**TOP SECRET - CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES **2016 REVISITED** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Part VI

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CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 

**2016 REVISITED** 

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Pawesome Monday greetings supurr pals

Welcome to Part VI of our epically epic and rather explosive report ~ only available here, fur your eyes only in the CFR [Classified File Room], and if mew missed any reports, here are the links:

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Part VI

Arms, Ammo, Trucks and The Air Force!

'And Action!'

It took us a few minutes to locate a crane small enough to fit in the shed and then find some straps to secure them to as we hoisted the weasel dudes and Dwight safely to the ground.

"We're going to need a knife," I said, pointing. "To cut these cocoons off."

Smooch whipped out a small bowie knife, the blade glinting in the soft light.

"Mew call that a knife?" Parsley snorted with laughter as he slowly unsheathed his own ten-inch blade. "Now, this is a knife!"  He smirked and sliced it through the air like Zorro with his sword.

The cocooned weasels all gulped audibly as Parsley strode towards them, wielding the blade; the next thirty seconds happened in a complete blur as Parsley cut the weasels free with his mad ninja-knife-skills.

"Woah!" Smooch breathed in awe. "Have mew been practising Parsley?"

Parsley gave us his toothiest grin and replied. "It's amazing what tutorials mew can find on YouTube!"

I shook my head and thought. 'Oh my cod, whateffur next!'  

Dwight was sat on the floor trembling as he took several deep breaths, his yard-dudes were equally traumatized by their ordeal, and Smooch handed them some water and some nibbly-nip snack bars. 

"Dwight," I said aftur a few moments. "What happened dude?"

Dwight's eyes were as big a saucers as he spoke. "It was those vermin squirrels Basil. They ambushed us in the office yesterday while we were having a tea break..." he paused as he took a sip of water. "Then that freaking freak big-ass spider sprayed with some green goo, and then next thing I knew, I woke up hanging from the rafters with my yard-dudes."

"Yeah!" said a yard-dude, his voice shaking. "I've neffur been so scared in all my life... I couldn't move, scream or do anything..." he paused. "Actually, I did do something... I'm going to go get a hose and have a wash."

Smooch gave him a sympathetic smile and helped him up. "Come on," he said gently. "Anypurrdy else need a hose down?"

The three other yard-dudes made a move and followed Smooch outside.

Parsley and I remained as Dwight continued. "Those freaking nutty squirrels took effurything they could carry and stole one of the armoured Saracens and just took off, leaving us at the mercy of the big-ass arachnid freak!"

"Not good," Parsley murmured.

"I thought mew'd sold me out Dwight," I said.

The weasel looked at me sadly. "Basil, I would neffur sell mew out buddy, mew were my furst effur customer and have remained my best customer to this day," he took a breath and sighed deeply. "I'm so sorry that all this happened... those vermin pests got into my computer and took all of the info off, and that's how they must have found mew."

I nodded.

"But mew will neffur know how thankful I am that mew turned up today because if mew hadn't," Dwight paused. "We'd all have ended up like Scruff."

We turned and looked at the pile of red icky goop on the concrete floor.

"May mew rest in peace, Scruff," I said solemnly saluting to the remains of yard-dude number five.

"Oh, he was my best mechanic," Dwight sighed sadly, wiping a tear from his eye. "How will I tell his missus about this?"

"Dwight, mew will find the right wurds at the right time dude," I said softly.

Dwight wiped his eyes and sniffled loudly.  "Your two young cadets are some rare fighting force; they were merciless," Dwight said, quickly changing the subject. "And that was genius to get the flame thrower Basil!"

I shrugged, and Parsley gave him a gentle smile.

"We did what anypurrdy else would have done," I answered.

Dwight shook his head. "No Basil, anypurrdy else would have run and left us to be spidey snacks," he answered resolutely. "Mew have honour. There's not many of us left with that trait today."

I nodded. "This is true Dwight, we are a rare breed bordering on extinction."

"Look, I know it's no consolation, but I am truly sorry that those squirrels found mew because of your connection with me, and I'll do anything to make it up to mew," said Dwight.

"Dwight, dude, buddy, mew were sadly a victim... or fur want of a better wurd a pawn in the P.I.T.H.'s game to get to me," I sighed heavily. "And mew lost one of your bestest yard-dudes due to their hatred fur me, but I will avenge Scruff, and I vow to mew that if it's that last thing I do, I'll take those P.I.T.H.-heads down and bury them."

