Chase crept through the darkness. Silent as an ninja on steroids, he approached the house. His target would be asleep currently. It would make the job easier. He creeps, he opens the door, he slips into the dark bedroom. There lies his target, sleeping soundly. Never again to see the light of day with clear eyes. He drew his knife, slashed, then began cleaning it.
He crept toward the door of the now dead target's house, only to be stopped by a low pitched keening. Chase's neck hairs stood on end as he spun aroundto find...a small puppy? Chase bent over and vaguely patted the small animal, then continued back to the door. He opened the door and stepped out into the cool, dark night. He walked to his car in a dark part of the street and climed in. As he began closing the door, the puppy jumped into his lap. Rather startled by this, Chase looked at the animal in his lap.
"Um, hello?" he said cautiously. The puppy began wagging it's tail so energetically that it practically fell over. It started sticking its nose at Chase's multiple pockets. 'OK,' Chase thought, 'I have now got a hungry puppy. I'm sure this was covered in those assassin classes I slept through.'
"Erm, Puppy wanna din-din?"Chase asked, hoping that this was one of the times that his car hadn't been bugged. The puppy barked happily. "Puppy wanna, uh, Cheetoh wrapper?" The puppy howled at the top of it's voice. "OK, OK!" Chase moaned. "How about, um, this month old cookie?" Chase jerked his hands back as small, sharp teeth attacked the cookie. He watched the puppy eat the cookie, then started the car to drive off. Little did Chase know he would soon have a small possé.
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