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Word of mouth travled fast around here. As soon as Specter heard about the meeting, he got a move on. Arriving, he noticed a big crowd was forming already, but to him, they didn't all look like dogs with true professions were the only ones arriving... He didn't say anything as he moved in and sat down near the large great dane.

Crowds was not something Forget me not was known to be ANYWHERE near. Due to her past, she wasn't prone to want anything to do with other dogs. Born a show dog, and turned into a bait dog, she tended to stay away from other dogs. So overhearing other dogs talking, she heard about this meeting. While she didn't want to go because of the meeting part, she wanted to see how much it may effect her. As cautious as she was, she was still smart about it. With her scar, and torn off ear, she would never have passed for an owned dog, so she chose to lurk around the side of the building, settling her large frame within hearing distance in a nearby hedge.

Pippin wagged his stub of a tail at Wiley. He didn't like to stereotype, but German Shepherds were always such good officers. Very reliable, if, y'know. On the tall side. As another dog joined them, a red-splotched Australian shepherd, Pippin looked her over≥ She didn't appear to be part of the force; if she was, she was new and excitable. She looked strong; a working dog of some kind, and sweet enough. But sometimes sweet wasn't safe. "I am quite well, Officer Wiley. Very much hoping you are, too! And- indeed we have, Officer Wiley. Very dangerous indeed! I think we ought to interrogate her..." Turning to the Aussie, he looked up at her with a grin and a wink. "Ok, Miss! I'm Officer Pippin, and I have some questions! How are you today? Lovely sunny day for a meeting, isn't it!"

"A house pet, eh? That must be the life, people feedin' you at all hours and never having to worry about anybody taking a snap at you." Boston looked the Doberman up and down. He certainly looked as though he could be a fine police dog; the trouble must be temperamental or something. Shame. He looked awfully tough for a house pet. Still... eh, house pets might be guard dogs, too. Maybe he just lived in a bad neighborhood. She wasn't gonna comment on that; she knew all too well what bad neighborhoods were like. She saw them every day.

Arimik smiles truthfully. you have no idea how I want that life. "Yeah, its the life, just not the life I wanted." He said the last bit in an undertone that only he could hear referring to his current predicament as an informant. He could feel her sizing him up. heh, some house pet. I run the streets at night. The less she questions the better. He let the subject lie, since she obviously didn't want to pry, he wasn't going to openly give information out. What kind of informant would he be? A bad one, Mind on business. The quicker you get the information the sooner you never have to see the Akita again. A pang of regret ran through him. Now there's a thought. I must be loosing my mind. I can't possibly want to risk everything on having a friend. Bah, no good thinking on it never works anyway. He absently stares up at Santos jealous of the great dane's luck. How he wished he was the police dog chief. That he could have friends, that luck was on his side not the chief's. Sighing he lets it go. Fate will do what it wants, I have no right to be jealous of others, it was my fault I ended up like this.

Milo cocked his head a little not enough to draw suspicion. The dark stranger huh, 'm gonna have to keep an eye out. "Its nice to meet you both." He openly grins. Milo has never been the one to show any form of animosity towards others, be it strays or not. Hmm, I wonder, the dark stranger....Oh, well. Back to why I'm really here. The service vests. Milo put the matter out of his head and returned his attention to Santos.

Basil walked through the town relived when he finally founded the police station. Judging by the crowed that was outside he was late to the meeting witch did surprise him. He had gotten lost several times on his way over. He was new to the town having just moved a few days ago. In his old town he worked Airport security. He wondered briefly if this town had an airport and if not what he job would be. He moved through the crowed until he found a spot to sit.

"This guy's nuts," he thought to himself rolling his eyes as he watched the pitbull's antics. Walking past the dumpster, he stopped at the end of the alley, still hidden in the shadows and behind a newspaper stand. He could now see the police station and the white great dane sitting at the head of the crowd. Whispering over his shoulder, "Santos, he a white great dane with a star on his collar and rose on his shoulder?" he asked.

Poison kept his eyes on the strange pitbull. "Invited? No, we're crashing this party. Slime heard some things about it, but we wanted to check it out ourselves." This guy sort of freaked him out with his grinning and laughing. "Dog, what sort of freak are you?" he spat as he joined Slimeball at the end of the alley. There were many other dogs here, some that Poison recognized. He had even socialized with some of them. Most other dogs shunned him for socializing with an outcast like Slimeball though, and so Poison usually didn't try making friends with other dogs in town. He noticed a lot of police dogs here today. "Slime, we gotta watch our backs. There's a bunch of cops walking around." he whispered to the green dog. He looked back over his shoulder to see where the weird pitbull had gone.

"Wileus and Pippin..." She gave a bubble of a laugh as she committed the named to memory and wiggled. "Oh, I came to do more than just listen. I'm going to help you boys out if you need it!" It might have sounded like a joke had her eyes not held a glint of determination. She was, under that giggly exterior, entirely serious about helping out. What else would she come for?

Blayze grinned widely at Vegas. "Why thank you." She said with a small giggle. She sobered up at his next question. "Well I wanted to see what the Chief of Police Dogs had to say with this meeting. If its something serious and big, I thought maybe I could somehow help out. I may not have police training but I do have training for emergencies." She nodded and then turned to look at the crowd. There were all kinds of dogs here and some seemed to be like her from another occupation.

Doyle looked at Rostam and nodded. "Yeah I'm more of a solo dog. But it's nice to meet you too Rostam." He said looking at Milo from the corner of his eye. Seemed this one didn't have anything to say about how he introduced himself. "Dark Stranger is just what my name translates to is all. I'm not dangerous at all. Just curious."