Chapter 3 - The Secret Inside the Kennel
The black object was lying exactly where no one should have been able to place it.
Inside Thor's enclosure.
I stared at the security monitor, waiting for my brain to catch up with what my eyes were seeing.
The camera angle was clear.
The kennel door was closed.
The lock indicator was green.
No handler had entered.
No technician had crossed the training yard.
Yet something was sitting on the concrete floor beside the dog who had trusted almost nobody for eight months.
I stood up immediately.
"Get me the kennel footage."
The young technician sitting across from me looked confused.
"Captain?"
"Every camera. Last two hours."
He hesitated.
That hesitation annoyed me.
Not because he was slow.
Because everyone at this facility had learned the same habit.
When something didn't make sense, they waited for someone else to decide if it mattered.
I had spent eighteen years in special operations.
That habit got people killed.
"Now."
He turned back to the monitors.
Seconds later, multiple camera feeds appeared.
The hallway.
The training yard.
The kennel entrance.
Nothing.
Nobody.
The technician shook his head.
"There's no movement."
I stepped closer.
"Play it again."
He replayed the footage.
Still nothing.
Thor remained inside his enclosure.
Still.
Silent.
Watching.
Then I noticed something.
"Stop."
The video froze.
The technician looked at me.
"What?"
"Zoom in."
He enlarged the image.
The object became clearer.
It wasn't a weapon.
It wasn't a device.
It was a small metal tag.
A K9 identification tag.
My stomach tightened.
Because I knew exactly what it was.
Marcus Dole's tag.
The same tag listed as recovered from his equipment after his death.
The same tag that should have been locked inside the evidence archive.
I turned around.
"Who has access to Marcus Dole's belongings?"
Nobody answered.
That was the answer.
I walked out of the office.
The hallway seemed longer than before.
Every person I passed looked away too quickly.
That was something I had learned overseas.
People didn't avoid eye contact because they had nothing to hide.
They avoided it because they were afraid you would see something.
When I reached the kennel area, Thor was standing beside the tag.
He wasn't touching it.
He wasn't playing with it.
He was guarding it.
Like Marcus had told him to.
I entered the observation area.
Petrov was already there.
"You saw it?"
His face was pale.
"Where did that tag come from?"
He looked through the glass.
"I don't know."
"Petrov."
"I swear."
I studied him.
Petrov was many things.
Tired.
Confused.
Protective of these dogs.
But he wasn't lying.
Not completely.
"Who else knows about this?"
He swallowed.
"Colonel Hargrove."
"How?"
"He monitors everything involving the dogs."
"Then why didn't he tell me?"
Petrov didn't answer.
I looked at Thor.
The dog was still staring at the tag.
Like it was the last piece of someone he lost.
"Marcus didn't die the way they said, did he?"
Petrov immediately looked at me.
"Captain."
"Answer the question."
His silence lasted too long.
Finally, he whispered:
"I don't know."
That was worse than a lie.
Because it meant someone had made sure nobody knew.
I requested access to Marcus Dole's full mission records.
Denied.
I requested the original after-action report.
Denied.
I requested archived K9 deployment footage.
Denied.
Three denials.
Within thirty minutes.
Someone was trying very hard to keep me away from the truth.
That usually meant the truth was closer than people wanted.
At 1900 hours, I found Colonel Hargrove alone in the command office.
He didn't look surprised when I entered.
Almost like he expected me.
"You found something."
Not a question.
A statement.
I placed the metal tag copy on his desk.
"Explain."
His eyes dropped to it.
For the first time since I met him, his confidence disappeared.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
"You weren't supposed to find that."
There it was.
The sentence people said when they accidentally admitted too much.
"Why was Marcus Dole's tag inside Thor's kennel?"
Hargrove leaned back.
"Captain, you need to understand something."
"I understand that a dead man's personal property appeared inside a locked military facility."
His jaw tightened.
"Some things are classified."
"Grief is classified now?"
His expression hardened.
"You don't know what happened."
"Then tell me."
Silence.
I waited.
He didn't speak.
That told me more than any answer could.
I turned to leave.
"Captain."
I stopped.
Hargrove looked older suddenly.
Not weaker.
Just tired.
"Marcus Dole was not just a handler."
I turned back.
"What does that mean?"
He looked toward the window.
Toward the kennels.
"He was investigating something."
"What?"
Hargrove didn't answer.
Instead, he said:
"That's why he's dead."
The room went quiet.
I stared at him.
"You just confirmed Marcus's death wasn't an accident."
His face changed.
He realized his mistake.
But it was too late.
"Leave this alone."
I almost laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because I had heard those words before.
Every time someone told me to leave something alone, it usually meant they were standing directly on top of the thing they wanted buried.
"Who was Marcus investigating?"
Hargrove looked away.
"I can't tell you."
"Can't?"
"Won't."
I nodded.
"Then I'll find out myself."
As I walked away, he said one more thing.
"Captain Mercer."
I stopped.
"If you continue, don't trust anyone in this building."
I looked back.
"Not even you?"
His silence answered.
That night, I returned to my office and searched everything I had access to.
Marcus's name.
His missions.
His reports.
His equipment logs.
Nothing.
A perfect soldier.
A perfect record.
A perfect disappearance.
Too perfect.
Then I remembered something.
The note.
Protect the dogs.
They saw everything.
Not he knew everything.
Not he discovered everything.
They saw everything.
The dogs.
I pulled up the K9 deployment records.
Marcus had taken Ares, Zeus, and Thor on every major operation.
They weren't just trained animals.
They were witnesses.
I looked at the kennel camera again.
Thor was awake.
Still.
Waiting.
I grabbed my jacket.
At 2300 hours, I returned to the training yard.
The building was mostly empty.
Most people had gone home.
But I knew better than to believe empty meant safe.
I approached Thor's enclosure.
He stood immediately.
Like he knew I was coming.
"I need your help."
The words sounded ridiculous.
Talking to a dog.
But anyone who had worked beside one knew better.
I unlocked the access panel.
Thor watched.
I didn't enter.
Not yet.
Instead, I held up Marcus's tag.
The dog's entire posture changed.
His ears lifted.
His eyes focused.
Then he moved toward me.
Slowly.
Carefully.
I lowered the tag near the fence.
Thor sniffed it.
Then he looked past me.
Toward the far corner of the training yard.
I followed his gaze.
Nothing.
Just darkness.
Then Thor moved.
Not toward me.
Toward the corner.
He stopped beside the concrete wall.
And began scratching.
Not aggressively.
Purposefully.
I walked closer.
"What is it?"
Thor scratched again.
Ares and Zeus began barking from their kennels.
Not warning.
Alerting.
I grabbed a flashlight.
The wall looked normal.
Until the light hit the bottom corner.
There was a mark.
A small carved symbol.
A circle.
With three lines through it.
My breath stopped.
Because I had seen that symbol before.
On Marcus Dole's classified report.
I reached toward the wall.
My fingers touched the mark.
Then the concrete panel moved.
A hidden compartment slowly opened.
Inside was a small black case.
And on top of it was a photograph.
I picked it up.
The picture showed Marcus.
Standing beside the three dogs.
But someone else was in the background.
Someone who should never have been there.
Someone whose name appeared on my current assignment paperwork.
I turned the photograph over.
There was a message written on the back.
Three words.
My hands tightened.
Because the message was not meant for Marcus.
It was meant for me.
It said:
"Trust no one."
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And beneath those words was a name I recognized...
Harlan Cross.