Dwight nodded. "I know mew will."

"Yeah," Parsley agreed. "Dwight those P.I.T.H.-heads are toast dude, I'll make certain of it."

Dwight and Parsley paw-bumped, and Parsley gave him a vicious smile that freaked the fur off me.

I thought to myself, 'I must put some purrental controls on YouTube when this is all offur.' 

At that moment, Smooch appeared with the remaining yard dudes, all smelling a lot fresher than before.

"What's happening?" he asked.

Dwight suddenly grinned and said. "I think mew need to come with me."

We walked down the aisle and passed the fetid steaming-gooey remains of Shelob's great, great, great, great, etc... grand-spider and arrived at the secret door where I'd been only a short time ago. He swung the door open, and we entered the room I'd taken the flame thrower from earlier. Parsley and Smooch couldn't believe their eyes when they saw all the weaponry.

"OH MY COD!" Smooch breathed in awe as he scanned the room. "I want that one... that one... this one... some of those... that one... OH MY COD I want all of them!" he pointed like a cat possessed at all the firearms.

"Yeah, what he said!" Parsley added. "We'll take it all Dwight!"

The weasel laughed and said. "Guys, take the lot and go raise hell with my blessing," Dwight then yelled to his yard-dudes. "Axel, Blade, Bogey & Finch come get all these weapons and get plenty of ammo fur my pawesome furiends."

A few minutes later, we were out in the compound, and Smooch immediately ran towards a fire engine.

"Whoooaaaa!"  I exclaimed. "That's pawesome!"

Smooch and Parsley were on it, in it and all offur it in seconds, and before I knew what was happening, they were careening around the compound with the lights flashing and siren blaring with Parsley hanging off the back whooping like a crazed kitty.

"I think they like that one," I laughed and made a mental note to check what else Parsley had been watching on YouTube.

"Seems so," Dwight chuckled.

The freebie shopping frenzy continued...

... until I finally said. "Guy's enough we have to go asap; remember Humphrey's MIA and Snowie is freaking out?"

The two heathens looked at me like I was the biggest pawty-pooper in the known cosmos.

"Awwwwwww Basil, mew're no fun," Smooch complained.

"Yeah," agreed Parsley. "We were just getting warmed up!"

Dwight grinned at me and said. "Mew two can come have a weekend with me, and the yard-dudes aftur mew've dealt with eh P.I.T.H-heads, ok?"

Smooch and Parsley beamed excitedly. "Really, a whole weekend with guns, tanks, armoured vehicles and effurything?"

"Sure thing!" Dwight answered. "My compound is your compound, and I'll get the fire engine, trucks and jeep plus the surplus weapons and ammo put on a low-loader and delivered in a couple of days, ok?"

They nodded happily; in fact mew could almost feel the happies radiating from them.

"And the hummer is filled to the brim with as many weapons as Axel, and the guys could fit in with the ammo too of course," Dwight added.

Dwight and I paw-bumped as I climbed into the hummer.  "Thanks dude," I said. "I'll be in touch and organise the weekend fur the heathens."

"See mew soon Dwight, and get the 50 cal ready!" Smooch said.

"Yeah, and the uzi's and H and K's, not fugetting the AK's too!" Parsley added.

Dwight and the yard-dudes waved as drove off, and I said. "Are mew two happy now?"

They turned and grinned at me like Cheshire cats. "Oh, we sure are!" they said in unison.

We'd just pulled out onto the main road when my comms unit buzzed.

"Basil, Basil, come in!" Snowie said urgently.

"Snowie, are mew ok?" I answered as icily tendrils of dread made my hackles rise.

"Basil, we've got a situation," Snowie replied, her voice tense.

"Go ahead," I replied.

"I've just heard from Humphrey, and we've got five hostiles closing fast," she paused. "I repeat five hostiles closing fast!"

I took a moment before I said. "Where's Humphrey?"

"Purredator One is following them, but he's outnumbered," Snowie answered.

This was not good because if I knew Humphrey, five to one odds were just playtime fur him... in his mind... "Oh flip," I replied. "How long till they breach the Mewton-Clawson border?"

"Ten minutes tops," Snowie answered.

