museum. On his way, he passed by a gray object in the bushes. He looked, but the object was gone. Tramp shrugged and got into a black limo, unaware that he was being watched by a set of vengeful eyes.

Silversmith Ammunition. 1895 3:00 am.

The ammunition depot is a large factory at the docks. A tramp steamer sits outside the factory. Balto and Brent sneak up alongside the Factory. Brent looked at his watch “Ok, we go in, Get Angel, the Bell and the Pocket watch…then we blow the place to hell.” He said looking to Balto. “Got the dynamite?” Balto held up a backpack. “Good. Now on three. One…two…thr” “Wait!” Balto interrupted. “Do we go on three, or on go?” Brent slapped himself. “On three. Ok ready one…two…three.” The two ran up alongside the dock and to a Sliding cargo door. They rushed threw it and into the factory.

Inside the factory large machinery sat cold and quite. High lamps gave the place a cold dim feeling as they buzzed overhead. A conveyer belt rapped around one wall and over to a machine that stamped cartridges. The place looked disserted. “Maybe we have the wrong place.” Brent wondered. Just then shots rang out and the floor in front of them erupted into bullet holes. Balto whipped out his M-16 and returned fire. Above him a wolf fell from a catwalk. “Go Balto. To the stairwell!” Brent yelled. The two ran up a set of stairs and up onto the catwalk. Shots continued to ring off as a group of wolves fired from the Catwalk above. But Brent and Balto continued their rampage. One by one the wolves fell. In the process Brent took a shot in the right shoulder. “Brent you ok?” Balto asked. “Just a scratch.” Brent replied. The dogs then ran over to an office door on one end of the catwalk.

Jenna screamed for help. She hit and punched the door as hard as she could. But it was no use. Tramp had locked it. She sat down next to Ginger’s innate form and wept. Ginger stirred and looked around. “This can’t end well.” She moaned.

Outside the door a lone figure walked threw the museum. Its nose was to the ground, sniffing out his friends. He heard Jenna’s weeping and ran to the door. He jiggled the handle for a few seconds. And realizing it was locked he baked up and grabed a fire ax. “Stand back!” He yelled. Jenna and Ginger moved to the back of the closet. The dog rammed the ax as hard as he could into the door hander and lock. The handle fell to the stone floor with a clunk. The door opened and Jenna could see their savior. “YOU!” she growled and attacked. Ginger could see that Jenna was attacking and beating up…the Tramp. “Get off me!” He yipped as she tried to bite his throat. She gave him a few punches in the head before Ginger pulled her off. “Hey what was that for?” Tramp said rubbing his paw over a black and blue mark on his face. “That was for trying to kill us!” Jenna growled. “What are you talking about. I’ve been rushing over hear for the past four hours. I’ve been unconscious.” Jenna settled down. “How do we know you are the real Tramp?” She said. “Let’s ask him a question only Tramp would know.” Ginger suggested. Tramp nodded. “Ok. Let’s see now.” Jenna said thinking. “Something only Tramp would know. Oh I know…did you really make love to Lady before you two were married?” Tramp’s mouth fell. “WHO TOLD YOU THAT!” he barked. Jenna laughed. “It’s the real Tramp.” She said. Tramp whimpered. “I want to know who started that rumor.” he mumbled. “No time for that. We have to track down that Tramp imposter and warn Balto and Brent before…. Well you know” Ginger said. “Come on we got to find them. I’ll brief you on what’s happened on the way.” Jenna said to Tramp.

Balto broke the door down. The office was quit except for a desk and a door leading to the back storage rooms. A light was on and they could here some muffled noises. Balto got on one side of the door and Brent on the other. In one movement they opened the door and swung in with their guns ready.

Inside the storage room was piles of boxes that reached for the ceiling. And illuminated by a single light bulb was Angel…Bound and gagged to a chare. Her fur was ruffled and bloody and she was minus her collar. Balto ran up and pulled the gag off her. “Angel what happened?” Balto yipped. “No time. Run! It’s a trap!” she yelled. Balto turned to see a wolf swing a bat at his head. He was knocked out cold.

2:00 am.

