"They destroyed the town of Wales at the western tip of the Seward Peninsula. I survived the onslaught. I hear they plan on taking back their country's old holdings here in North America. I've been pursuing them for the last 24 hours. I'm trying to get to Nome, where my parents and younger brother live before those kooks do, or I fear what might happen."
"Nome? That's where my parents live!" the wolf said, sounding shocked. "And my brothers and sisters! My pack and I have been trailing these invaders, too. Right now, they're waiting for me to come back with some food."
"And you went searching through my backpack to find anything?" asked Mika.
"I smelled something from in it," replied the wolf. "And unless you know anything about tracking, you're not gonna easily catch them."
"And you know about tracking?" asked Mika.
"Duh!" replied the wolf, raising her voice in the process. "I have to in order to survive."
Tell you what," said Mika. "We'll get something to eat, you're getting your own food. Then we continue to pursue those Soviets."
"Cool with me," said the wolf in response. "Name's Aleu, by the way."
"I'm Mika Kykalisko," replied Mika.
Mika met up with Aleu and her pack after breakfast, which for him consisted of a few pieces of beef jerky. It wasn't a satisfying breakfast, but at least it was a filling one. At that point, the pursuit continued. Mika left the tracking work to Aleu and her pack, as they were the experts in that field. The decision paid off. They stayed right on the trail left by the extremists, and never lost it. Mika stayed back behind the pack to avoid messing up the scent trail. This move further helped the efficiency of the plan. All the while, Mika loaded his rifle and revolver, ready for a possible battle.
By the time they got close to Nome, however the enemy forces were still well ahead of them. They eventually got close enough to see Nome early the next day, only to find that the enemy's assault was already underway.
In town, most of the residents either had taken cover, or were scrambling to find it. The town's dog residents found shelter in the hull of the abandoned boat that Balto had once called the only home he had. It was by this point that he realized that the foreign invaders attacking his town were the mystery menace that had haunted him for at least the last two months.
"So this is who the shadow menace was!" he thought. "Argh, why didn't I see that coming?"
Meanwhile, Mika, along with Aleu and her pack had a plan in action. Mika would go in and draw the invaders out of town, and lure them to the outskirts, where Aleu and company would set up an ambush. Mika's first stop was the back door of his house to drop off his guitar inside. From there he would sneak into town and execute the plan. The assault had calmed down for now and enemy was regrouping to discuss the next course of action. Mika hid behind a building in a sniper-like position with his rifle in hand, ready to fire at just the right time. He had his sights squarely on taking out the leader of the group.
"Okay, steady," he thought. "Ready, aim, FIRE!"
With that, and without hesitation, Mika pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the leader of the extremists square in the forehead. Within five seconds, he fell over, down in one shot. The others looked around frantically trying to see who fired the shot.
"Where are you?!" one of them exclaimed.
Mika didn't say a word. He just let them get more on edge before busting another shot off and dusting off another one of them.
The battle was on.
Will Nome be saved from its dangerous seizers? Find out in Chapter 8: The Battle for Nome.
Wherever You Are originally performed by Jack Ingram.
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