The Rescue

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER ONE

Bob Cole surveyed the damage after breakfast. "Man, that was some storm yesterday."
"Storm Alert KKAL weather said that we can expect more tornados, from three p.m. onwards." Frank Edwards stated. "It looks like other parts of the parish got more than down just downed tree limbs."
"We'd better get Diana's help with this."
P-U-U-D. As if on cue, Diana Williams's jet ski was parked on the shore next to Bob's house. The lady entered the house.
Diana was white, 6-foot-five inches tall,and wore a layered auburn
haircut with olive-colored eyes. She was a bemuscled Amazon hoplite who liked hunting, pets, and the outdoors.
Diana wore athletic sandals, and a "shorty" wetsuit. Around her narrow waist was belted a Springfield Armory XD in .45 GAP. Numerous loaded magazines were in pouches on her gunbelt.
"Got my FAL carbine, some extra magazines, a first kit and a radio. What say you that we look around for anybody needing help?"
"Why not?" Frank replied. Bob agreed. Both Frank and himself donned their shorty suits. Both made ready their preparations to man their own jetskis.
Frank got his Mini14 stainless, with a tactical harness filled numerous extra loaded mags. Around his wait was belted a Dan Wesson
Pointman Hi-Capacity .45 acp, along with numerous loaded magazine pouches.
Bob got his Vector Arms AK47 and readied it for transport. He also
had a .357 Sig XD pistol with him as well.
They boarded their jetskis, and left. They drove around to the various hunting and fishing camps. Everybody was ok.
It was Bob that noticed the anomaly. "Hey, that looks suspicious." Signalling both Frank and Diana with a wave of his hand, They turned
their jetskis towards a stretch of river bank. The yapping of a small dog greeted them.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER TWO

"Look!" said Frank as they stopped next to a small, secluded section of the river bank. "It's a tiny dog!"
The Chihuahua-mix was yapping furiously, as it raced back and forth, frantically.
Dian grimly noticed. "He's been staked." She got off her jetski and went to the little dog. It was tied up by a crude leather strap, to a tree's bottom. It was within walking distance of the water.
Diana's hunting knife flashed, freeing the wee dog. It jumped into her arms, after she'd sheathed her knife.
"No tags, or any other I.D. My guess is that somebody with a sick mind staked him out as alligator bait."
"Poachers are a problem around here." Bob mused, after coming ashore.
Several "logs" suddenly came alive!
"It's a pack of alligators!" yelled Frank. "Go for your jetskis, I'll keep them off you!" The KRAK-KRAK-KRAK! of his Mini14 filled
the air. One alligator, hit with semiauto fire, began to thrash about and bleed. Two of his own comrades attacked him.
But,the rest of the herd kept coming. By now, Bob and Diana and cranked up their jetskis and left. Frank quit shooting and left.
But, that section of river resembled something out of a shark movie.
The alligators were killing each other in a feeding frenzy.
The trio arrived home with the little dog. It was alert and playful.
"Let's name him Yappy." smiled Bob. "He can stay with me."
"That's cool!" smiled Diana. Frank just grinned in agreement.
They cleaned and drove the little dog to town, to see the vet.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER THREE

"He'll need both his shots and worming. He'll be okay." said the vet
as he finished examining Yappy.
"How is old is he, doctor?" inquired Frank.
"He's seven months old. He's a tea cup Chihuahua, and this is as big as they get."
"When can he be fixed?" Bob asked.
"Because of the potential for severe weather, I am suspending all non-emergency surgery. I'll have the nurse make you an appointment for the day after tomorrow."
"Thanks!"
The medical treatment went without incident. Yappy even got sized for a collar at the local Southern States Store. The local farmers and hunters all fussed over him.
Diana babysat the dog as Bob went to Wally World to get it some
Purina Puppy Chow and other supplies. Diana played with it. The tiny dog seemed fascinated by the paper cups and other tiny bits of debris that were kicking up in the wind. Frank just got some DVDs, XBOX II
games, and takeout for the night. They then went home, already
severe thundertorm watches were out; according to the radio.
Back at the rescue site, a thoroughly odious individual chugged ashore in a decrepit motorboat. A Rossi Puma .357 magnum carbine
lever action and an EAA Witness revolver were his arms.
He spat a wad of chewing tobacco upon the ground. The grunge bucket
surveyed the scene with evil eyes. Whoever had taken his bait
would pay for their act of defiance. Nobody defied a Silas family
member.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER FOUR