I thought about this fur a second as my paw pressed the accelerator all the way down to the floor. "We can't get back in time; we're still about forty minutes away!" I said, my voice edgy.

"What are we going to do?" Snowie asked; her voice was almost a squeak.

"Where's Amber?"

"She's getting weaponed up?" Snowie replied.

"Good, now get C.J. and tell him what's happening, he'll help," I said. "I need to make a call, and I'll be right back!"

I cut the connection with a tap of my paw. Smooch and Parsley looked at me with trepidation. "What's happening Basil?"

I relayed the info to them as quickly as I could, and they began to bristle. "So what now?" Parsley asked.

"I need to make this call!" I said and tapped my phone.

A moment later, I heard ringing.

Ring ring... ring ring... ring ring...

"You have reached Air Base Delta. How may I help you?" a voice said.

"This is Sleeper Agent Basil Widdairs number, two-seven-nine-three-five-eight. I need air assistance right now," I said urgently.

There was a pause on the line as I waited fur confirmation.

I was driving like a maniac when the voice said. "Agent Basil, we have confirmed your identity and location. Where do you need air support?"

"Mewton-Clawson!" I almost growled as my agitation got the better of me. "Let me pass mew to my next in command, and he'll give mew the coordinates."

Smooch and Parsley both grappled fur the phone. "But I'm number two!" Smooch griped as Parsley grabbed the phone.

I shook my head in dismay.

"This is Agent Basil's number two," Parsley said smoothly. "Mew can call me Purredator."

"Go ahead, Purredator," the voice replied.

"The coordinates are..." Parsley said, rambling off the longitude and latitude from memory.

"Copy that, Purredator," the voice replied. "Do you need airstrike?"

"Do we need airstrike?" Parsley asked me.

"Only if the P.I.T.H. attacks furst," I answered as I overtook another Sunday driver. "We don't really want to turn Mewton-Clawson into a civilian war zone if we can help it, but those squirrels are capable of anything right now."

"Air Base Delta, we require repeated fly offur until hostiles retreat," Parsley said. "Airstrike only if hostiles attack furst, I repeat airstrike only if hostiles attack furst."

"Copy that," the voice said. "Five fighter jets have been deployed eta in six minutes and thirty seconds."

I took a deep breath as I careened around several more Sunday drivers. Tapping my comms unit, I said. "Snowie, are mew there?"

"Basil, I'm here, Amber is up-top, and C.J. is getting armed to the teeth; even Horice is out!" she answered.

"I have air support coming. They will be with mew in just offur five minutes," I said quickly. "They will only fire if the P.I.T.H attack, so try not to engage as hopefully when they see my old air force crew they'll retreat."

"Copy that," Snowie said.

"Where's Humphrey?"  I asked.

"He's gone dark!" she answered.

My heart sank at that because knowing Humphrey the way I do could only mean one thing, he was planning an ambush which was really, really, really bad news!

"Is there any way to contact him?" I said urgently, as a brainwave hit me like a shovel in the face. "Wait, get one of the robotic pigeons and send it with a message to him, telling him not to engage in a firefight and do it now, because if he starts shooting, the fighter jets are going to unleash hell."

I heard Snowie's gulp, and she squeaked. "Copy that. I'm on it!"

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I clenched my teeth and drove like a cat out of hell.

** And Cut **

It's that time of the post again when we bet mew've more questions than mew can shake your tail at!

Such as:

OMC How could mew leave us hanging like that, and we've got a whole day to wait?!! Again!!

Jeez, how lucky are Smoochie and Parsley to get all those new toys?

Were mew really a fighter pilot?

What's it like to fly a fighter jet?

Was your pilot name Top Cat?

Where will mew put all the new trucks and jeep?

How cool is that fire engine? Can we come fur a drive?

What's an H and K gun?

Will mew really let Parsley and Smooch go to Dwight's fur the weekend?

Is Horice going to use his mystical powers?

Does C.J. have field training?

etc...

We're sure mew purrobably have many more, but to be honest we can't think of any right now as we've got to get back to Mewton-Clawson like yesterday before it becomes an Armageddon war-zone!

Many thanks fur joining us fur our epic re-run of

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Don't furget to sneak back into the CLASSIFIED FILE ROOM next week fur Part VII

Until then

DON'T GO OUT OF THE GARDEN!!!

