Retriever bridge. Firebird enters and goes to Bowser.

"We've just recieved word on Omar sir. He's taken over an oil rig just off the coast of Katak Island in the Aleutians. Along with the submarine he got a squad of KH commandoes and an arsenal of stinger missiles. How do you want to do this sir?"

"Did they take any hostages?"

"Yes sir."

"Get Mr. McCoy's team ready, they're going to rescue the oil rig hostages by way of the mini-sub. Have all ships arm for battle and tell Slide to keep an eye out for their submarine. I want sharpshooters along the sides to shoot at any torpedoes that come our way."

"Very well."

"Aleutian Islands in sight captain." says Mauser.

"Emerald, battle stations please."

"All hands to battle stations! Red alert! All hands to battle stations!"

****

"Katak Island, dead ahead sir." reports Mauser.

"Slow to one third. Launch the mini-sub."

"It's underway, sir." says Winston

"We know they have a jet with them, Jocky, keep your department primed; you too Bengal."

"Aye sir." says Bengal

*Aye sir.* replies Jocky

"Launch aircraft!" says Taiko

Maverick, Sidewinder and Durandal take off from the deck and begin to patrol the skies.

"Contact!" says Bengal "I have a jet incoming on a direct course!"

"Jocky, fire!"

A missile is fired off from the missile bay and heads for the jet. But it fires it's own weapon and the missile is destroyed before it reaches it.

"What the devil was that!" says Bowser

"Unknown sir." says Emerald

"All ships, all weapons, open fire!"

It's the Aggresive that turns it into a flaming wreck; right for the deck of the Retriever.

"All hands brace for impact!"

The flaming jet crashes into the deck of the ship.

"Fire captain!" shout Emerald.

"Sparkplug here ma'am! We're on it!"

A female Dalmatian and her team of firefighters take on the blaze and soon have it under control.

****

Oil rig corridors. McCoy's squad is creeping down one of them. One of the squad is on point. They turn into another corridor and the point dog is cut down by laser fire from 4 different positions.

"Take cover!" shouts Tex "Fire at will!"

McCoy dives to the other side and fires, taking out two of the commandoes. Soon the corridor is clear. McCoy kneels down next to the point dog, sighs, and get's back up.

"T-Bone, your up on point."

"Yes sir."

They continue until they come across a map of the rig. Tex point to Cobalt.

"You six take the roughneck quarters, we're taking the offices and the main decks."

"Be careful sir." says Cobalt

"You too corporal."

****

On board the mini-sub. Slide is at the controls, to her left is Tracker at the sonar position, to her right is Electric at the weapons position.

"That submarine anywhere around?" says Slide

"Our Sonar is limited ma'am. Not yet." says Tracker

*****

"Contact!" says Bengal "Two torpedoes headed for us off to starboard!"

"Patton, open fire!" shouts Bowser

"Aye sir! Let 'em have it!" shouts the weapons officer.

Machine guns of all types open fire into the water. One of the torpedoes explodes. The explosion sends the other corkskrewing towards the sea bed.

"Good work Patton."

****

"Cobalt to McCoy."

*Go ahead.*

"Five more enemy commandoes taken out sir. Two of ours are down, no use helping them."

*Very good corporal. McCoy out.*

****

"I got 'em off to port!" says Tracker.

"Fire!" says Slide.

Electric fires two minitorpedoes and they streak towards the enemy submarine and slam into the propeller and rudder.

"Bulls-eye, baby!" shouts Electric

****

On the bridge of the Retriever.

"They got 'em!" says Winston.

"Yes!" shouts Mauser.

"Good job Slide!" says Bowser

"She's surfaceing, near the Aggressive." says Bengal.

"What are they doing?" says Emerald.

"They're going to ram them!" says Firebird.

The Aggressive does indeed ram the enemy submarine, splitting her in two. She then fires her weapons into the wreckage.

"Kaiser, cease fire! Are you mad, cease fire!"

*This is revenge for our brothers on the Bloody Fang. They will not get away!*

****

On the oil rig's deck, Tex and his squad are here searching for Omar. Suddenly a storage crate's side opens to reveal Omar, his remaining commandoes and the oil rig hostages.

"Freeze! Or they all die!" says Omar. "Put down your weapons and kick them towards me, right now."

"You'll never get away with this!" says McCoy

"Private." says Omar motioning to one of the commandoes who picks up a roughneck and point his gun to his head.

"Do as he says!" says the roughneck "They'll kill us all!"

Tex nods, and they all put down their weapons.

"Good. On your knees and put your hands on your heads."

They begin to do so when the roughneck being held kicks the commando in the knee. Everything happens quickly. Tex, seeing his chance, rapidly picks up his pistol, fires and takes out each commando. Omar turns to aim at McCoy but he shoots first, knocking the gun out of his hand. As he shouts in pain and holds his hand, Tex gets up and runs toward Omar, knocking him over and slamming his head into the side of the storage crate, knocking him out.

"All right Lieutenant!" says T-Bone "Good job!"

"First in my class at marksmanship. McCoy to Retriever, do you recieve?"

*Loud and clear Lieutenant.* says Winston

"Situation under control, Omar has been apprehended."

*Acknowledged lieutenant, good job. Retriever out.*

****

Bowser's office. McCoy, Sparkplug and a male Rhodesian Ridgeback are here at attention.

"First off, I want to congradulate you on capturing Omar Lieutenant, Nice job. Sparkplug, you and your fire crew did good out there. And Patton, nice bit of shooting."

"Excuse me, sir." says Tex "But I lost three of my squad on the oil rig."

"Yes I know. The Master says replacements will be here by the end of the week. Once again, good job all of you. Dismissed."

They file out and Bowser walks out and into the bridge.

"Message from the Aggressive, sir." says Emerald handing Bowser and clipboard.

"'Our business together is concluded captain. We are sailing for home, alone. Next time we meet, we will be enemies. Good day to you and smooth sailing, Kaiser.' Like I'm worried that they're leaving."

"Wouldn't surprise me if they tried to take over this ship sir." says Emerald.

"Humph! Never happen."

****

Somewhere in Africa, two animal handlers open two carriers. An Ethiopian wolf timidly steps out and then runs into the scrub, an African Wild Dog then does the same. The handlers shake hands and congradulate each other. The Black Gun Terrorists are finished.

The End