Obed Silas's grungy finger dialed the telephone. "Peoples' been messin' with our bait."
" 'kay. We be there." was the reply.
And so, a mob of filth, whose sole resemblance to human beings needed
DNA testing for confirmation, slithered into Obed Silas's home.
Shotguns and .357 revolvers and hunting rifles were readied.
"We gon' kill who eber done dis thang." Fat Sarah Amos responded.
A machete and two Ruger revolvers were thrust into her waistband.
Fat Sarah's violent temper was legendary: she had executed her own daughter for hiding a puppy meant for bait. The body was simply hurled into some quicksand.
Fat Sarah just whored around to breed a replacement. "Ah kin always
have anuther kid." She told her husband. They then pawned their daughter's possessions.
After the pawnship visit, they had a mall spree. To celebrate their daughter's death.
"We go hunt dem down, now!" Decrepit trucks and motorboats alike rattled off into the distance.
A lone figure watched the shack. The whimpering of puppies filled
the air as he came closer to the shack.
Four tiny, teacup Chihuahas greeted him. The youth opened the flap on his satchel bag and placed the puppies inside it He then carefully trudged back, using a branch to wipe his tracks, to a 4wheeler.
He drove home to a second-hand, albeit neat, trailer.
The puppies were give a bath with a mixture of water and hydrogen peroxide.
"Best I can do, tykes. 'Morrow, you go to the vet."
Billy Preston did not approve of the way that the Silas family treated
their pets.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER FIVE
Billy Preston was small and wore a crewcut. He was clean shaven, sanitary, and reasonably well-behaved. He was 17 years old. He worked
4 days a week at the local library, for $375.00 a week, as an assistant to Frank Edwards.
Billy just rode his 4wheeler to work. He only drove his Tracker(a new born SUV)for groceries and such.
Billy used survivalist technology to cut his bills: his trailer used LED lights. His air conditioning was solar-powered. The money saved was placed into his either already-considerable savings account. Or else, it was placed into a Christmas Club.
He also had a tornado bunker out back. Both the sky and KKAL(Good Rock Only-no hippie, Goth, or sad music)told him that tornado weather would soon arrive.
He put the puppies in a warm, blanet-lined box. He then placed them inside the tornado bunker.
Billy placed his Doberman, Panzer, inside of his carrier. It was located inside the bunker. His cat, Tiger, was a Munchkin cat. It, too, was placed inside a carrier that was located inside the shelter.
Checkbook, savings account, first aid kit, Petfood, water, cat litter.
His .303 Lee-Enfield sporter was placed into the bunker. His pump shotgun has placed into the bunker, as was a Vector Arms AK.
His Ruger P89 was belted around his waist in a kydex holster.
KKAL quit broadcasting music. It was now in "Storm Alert" mode.
THe wait would not be a long one.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER SIX
The tornado outbreak that befell the Parish was a bad one. One twister had already touched down directly upon a soccer field's practice session, killing dozens of children in the process.
Diana surveyed the mayhem from the KKAL news van. She shook with rage at the coaches. She sipped a bottle of water, as she talked to Bob Cole.
"There were tornado warnings out for the Parish for a good half hour
before the practice started. Why was the practice session allowed to start?!"
"According to Chuck Magurski in sports, these kids were scheduled to
to go to the big soccer national soccer finals, this Saturday. How pathetic to waste the lives of children over a silly game."
Wally from Weather Central called them. "Guys, alot more tornadoes are touching down. We've had terrible loss of life, so far."
"Wally, we're at the soccer field. Can you give us an update?" Diana asked.
"The whole parish is under a tornado emergency. Oh, no.... There's another tornado headed towards the soccer field that was hit earlier. Radar estimates that its wind speed is 200 m.p.h. It's moving your way at 50 m.p.h. Take cover now."
Frank Edwards sat in his bunker. Numerous pets of his friends
and neighbors were in carriers, as he was babysitting them. It was like an underground Noah's Ark.
I pray that Bob and Diana are safe, he thought, as he listened to KKAL's radio station. He held Yappy in his arms, and comforted the puppy.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER SEVEN

Billy sat in his bunker, KKAL radio in "storm alert" mode.
"Wally Wilburshire from Weather Central. At least 122 children were killed when a large tornado touched down directly upon the Parish's soccer field. Now, there are multiple tornados touching down, in and around the parish. Get to shelter, now."
The KKAL News Van squealed as it and numerous other vehicles fled the wrecked soccer field.
"There's a public shelter about five miles from here. I'm heading there." said the van's driver.
HOWWWLLLL! The twister was racing alongside them. The driver floored
the van's motor, taking it to 90 m.p.h.
"Oh, my Lord." said Diana, as a fully loaded daycare center's bus was staying just barely ahead of the twister. Like the hand of Godzilla, a suction vortice snaked down towards the van. A two year old jumped out and rolled into a ditch. The driver and other children on board were sucked, screaming into the wedge-shaped horror's funnel. It spat the van out of the funnel's top. SHEEEEEEEEEEE!
The van was hurled into a natural gas depot, where it exploded a fuel tank. WHOOOOSSSSHHHHH! A mushroom-shaped cloud boiled towards
the sky.
"We've got to go back for the little boy." Bob told the driver.
"Agreed." He spun the van around and raced across the field
to the ditch.
"Get, the first aid kit, Bob." as Diana scooped him up. "It's okay, honey. THe storm can't hurt you now."
They gently moved the mangled toddler and laid him flat inside the back of the van. Suddenly, he began crying.
"Where's the nearest hospital?" Bob asked.
"County General is just ten miles to the east."
"Tne tornado's heading North, and it is ahead of us. We'll be okay."
They left the toddler in the hospital. The kid was in serious, but stable, condition.
THe tornado destroyed onwards, to the Parish line, then it retreated
into the sky at 5:57 p.m.
Ambulances and emergency vehicles raced through the community.

[Pug Puppy]

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bob and Diana returned to the KKAL newscenter. They took over from Wally from Weather Central, who returned to his cubicle.
"At least 156 people are dead, and hundreds more hurt, in America's worst tornado disaster since 1952. If you donot have a life threatening emergency, donot go outside." He paused.
"We're under a tornado watch until 11 p.m. Stay in your shelters until then. No vital facilities, according to Highway Patrol, have been struck. The Red Cross has set up shelters at City Hall and the High School, for the homeless."
Bob paused as he was handed a sheet of paper. "Animal Planet has set up a mobile animal clinic, at the Walmart parking lot down town. If you have injured pets, take them there for treatment."
At 11 p.m., the all-clear was sounded. The skies quickly left their cloud cover, and a bright full moon greeted everybody. The temperature fell to 38 degees Fahrenheit.
But another storm was brewing. The Silas family was out for for blood.