Bestest purrs

Commander Basil 

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**TOP SECRET - DO NOT READ WITHOUT CLEARANCE** CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES **2016 REVISITED** FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS ~ REVENGE OF THE P.I.T.H ~ Part X The Grande Finale

**TOP SECRET - DO NOT READ WITHOUT CLEARANCE** 

CLASSIFIED B TEAM FILES 

**2016 REVISITED** 

FAST, FURRY & DANGEROUS

Pawesome Friday greetings supurr pals

We know this is the post mew've all been waiting fur since early yesterday morning so welcome to the grande finale of our; on-the-edge of your seat, claw-biting, fur-twiddling, tail thrashing, nerve-wracking adventure, and if mew missed any of the previous episodes, here's the catch-up links - only available here, fur your eyes only in the CFR [Classified File Room]:

Report Part One   Report Part Two   Report Part Three   Report Part Four  

Report Part Five   Report Part Six   Report Part Seven   Report Part Eight 

Report Part Nine

Oh and this episode is a littler longer than previous ones, as sometimes it takes a while to draw all the pieces together, so keep reading and we hope mew enjoy the conclusion.

Part X

OMC there's a WMD

'And Action!'

"Posie where the flip have mew been?" we all asked at the same time.

She gave us a rather sheepish look and then replied. "Mew guys will neffur believe me!"

I took a breath. "Posie aftur the day I've had I'll believe anything."

"Well," she began rather excitedly. "While Humphrey was following the five P.IT.H.-heads here, I stayed behind to watch the remaining three and OMC I just don't know where to begin."

"Calm down, take a moment and tell us what mew saw," I said gently.

She gave us a furtive glance and continued. "At their base-camp, the remaining three-wheeled out a trailer covered in camo-netting and anyhoo when they pulled the net off I saw a WMD!"

"What's a WMD?" Horice asked.

We all turned to face him and said as one. "A weapon of mass destruction!"

He looked at us blankly and I said. "A huge freakin' bomb!"

"Oh, that be rather unfriendly," Horice commented.

"Guys, mew've got to do something," Posie said urgently. "They've hitched the trailer to a hummer and are ready to move out asap!"

*     *     *

Meanwhile, at the P.I.T.H. base-camp deep in the forest, the three remaining P.I.T.H.-heads heard the fire-fight erupt in the distance and scrambled.

"Pre-Arm the WMD boys!" ordered the one wearing the red beret as he dashed from the tent, his accent slow and rather melodic.

"On it Colonel," came the obedient response of the two remaining squirrels.

They wheeled out a small trailer from the tent with the WMD hidden beneath a thick layer of camo-netting; and carefully removing the net, the two squirrels set to wurk pre-arming the device with meticulous precision taking utmost care in their task.

"Is it ready Gunner?" the Colonel asked aftur a few minutes.

"A couple more minutes Colonel," Gunner answered in his twangy country accent. "Just waiting on Dyno to finish the last part o' the wiring Sir."

"Any news from Snitch?" the Colonel asked.

"No Sir, his comms have been out since the fire strike began," Gunner replied. "No wurd from from Ace, Scooter or the Bazooka Brothers either."

"And what's happened to Gnosher?" the Colonel asked irately, remembering the ninth but mostly useless member of his elite team, and the member that they kept under-wraps letting the outside wurld think they were only a team of eight.  He thought to himself. 'I can't believe my sisfur spawned such a sorry-ass-excuse fur a nephew, I should have wiped him out too but now I'm stuck with him!'

"Gnosher was last heard from as he followed the black pussy in stealth into a secret tunnel, since then his comms have been out," Gunner said.

The Colonel paced with acute agitation as the sound of war headed his way.

*     *     *

"Posie stay calm, which way were they headed?" I asked her, when a heard a click behind me.

"Don't any of mew muther freakin' pussy's move!" a voice drawled from behind me. "And if anypurrdy reaches fur any weapons it'll be my purrleasure to dispatch mew all to the netherwurld purrmanently."

"What did he just say?" Amber asked. "I didn't understand a wurd of it."

I shook my head and said. "Paws up dudes and lady-cats purrlease."  I raised my paws real slow so as not to incite our captor into doing something reckless as I could just tell he was itching fur any excuse to start something.

