Agent Paw

Be Calm.

Panic is all in the mind, a heightened sense of irregularity of thought caused by excess pumped adrenaline flowing in your system.

Panic isn't real, but the adrenaline is. Choose to be calm and channel the adrenaline productively.

Calm is cool, cool is straight, straight is sharp, sharp is deadly.

Paw never once believed that the human mantra his owner used when he was an active American SEAL yet as he found himself free falling 6000 meters down to the chilling pacific, it's that particular mantra that had helped calm his nerves, untangle himself from the compromised parachute mid-air and struck a bear record Olympic dive into the chilly water.
Paw's head resurfaced to see the flaming wreck, that was once his plane fell and glided into the island that was his destination.
He was five miles out, wet, cold and indisputably shaken, yet he was still alive and so the mission must go on.
So he doggie paddled the five miles to shore.

The mission, as it may seem, was to recover the trophy wheelbarrow of peace that was stolen by enemy forces who had their base on that island.
Paw had just one question.

Why a wheelbarrow?

For that, his superior's had no answer other than a raise of their shoulders.
Probably the scientists wanted a good laugh when making the trophy or it was just an amusing freak accident.
While thinking and fantasizing how it could look, he couldn't help but chuckle on his plane, now 1 mile out of shore, cold and exhausted from paddling, Paw didn't find anything funny.
It had been 5 hours since he was out of communications, now at shore, he ran laps despite his tiredness, trying desperately to build up warmth. After an extra hour, he sat down and rested to think before falling into a light, stress and exhaustion induced slumber.

A single sound roused him. He opened his eyes face to face with a light brown nose and a white polkadot coat of fur he could distinguish and identify a mile away.
"What're you doing here?" He growled at the female dalmatian who smiled back at him knowingly.
"Superiors watched as your plane went down and called on me to go determine your situation and if circumstances permit, I should finish the mission." She said pompously, looking at him tail wagging.
Paw listened to her debriefing while looking at her suspiciously.
Agent Daisy was a fairly new agent, just 2 years fresh out of the academy, there's no way they sent her here normally.
"There's no way they sent you on such a high stake mission like this." Paw barked out his suspicions.
"What're you not telling me? Why are you here?" He demanded.
Daisy simply stretched and wagged her tail faster, eyes large in delight.
"The stakes just got higher. Intel claims the trophy is being moved out from here by tomorrow morning. Seems we weren't the only ones who noticed your plane crash..." She said simply
"So? That still doesn't explain why you're the one being sent." Paw said, interrupting her.
"They took the Supreme Commander's daughter, my best friend, your fiance." She said simply. Paw kept quiet after that, his eyes wide at the new information.
He had gone on a lot of missions, been on the edge of death numerous times more than he can count, both when he was part of the SEAL's with his previous owner and also with his time at the agency.
Yet no time has he felt true fear as of now, a fear for a life other than his own.
He had trouble working with and disliked the female dog who was now determining the plan to use and surely lay waste to the fortress in the middle of the island.
She was hyper, aggressive and full of collateral damage, a new way of handling missions which was completely opposite to Paw's old, exquisite and sensitive way.
Still at that moment he didn't care, he would have cared if it was just the wheelbarrow alone, but now it's personal, now it's his love, now it's Raya, he would team up with the devil and show his enemies hell.
He was calm and that was good, yet he felt the exhaustion drain from him completely, left behind was a fury that even the cool waters of the Pacific couldn't quell.
He looked at the Young agent who had pretty much completed her plan which would surely leave plenty injured, buildings demolished, fires raging and some killed, yet he found himself getting even more invigorated when she asked "You Ready?"
He stood up, shook off the sand from his golden coat, and said a short reply filled with authority and determination.
"Yes."

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