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Jacques seemed to not react a bit to Bostons retort. He hadn't meant for her to take it that way,but so be it. He moved through the tunnel calmly before moving to the other side of Wiley avoiding Boston.

"Sounds good to me Wiley." Jacques then turned to Sweet Pea eying her in a curious manner. "I personally wouldn't feel comfortable with such as thing Sweetpea. I'll just rip an opening wider if need be, non of us go anywhere alone. I think the other officers will agree with this thought." Sweetpea was trouble in his eyes easily excitable and untrained he would be keeping a closer eye one her from now on for her own good.

Boston was alarmed by Sweet Pea's bolting, but Wiley had it under control. The girl seemed to be fond of him, which was good. She let Wiley handle it as she thought about the best way to stay in communication. What she wouldn't give for the ability to use a radio as the humans did! "Stripes is right; we don't want to shout anything that'll give us away. What we need is something that'll sound like a gang call but isn't. Something, say, a low-level street pooch might have picked up to supplicate a bigger boss. Lemme think- of the smaller packs in the area, most of them use a sort of howl. That won't do too well. But there's one, one that's not at all considered a threat- mostly smaller dogs, and all beggars instead of fighters. Theirs is two barks followed by this really high-pitched keening howl- really more of a whine. So... let's use three barks, followed by a high-pitched whine. If you get into trouble, make it sound like you're a lot more hurt than you are. It'll throw anything attacking you off their guard and it'll bring the rest of us running. I'm not gonna lie; there's a risk involved if other dogs join in the attack when they sense weakness. But usually that doesn't happen. See, these dogs who live out here- they're proud. They don't want another dog muscling in on their target, unless it's some kind of gang initiation, in which case they'll pin you down for a juvenile to finish off. Those are pretty easy to get out of if they think you're more hurt than you are. Think that'll work?"

She noticed that her partner was ready to leave. Such a dedicated fella! Depending on how this went, she might have to push him to take the test again, with her and the other two putting in a good word for him. As she turned to follow Ari, the Akita winked at Sweet Pea. "Red, take care of the other officers for me. Sometimes the fellas need a lady around to keep them on their toes. Keep safe, and good luck!" She then headed after Ari, pleased to be teamed up with the Doberman. "Biscuit for your thoughts? I know this must seem unusual to you," she said softly as she cased the warehouse's hallway, searching for tracks, scents, and unusual clawmarks. "I'll bet your home isn't much like this place. I... I know that most of 'em are criminals, but I can't help but feel sorry for dogs who live in these warehouses. A good chunk of them were born into it and never got a fair start... and a lot of dogs don't understand that, including some of the gang leaders. It's why tracking the big packs is so important. Gotta watch out for the little dog- the alphas usually only care about power, not about the dogs in their gangs. A lot of... comparatively innocent dogs could get hurt." She then fell silent as several new scents came through. There were definitely traces of a skinny lab she'd shaken down as an informant recently; he had ties to a pack of thieves that nabbed meat from the stockyards. But they weren't too fresh; possibly from before she'd taken him down to the station. There were a lot of rats in the warehouse, too; she could smell them distinctly. If a pack was hungry enough, they could make a good living on rat. There were a few unfamiliar scents, too, which she ran against the ones she had stored in her memory, hoping to uncover something solid.

Boston saw the shepherd an instant after Ari did. Growling ferociously, she bounded after the interloper, focusing her efforts on his back. This was a dog they could mine for information; she didn't want to damage his head or his throat in any way. Informers needed to be able to talk, and if you damaged the head first, everything afterwards would be fuzzy. She wanted him sharp! She noticed that he looked frightened- he'd been trying to escape, probably. Maybe he hadn't wanted this fight. But then, there was just as much a chance that he'd been trying to warn some larger dog that somebody was coming. She also couldn't help but notice that Ari had jumped in first and had been very effective- especially for a house pet. What must have gone on to prevent his entry into the force? Did his tester just not like him? But she didn't think about this for long; there was a German shepherd to subdue! She knew where her restraining collars were; she could pull one out quickly once they were done grappling with him and book him for questioning.

Ha. HAHAH! The german shepherd cackled at their attempts to defeat him. Sure, they'd gotten a few blows in, but he was obviously stronger. He gave one more sneering chuckle before he turned and left, no longer caring about the weaklings who couldn't beat him. Click here to follow him!

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