Parsley, Smooch, Humphrey, Amber and Snowie raised their paws in a controlled manner.  Horice lifted his trunk skywards and Posie floated just out of view next to him.

"I'm sorry," I said most politely. "I don't think we've had the purrleasure of meeting before, I'm..."

"I knows who you is," drawled the squirrel as hit spat out a lump of chewing tobacco on the floor. "Mew're that eveel pussy that put my Uncle Cletus away all them years ago." He pointed his AK47 at my chest, dead centre.

"Uncle Cletus?" I asked trying hard not to smirk at the rather unusual name.  There was another barrage of missile attack in the distance as I waited fur a reply.

"Colonel Cletus Virgil Hayes of the P.I.T.H.," he answered his twang getting a little irate. "Don't mew even know the names of the innocents mew put away?"

"Oh Colonel Hayes, of course I remember him," I answered flatly and then added with so much sarcasm mew could have spread it on a sandwich. "A really nice purrson who was helping a large criminal organisation illegally trade in exotic anipals around the wurld fur profit; that slime-ball Colonel Hayes who turned his back on law and order fur money."

I saw the squirrel's paw twitch on the trigger, and I continued. "The eveel Colonel Hayes who exterminated anypurrdy that got in his way or in the way of his criminal furriends, he put them down like they were vermin without a second thought; I lost a lot of good buddies during his reign of terror, is that the Colonel Hayes that mew're talking about?"

The squirrel's paw twitched again, he was trembling with anger and a whole host of other emotions I couldn't quite put my paw on.  I could see my comrades concern as I kept pushing our captors' buttons. "The Colonel Hayes that wiped his own furrmily out fur position and land, blaming it on the establishment aka the F.I.B., is this the Colonel Hayes that mew're talking about?"

"He neffur did no wrong to his furrmily, he tried to protect them from mew, but mew came in the dead of night and wiped them all out, he told me mew did!" the squirrel spat, his accent becoming even more yokel.

"Your beloved Uncle Cletus killed all of his furrmily, except fur mew," I answered coldly. "Mew are his one surviving relative who just happened to be staying with furriends that evening when he ambushed them and I can prove he did it if mew give me the chance."

The squirrel looked at me and I couldn't determine if he was going to shoot me or if he believed me. Seconds ticked by as I watched the squirrel intently, he seemed to have an internal battle waging in his mind and it was then I knew that deep down he'd always doubted his uncle's story.

I said softly, like I was treading on eggshells. "I don't know your name, but if mew're willing to put your gun down I can prove to mew that your uncle murdered your furrmily and I can purromise mew I will bring him to justice. Mew are safe here, we won't hurt mew, just let me show mew the evidence."

The squirrel slowly lowered his weapon, dropping it to floor; and in that one brief moment it was like his whole wurld had just disintegrated around him.  Parsley and Humphrey launched and had him pinned before I could blink and I said quickly. "Dudes, let him go, he isn't our enemy." They released him and I continued. "Parsley, Smooch and Humphrey, go with Posie and take the Saracen APC... go find the WMD and disarm it... Snowie on comms... Horice and Amber mew stay here and keep us apprised as I need to show our guest something, then I'll join mew guys fur the final take-down."

*     *     *

FYI just in case mew were wundering:

The fly-boys were hammering the freakin' flipping flip out of the retreating  P.I.T.H. with their air-strike as they continued to fire at will, unleashing their own brand of hell.

*     *     *

Snowie hurried to the Control Room in the now not secret bunker.  Sitting at her desk, she rapidly pushed a few buttons and then spoke.  "This is control, comms on channel six, I.D. and confirm."

"Control, this is Purredator One," Humphrey confirmed. "Channel six is a go."

"Purredator Two on channel six," Parsley said.

"This is Heathen One," Smoochie confirmed. "On channel six with Posie in the cloud."

Amber responded. "Sniper One on Channel six with Horice at my six!"

"Effurypurrdy is good to go," Snowie acceded. "Be safe." 

Humphrey, Parsley and Smooch were already in the Saracen heading out following Posie's directions as I led our guest to my private office.

As we entered the room he suddenly spoke. "My name is Gnosher."

I held out my paw and replied. "It's furry nice to meet mew Gnosher, I'm Basil but mew already knew that."

