I am typing this thirty miles from home base at a Starbucks with a hotspot.
My special ops dog team and I were compromised on Sunday at 0830 when the power was cut. Some might say it was the relentless rain, but it had to be the scorpions. The signs were there, I was just too preoccupied with admin stuff to notice.
My mission: Retake ground zero.
Day One: A scorpion rappelled from the ceiling. He landed on my foot as I was relaxing on the couch. My lightning reflexes and commando training from Kitty Kat Academy flipped the paratrooper into the air. He landed stinger side first where I quickly crushed him into another dimension. (I'm really good at that.)
Later that day, another scorpion infiltrated my office. Sergeant Iko was on patrol but he must’ve been sleeping on duty because the infiltrator walked right past him. After dispatching the insurgent to hell, I reprimanded Iko and busted him down to private. Nobody sleeps on duty in my team.
We had a situation later that night when Seadog Mama, our underwater specialist yelped in agony. I was afraid the enemy had capped her, but I think she just got up wrong and twisted her ankle. Seadog Mama should’ve retired a year ago, but she’s tough and wants to stay with the team.
Day Two: After discussing the situation with Captain Tank, we agreed to take the fight to the enemy. I’ve been laying sticky pad traps everywhere.
So far, I've had only one escape. That scorpion must've had the strength of ten because he not only dragged the pad several feet, but escaped intact. We’ll meet again, Scorpi. I promise.
It’s now been 22 hours since we’ve been compromised. The power has tried to come back on twice but nothing permanent. My dog team and I are on dry rations.
…okay, I did have a cranberry scone at Starbucks, but being a team leader with a driver’s license has its perks.
I have to go back now. I'm setting this post to appear at zulu time 0700. My team and I will see this out to the end. If we don’t make it, tell my husband I love him and that I’ll see him on the other side. I’ll be the one with the scorpion kills carved into the soles of my shoes.
Dog Team Alpha signing out.