This is a short story of Vioko Moonlight the White Dog, the final product of the conclusive, controversial thought and debate process that led to this.


*Vioko Moonlight, a hired assassin known for his lethality and skill behind most weaponry, was called in for another job. This task was unlike any other one that had been assigned to the canine, since they wanted him to get up a tall building and provide cover for the escort that was getting a POI across to a safe spot. He reluctantly agreed, selecting his weapons for the job. He went over to an extensive table, standing over his Mk11 Arcos 6-20 semi automatic rifle. Multipurpose in many cases, and has a select fire ability that is able to be used as an infantry rifle as well. This aided the assist just in case he would need to switch fire modes. He assembled the rifle, equipping the suppressor attachment and the 12x4 Bendict Scope, zoomed the reticle in, and dry shot the rifle, making sure the rifle wasn't loaded. Typically, it carried 7.62 mm NATO rounds, perfect for the job. He carried a twelve round clip just in case he had to get up close and personal. As his secondary, he selected his favorite: the M9 Beretta Tactical. He chose the one that shot .45 mm rounds, since it's spacious fifteen round mag managed to help with multiple targets at once. He went out, getting inside of his personal vehicle, his BMW 2008 version, it's turbocharged engine making the racecar startup sound as he looked out of the front window, looking at the sides to see the tinted windows. He drove his way to his target point, taking point on the building located exactly 100 meters out from the AO, setting up his rifle as he zoomed in the 12x4 Bendict scope, lining up the sights to the area of operation. Gradually, ten minutes drawled by, and signs of the target showed, along with resistance as well. He took up the rifle, looking at the target through his scope, watching the two parties interact with one another. "Huh, seems like a rather calm area. Unless....," Vioko said, glaring at the opposition who pulled out a handgun, pointing dead at his client. Not wanting to fail after such preperation, the dog fired a shot, the suppression limiting the sound that cracked in the air, the bullet breaking the sound barrier, and later blasting through the cranium of the attacker. Brain matter splattered all over the wall as the man collapsed to the floor, his men frantically looking around or taking cover, attempting to find the mystery shooter. Vioko took aim, firing another shot, seeing another man go down with a shot directly below the sternum. One of the flashes caught the canine's eye, making him look in the other direction. He took point, getting ready to fire at the sniper that stared back at him, aimed and poised to fire. Vioko was quicker to react, firing a shot dead into the skull of the opposer. The sniper fell dead, his head bloody as brain matter splattered all over the place, the blood trickling down the rifle as he slumped down on his rifle. Vioko swiveled around, aiming back at the main focus as he kept firing selected shots at his targets, dropping each one with careful center mass shots. Then, the area was clear, as for a moment. Vioko watched the VIP slowly get into their vehicles, glad that the mystery marksman saved them as he pulled out with his guards, driving away as fast as they could. Vioko, relieved that they were safe, folded the bipod, standing up as he looked up, hearing the faint whirring in the diatance. Looking up, he saw the faint silhouette of a heli inbound. Getting ready, Vioko disassembled the rifle, carefully inserting everything back into the bag, calculating the rough distance between his opposer and his own safe area. He looked around, roughly assuming the chopper to be 100 feet out, given the five miles that it had to cover, estimating the north facing longitude to be 100 meters ninety degrees facing that area. He decided it he took the stairs, it could cover the approximate area if he went fast enough, and with that, he darted for the stairs, one ear raised to keep track of the heli. "Ninety-five meters out," Vioko reminded himself, flying down the stairs as he jumped over the railing, getting over the rail as he went into the lower area of the garage, quickly getting in his car. Starting it up, the grinding of the engine began as he slammed the stickshift into gear, peeling out as he drifted out into the open street, cars raining their onslaught of horns at him as soon as he came onto the opposite side of the road. Quickly darting left and right, he swerved constantly, avoiding the near collisions as he kept driving, sweat trickling down his forehead as he kept his instinct of avoiding oncoming traffic sharp. All of the sudden, in the midst of a drifting turn left, the canine's ears perked up, stiff and erect as he quickly looked behind him, hearing the sound of swishing. He saw in the rearview mirror that the chopper had closed the distance as expected, a lock on proximity fuse missile heading dead at him. He looked around, calculating the rough time it would take for the missile to reach him. "Ten, nine, eight....," the dog counted down, opening the door, pulling the stickshift into reverse, purposely knocking the door off it's hinges as he looked behind him, seeing the missile loom closer. "Five, four, three, two!," he exclaimed, grabbing a heavy brick from the back seat, slamming it on the gas as he kicked the passenger door open. "ONE!," the dog shouted, laying flat down as he turned the car sideways. The missile zoomed right at him, going into the passenger door, flying dead over him as he saw the missile up close, the payload loudly shooting over his head, going out of the driver's side of the door, exploding near him, but due to the excellent calculations, it's proximity wasn't lethal, but it was strong enough to tip the car over. "Agh, dang it!," the dog yelled as the car fell over, the crunching of metal and glass groaning as the vehicle flipped over several times, causing him to hit his head on the tipped over roof. He groaned, his vision going blurry as he wearily looked outside, his ears flopping down as he passed out, his body going limp as his pusle slowed down, the faint whirring of the chopper growing mire and more distant, then it was black.....