He nodded as he shook my paw, then I indicated fur him to sit down while I opened one of the filing cabinets.  Shuffling through a few files I finally found the one I was looking fur.  I quickly checked the contents and then handed it to Gnosher.  His paws were trembling as he took it from me and placed it on his lap.  His paws were shaking so much he could barely open it and I turned away giving him a modicum of privacy while he read the contents and looked at the pictures.  I heard several gasps and sharp intakes of breath as he perused the contents and a few minutes later I heard the file snap shut.  His voice trembled as he said, his drawl low and cold. "Deep down I knew he'd lied to me, but I did nothing." I saw tears trickle down his chubby cheeks. "That bass turd lied to me all these years and it was easier fur me to believe that mew did it like he said rather than fur me to find out the truth... I've been such a fool."

I gave him a slight shrug and said. "Gnosher, sometimes it's easier to believe a lie than to face the truth, and now mew know the truth what are mew going to do about it?"

"Basil," he said my name like I was some strange herb. "Basil if it's ok with mew, I wanna join your team and take that bass turd down."

"Come on then, we've got a WMD to disarm and a whole bushel of escaped convicts to deal with," I said as I began to run out of my office and headed fur the garage on level four with Gnosher at my heels.

*    *    *

The Saracen hurtled along the narrow country lane, Posie pointing to a hidden turn off into the forest.

"Down that track," she said urgently, her irritation was palpable.

Humphrey snatched the steering wheel and the Saracen slid sideways around the sharp turn and bumped along the roughly rutted track and headed deeper into the trees.

 Smooch was relaying the directions back to Control as Parsley checked their weapons and placed more ammo clips into his rucksack.

*     *     *

Gnosher was sat behind me on the ATV, gripping on fur grim death as we careened along the same country road. Neither of us were wearing crash helmets, stupid I know but we didn't have time as we weaponed up and headed out posthaste.

We were only a few minutes behind the Team and soon caught them up as our lighter more agile mode of transport could traverse the rutted track at much higher speeds than theirs.

I pulled alongside them and saw Posie jabbing her paw in a forward motion.  The fighter jets were closer and the airstrike was coming towards us quicker than I anticipated.

I knew that we had the P.I.T.H. virtually boxed in as I gunned the engine and sped off taking the lead.  The track narrowed in places and brambles caught my fur with their sharp thorns as we continued at brake-neck pace.  Suddenly Gnosher gripped my shoulder and I slammed on the brakes, the ATV skidding sideways on the soft, slippery earth.

"Down there," he said pointing to my left. "Base-camp is that way and this is the only way in or out."

I nodded as I heard the Saracen thundering up behind us and pointed left disappearing down an even narrower and less used track.

The booming sound of the missiles exploding as they pounded the forest got louder and louder and I knew we didn't have much time.

Snowie's voice sounded offur my comms unit. "Basil C.J. is on your six, I repeat C.J. is on your six."

"Copy that Control and get a message to the fly-boys that we're approaching the enemy base-camp and we've got the P.I.T.H. sandwiched," I shouted into my comms to be heard above the noisy engine.

"Already done it," Snowie replied. "They're going to start using tracer rounds to flush the P.I.T.H. directly into your path."

I smiled, but that was short-lived as I rounded the next corner and nearly crashed into a hummer headed straight towards me.  I swerved hard and the ATV launched into a huge rhododendron bush and we crashed, Gnosher was hurled forward and landed hard on the unfurgiving ground.  I could see he was ok just winded, as the hummer cruised past us with the trailer carrying the WMD.

Howeffur the P.I.T.H. hadn't realised that Humphrey was right behind us on the blind bend, and while their attention was on me watching me crash, filled with manic delight at my plight, Humphrey had speeded up and rammed the freakin' fluff out of them.

The Saracen, a fully armoured vehicle which had 6x6 wheel-drive began to push the crumpled hummer backwards, I could see the Colonel screaming in shock and anger that his escape had been thwarted by my team.

Parsley and Smooch were out of their vehicle in under a second, with their weapons armed and ready as they launched at the hummer.

Gunner and Dyno drew automatic weapons and began to fire but it was too late as Parsley unleashed his own brand of hell, he went full Pantherene Purradator mode on those suckers and they neffur knew what hit them; in less time than it took to say 'Hooah' they were pinned and Smooch had guns pointed at both of them as they cowered in terror on the ground, while Parsley was grinning like a wildcat as his unholy, metal-esque claws* glinted in the soft dappled sunlight.  [*how Parsley got those claws is the story before this one, which we'll share with mew at some point.]

