Dalton stood over his desk, looking to the screen of his computer, where people were looking back in the middle of a meeting. "...You've seen the reports yourself. The moment these super weapons are in the fray, the entire battlefield changes. They turned the tide in the middle east, when we were hunting a terrorist leader and his tactically organized men. They bested a group of pirates that stole cruiser ships from us..."

"Yes, all that is true, and it's been successful every time with just a small unit." one of the heads of the meeting said, "By those examples, it shows more funding to the project doesn't seem to be needed. These "Super Weapons," as you call them, are effective as is and only need maintenance."

"Imagine what we could do with more of them." Dalton spoke up, "They could be a replacement for entire soldiers, armed forces. American lives and American money could be spared in the long run if we can up the production of them."

"You seem to make them at a proper pace." A different member said, "According to your reports, the nine you have are fully functional and repair regardless of the damage they sustain from each mission they are used on. Captain Riley, I understand your desire to progress and improve with this experimental project, and the results speak for themselves. But more is not always better, especially when we are trying to keep this as a secret to ensure other countries do not try to follow similar research. We are denying additional funds for the project. Work with what you have, keep production up with it." "Meeting adjured."

And the screen shifted to just blank windows. Dalton was still for a time, growling under his breath as he stared at the monitors, then he sat down and leaned back. "How many soldiers how to die before they'll listen?... What good is keeping this a secret if there's no way to advance it?" He rubbed his muzzle and face for a moment, then woke his computer back up. Dalton began to look over some reports from both soldiers and certain threats have come up in the news. One of them caught his attention and rubbed his chin, then he sent an email one of the people behind the report.




While this was happening, Harley and Zephrine were in a sparing match outside. Dean was sitting on a bench with a cup of water, while the grew wolfess ran circles around the red one. Zephrine was just a blur that would dash in for a punch and zip away even faster, so the best that Harley seemed to do was just block, parry, and dodge these attacks; still she would take a hit or two.

Not long after, Dante started to walk over with Analie beside him. The two saw the match, and walked to the bench beside Dean. "How's things going?"

Dean shrugged, "Harley's on complete defense. I think Zeph's getting faster." he took a sip of his drink, "Too fast for Harley's power to predict."

"I do see them coming!" Harley barked as she leaned back from an attack, "I just can't figure out how to avoid them all before they happen!"

"Just show's why I'm the best!" Zephrine said, instantly stopping beside Dean, "Isn't that right?"

"Cannot Deny." Dean said, not looking at Zephrine though.

Zeph just giggled and dashed back into the sparing match, a blurry, furry hurricane of punches.

"You really think that huh?" Dante walked over and took a seat on the bench, "Even if she couldn't kill you?"

"I didn't deny it..." Dean said, Still not looking to anyone. "But I can't confirm it either..."




After that was said, Zephrine rushed in for another strike and kicked Harley in the stomach, but she couldn't get her leg free. Harley caught it and held it close to her stomach.

"What now, The best?" Harley smirked, and leaned into Zeph to force her to the ground. "Um... Mercy?" Zeph said with a weak smile. She tried to kick free, but Harley rolled the wolfess on her back and wrestled her into a far worse position. "Someone help!" The three were now just watching as the ego of Zeph was crushed and pretzeled, as Harley pressed her against the ground and beat her down even after she pleaded. "Okay, you win, Please, just make it stop!"

"Okay, the best." Harley giggled and got off Zephrine, Then she offered her a hand and picked her up, "That wasn't too hard was it? Metal skeleton and all that?"

"Oh I felt it," Zeph said as she felt her arm, "But nothing is broken."

"And the winner is Harley." Dante chuckled, "Still an impressive fight. wouldn't you two agree?" He looked to Analie, and she just stood beside him like a statue only blinking. He sighed and looked to Dean, and the coyote was still looking down at his cup, "You alright?"

Dean didn't answer.

"Hey, I'm team leader, so speak up." Dante said, "If something is the matter I wanna hear it and let Dalton know."

Dean looked to him, then sighed as he looked down. But, before he could speak a word, the speakers amplified Dalton's voice. "All super weapons report for debriefing, we have an urgent mission."
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Another mission, wonder what this could be about.

Part 1

Title: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57159991/

Part 3: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57414196/

Zephrine (C) dsizzle99

Dante (C) Macro2312

Harley (C) Calypso-Dreams

Art, characters, and story (C)  watcher12