Brent stirred. He felt as if he had been hit in the head by a freight train. His vision was blurry and it took him a little while to focus. When he did he noticed he was in the main factory surrounded by guards. Someone was clapping. “Well done. I will admit breaching this stronghold was no small feat.” Brent turned to see a Brown wolf standing by him. “YOU! You’re Harry wheeler.” Brent said. “Well give the dog a bone. You’re correct.” Brent growled and tried to lunge at Harry, “I wouldn’t do that.” Harry said with an evil smiled on his face. “You wouldn’t want anything to happen to Balto or Angel. Would ya?” Brent turned to see three dogs holding an unconscious Balto. They dragged him out the factory and over the side of the dock. Brent looked to the other end of the Factory and also saw Angel tied to the conveyer belt “You leave them be!” Brent yelled. Harry laughed. “I commend you Brent MacWolf. But nobody is perfict. Your reputation says you make all the right choices.” Brent smiled. “Usually I’m right.” Harry laughed a cold evil laugh. “Well I guess you can make one last decision. No doubt you are going to try and save your friends. Now you must chose one.” The conveyor belt started moving and Angel headed toward the machine that stamped out cartridges. Outside Balto was about to be dumped into the river. Brent’s eyes danced between his two friends. A choice had to be made. “Well whose it gonna be?” Harry asked. Brent started to sweat. ‘’Oh great,’’ he thought, ‘’I either pick Balto and Angel becomes ammunition cartridges or I pick Angel and Balto will be sleeping with the fishes. God I hate this. I have to choose one. Unless…’’

Brent hid his smile as he replied, ‘’Angel.’’

Harry snapped his fingers and Angel was released. Balto dangled dangerously over the railing. Brent had a small surprise. Taking a deep breath, Brent placed Angel on his back and darted behind Wheeler, holding his AK-47 right within range of his foe’s temples. All of Wheeler’s henchmen pulled out their revolvers.

‘’No you fucking morons,’’ Harry cried, ‘’stow your weapons!’’

Brent smiled. He didn’t like taking hostages, but he knew it was for a good cause.

‘’All right,’’ he ordered, ‘’either let my friend go on the solid ground, or Harry here ain’t got a prayer.’’

The two wolves holding Balto stared blankly at each other. Brent pushed the AK-47 closer to his enemy.

‘’Do it your retards,’’ Harry yelped, now, that’s an order!’’

The two wolves jumped and brought Balto back onto solid ground. Brent smiled and replied, ‘’very good, now let my friends go, or else your boss becomes Swiss cheese.’’

The wolves backed away from Balto, who was starting to come back to reality, as was Angel. Both stared at the scene and asked, ‘’what the hell is going on?’’

Brent was quick to answer.

‘’Get your asses outta here you two!’’

Angel and Balto stared at him. Brent growled.

‘’Do you need a note of permission? Get your butts outta here!’’

Balto shook his head.

‘’No Brent, you aren’t risking your ass now! What about Ginger?’’

Brent gritted his teeth.

‘’Ginger’ll understand. What about Jenna? I won’t be the reason you two are torn apart. Now you and Angel get out of here. You have your chance. Now go before I have to make you!’’

Balto sighed. Fighting back tears, he grabbed Angel’s arm and ran from the building. Brent then showed Harry the dynamite bag.

‘’Is that what I think it is?’’ Harry whimpered. Brent opened the bag and sure enough, inside sat about three stacks of dynamite, nine sticks each. Brent brought out a match and replied, ‘’any last words before we go ka-boom?’’

Harry nodded.

’’Only one: FIRE!’’

Brent watched as all of Harry’s henchmen brought out their revolvers.

‘’Sweet mother fucker!’’ he yelped and lit the dynamite. Throwing the bag behind a tank of oil, Brent ran toward the exit. All the wolves had bad aim, and Brent was nearly at the exit when a bullet sank into his left leg. Brent fell forward and collapsed in pain. He looked up and saw Harry Wheeler with a silver Colt Revolver in his paw. Harry aimed the pistol at his foe’s head and smiled.

‘’Farewell, my admirable adversary.’’

Brent closed his eyes. He was dead. Suddenly, Harry dropped his pistol. Brent looked up and saw that Harry’s left arm was