"That ain't natural," squeaked Gunner as he took in the claws, six inches of shiny silver death that protruded from Parsley's front paws.

"That be the devils wurk!" Dyno simpered in his slow drawl.

"Stay down scum!" Smooch growled menacingly jabbing them both hard with the barrel of his AK47.

The Colonel had managed to get loose from the wreckage and began to run in my direction. Just as I leapt from the top of the ATV a furry brown blur darted beneath me and hit the Colonel from the side taking him down hard.

Gnosher had the Colonel by the neck and fur want of a better phrase, was beating the crap out of him.  And to be honest who was I to stop this youngling from expressing years of pent-up rage and who-knew-what kind of repressed emotions resulting from the slaughter of his furmmily at the paws of this eveel monster.

Humphrey and Posie were standing next to me as we watched Gnoshers brutal onslaught, with a diatribe cuss-wurds that would make claws curl and fur quiver.

[obviously, we can't repeat what Gnosher was screaming but we can give mew an idea]

"Mew bleeping bleep bleep bleeping bleep bleep bleep!" Gnosher cussed loudly as he reigned the Colonel with blows that would make mew whimper in terror.  He truly was a sight to behold when unleashed.

Suddenly I could hear the tracer rounds being fired; sounding like high powered buzz-saws on full revs, relentless and non-stop as the bullets cut a deadly swathe through the dense forest and it was at that moment Snowie said. "Basil are mew still on comms?"

"Yes, go ahead control," I answered turning my back on the fight.

"C.J. should be with mew any second, the remaining P.I.T.H.are half a click away and closing fast on your local," she said. "They are still armed and dangerous, ambush is advised."

"Copy that," I replied, then said. "Dudes we've got trouble coming fast and we've still got disarm that WMD..."

Humphrey spoke. "Basil I'll disarm the bomb with Posie's help, mew take Parsley and Smooch to take down the others."

I nodded and turned to see that the Colonel was barely moving as Gnosher stood above him, a self-satisfied grimace on his face as though he'd shed years pent-up of grief and anger offur the loss of his pawrents.

"I'm coming with mew," he drawled. "The P.I.T.H. have emergency ammo stores all offur this forest and from what little I know there's enough explosives to burn this place to the ground."

I nodded. "OK, Gnosher mew're with me, Parsley and Smooch take the right and keep low we need to ambush those scum before they can armour up."

C.J. appeared from behind the crumpled hummer and looked at the scene, before he said. "OMC there's a WMD!"

Smooch proffered him a gun, but he declined revealing his own and grinning, then he waved several zip-strips in his other paw and made our captors tie their ankles, then he tied their paws together real tight and checked their ankle restraints, tightening them more.  He moved on to the Colonel and had him trussed in seconds.

"Move out!" I said as I headed into the forest with Gnosher at my side.

*     *     *

Humphrey eyed the WMD, then returned to the Saracen and pulled out his bomb disposal kit.

"There's a lot of wires," Posie said as she inspected the device more closely. "Too many wires, I bet it's booby-trapped."

C.J. gave the device a furtive glance and nodded. "Oh it's definitely booby-trapped."  He turned his attention to the P.I.T.H. "Do any of mew want to tell us how to disarm this fur a more lenient sentence? Don't wait too long to answer!"

Gunner and Dyno shook their heads and glared at C.J. "Not a chance in hell would we effur help mew!" Dyno spat angrily.

The Colonel started to wake up and C.J. casually bopped him on the side of the head with his gun-but knocking him out cold. "Humphrey I hope your bomb disarming skills are good."

Humphrey grinned at him, wire cutters at the ready and said. "C.J. dude this is just like a normal Sunday afternoon fur me!"

*     *     *

We slunk through the forest on silent paws, I could see the tracers rounds like a non-stop barrage of angry neon-green fireflies moving at light-speed.  The smell of gun smoke and cordite filled the air and in that moment I had the strangest thought and made a mental note to get some more trees planted after this battle was finished, to replace the ones that were damaged. 

Snowie's voice crackled in my ear suddenly snapping me out of my reverie. "Basil, mew are almost on top of them."

