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Chapter 4 - The Frisbee Factory

A woman scorned is a wonderful thing.  Chia sang for me like a 28 year old contestant on American Idol with one last desperate hope to make it big. 

The ring leader of the Red Dog Crew had broke Chia’s heart.  And she wanted revenge.  

She refused to go into details and the professional side of me didn’t care, however the personal side of me wondered at the biology of it all.  My mind considered and rejected possibilities in rapid succession.  Even if I ignored the fact that they were a totally different species, just the physics boggled my mind.  Chia was a tiny thing, she couldn’t have weighed more than 9 pounds.  How does that mesh with a 65 pound boxer?  He was over 6 times her size!

But it didn’t matter if biology or physics agreed, Chia had told me what I needed to know.  The exact location of the Red Dog Crew headquarters.  I headed out from the Fire Hydrant with a determined stride.

As I headed towards the location, a Frisbee Factory of no consequence, I started to formulate a plan of action.  A less experienced officer would have called in backup to help with the search for Shadow at this point, but I thought it would be smart for me to do some reconnaissance around the building and ensure the information from the cat was accurate.  It would be embarrassing if I brought in backup and Chia had just sent me on a wild mouse chase!

The first thing I had to do was change out of my uniform.  I wouldn’t be able to do much sneaking around with my badge of office dangling from my collar.  I ducked into an alley and removed the badge.  But, what could I do with it?  I really didn't want to leave it anywhere; it defined who I was.  For a moment I considered swallowing it and carrying it with me that way.  It wasn’t THAT big, I had swallowed rocks that were bigger and they had come out the other end looking exactly like they did when they went in.  The looked the same after a bit of cleaning, I mean.  But there were some pointy parts to the badge that looked like they might be… uncomfortable… passing through.  I decided to do the smart thing and bury it instead.  I found a lose patch of dirt where someone might have once kept a little garden and dug a hole.  It was dirty work being a cop.  But the dirty feet would help me blend in with the blue collar folks at the Frisbee Factory.  I dropped the badge in the hole and covered it up. 

“I’ll be back for you later.”  I told the badge.  I’m not crazy.  I knew the badge couldn’t understand me, but it made me feel better.

I walked up to the front of the Frisbee Factory and noticed absolutely nothing remarkable about it.  A few dogs walked in an out of the front door and a truck with what appeared to be a shipment of frisbees drove away from a loading dock.  Could the cat have been telling me the truth?  This looked like an active Frisbee Factory, not like the headquarters of the most notorious Squeaky Ball gang in the SF Bay Area.  But perhaps it was their brilliance for disguise that kept the Red Dog Crew so well hidden.

I noticed the loading dock recently vacated by the truck remained open.  No one was visible outside or immediately inside that I could see.  Was it a stroke of fortune that I was presented with an opportunity so soon?  Or was it a trap?  Only one way to find out.

I leapt onto the loading dock and slipped inside. 

Chapter 5 - The Loading Dock