I lifted my paw signalling an all stop and listened intently, muting the sound of gun-fire in my mind and concentrating my hearing on the other sounds, sounds of prey moving quickly and with purrpose, and that's when I heard them.  I pointed right and we moved like a team of deadly ninjas.

A minute later we were in position as a fat squirrel with a rather bizarre camo scarf barreled passed us.

Parsley dove on him from a tree branch and splatted him on the leafy ground with a soft oomph, fatty was hogtied in less than four seconds and tossed behind a large tree trunk.  Two more P.I.T.H.-heads emerged and I leapt at both of them knocking them to the side, they tried to pull weapons on me, but I was faster than that and headbutted one while my right paw sucker-punched the other.  They were down and out.

A moment later two more appeared, they were wearing helmets and did look quite formidable carrying their bazookas and more guns than mew could imagine, they already had weapons ready and began to fire in my direction, I threw myself behind the nearest tree as the trunk splintered and was shredded with the automatic gunfire.

In the next breath, the automatic weapons fire stopped so abruptly I wundered what had happened.

"Dudes, talk to me!" I yelled as a nervous apprehension slid uneasily down my spine.

"Stay down mew muther freakin' pile of trash!" Smooch growled, his tone so menacing it made my blood run cold, but in that moment I knew he was fine.

"All OK Basil," Parsley shouted.

"Gnosher are mew ok?" I said looking around fur him.

I heard a weak grunt to my left and turned to see Gnosher laying on the ground, a slick red puddle spreading around him.

"Oh no!" I winced as I saw him.

The tracer rounds were nearly upon us and I hit my comms and said. "Snowie cease-fire now!"

The tracer rounds stopped a few seconds later and I heard the fighter jets fly directly above us, low and steady.

"We need a medic stat, Gnoshers got GSW to the..." I looked at his multiple wounds and in that brief glance, I knew that no amount of medics were going to save him.

Kneeling at his side, I gently took his paw in mine and said softly. "Mew were my brofur in arms today dude and I want mew know that it was an honour to have mew on my team."

Gnosher blinked in pain, tears rolling down his blood-splattered face and he drawled weakly. "I knew when I got hit I wasn't gonna make it Basil, but mew have shown me more kindness in the last hour than I've had in a lifetime..." he began to cough and a red trickle oozed from the corner of his mouth. "Basil I can be at peace now and be with my furmilly fureffur, thank mew fur that...."

And he was gone, just gone, just like that. Like a candle snuffed out and it made me so mad, rage boiled in me like I'd neffur felt before.  I gently closed his eyelids and stood up rounding on the P.I.T.H. and said.

"Mew have no idea what I'm going to do with mew," my tone was ice cold as my eyes narrowed to slits and my teeth bared. "Mew cannot imagine in twenty lifetimes what fate I have in store fur all of mew."

Parsley had hogtied them while Smooch trained his guns on our captives and I had to walk away fur fear, not of them but what I wanted to do to them fur taking an innocent life, Gnosher's life.

*     *     *

Epilogue

Two days later.

I was sat in my private office when a knock sounded on the door. "Come in," I said.

C.J. entered and sat in the comfy chair in front of my desk.

"Did mew do it?" I asked, cold and resolute.

C.J. nodded solemnly. "Yes Basil, they are now residing in the Pit of Hell with no chance of escape or parole."

The Pit of Hell was the F.I.B.'s most heinous prison, and where no-purrdy effur sees the light of day again or comes out alive.

"Good," I answered flatly. "And Humphrey disarmed the WMD, so mew now have that stashed at HQ in the warehouse and mew've also cleared the forest of all other weapons."

He nodded again.

"And what about Gnosher?" I asked as a whole host of emotions bubbled up inside me again at the unnecessary loss of his life.

"He will be given a soldiers funeral with full honours, he will be remembered as a hero," C.J. said.

"Thank mew," was all I managed to say.

"Basil before I go, I need to thank mew fur capturing the P.I.T.H. and I know how hard it is fur mew to lose someone..." C.J. paused and took a breath. "Also I need to tell mew this, we've been picking up strange energy anomalies, the like of which we have neffur experienced before, they open up as small wormholes to somewhere, we have tried to send probes in but they just get spat out and are fried to a crisp." He paused again looking straight at me. "Basil we need your help."

** The End **

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