RUFFBO : DOG COMMANDO
Stud Journal: September 4, 2011
Ruffbo was basking in the sun on a Malibu beach. Wearing his Oakley sunglasses , drinking fighto beer, He was watching the bitches with his human shipmate and fellow Seal team six operator Frank. After grueling combat in deserts and jungles, doing a recon job in southern California was a gas ! It may be far fetched but it was work checking out the son of Equatorial Guinea's
president ,Teodoro Obiang Nguema." The playboy " little Teodoro ", splashed around the surf with his American girlfriend as they watched.
Little Teodoro, technically the Agriculture minister of his country had bought a 35 million dollar Malibu mansion near the likes of Mel Gibson, Britney Spears and other celebrities. Teodoro had also purchased a special 380 million dollar yacht. This yacht was secretly modified to carry computer surveillance devices for Muslim terrorists , who were supported by Iran. A former prisoner of Equatorial Guinea's infamous Black Beach prison had recently been released and fled the country with this information. Which is why the CIA now tasked Naval Special Warfare unit 10 and Ruffbo to handle the problem.
Ruffbo's recon was a prelude to a sabotage job on Teodoro's yacht. Frank was getting restless hanging out on the beach." Ruff, lets put a tracking device on Little T's SUV and call it a day ! Sooner or later he will head to his little boat !" Ruffbo sensed that Frank had been out of sorts since their last mission in Peru. He barked affirmatively, drained his beer and walked to the nearby parking area with Frank. It wasn't hard to spot Teo's ride, with its plate reading " NEXT PRES ". The fully loaded red Hummer stood out like a sore thumb. Frank bent down to ties his shoes and put the tracker under the rear bumper. Ruffbo pissed on one of the Hummer's tires to mark his target.
Meanwhile Teo walked down the beach away from his girlfriend to take a call on his encrypted cellphone. He heard the gritty voice of Magrat on the line. " The time is almost near my friend. The information we have collected verified the target . We will strike a mortal blow on the ultimate infidels " ! Teo , just grunted . He wasn't really caught up in all the mumble jumbo of the Islamic fundamentalist. Just as long as Magrat and his group took out the enemy of his father, Tedu Baku, the current Energy minister of Nigeria and friend of the American Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Getting the Secretary of State would just be an added bonus.
Frank lounged around the safe house he and Ruffbo were using on the op. For the last five years he and Ruffbo had participated in many dangerous missions. He was uneasy because this mission had many different wrinkles to it. First there was the recon, then the take down and yet so many unknowns. That was his nature to worry about things. On the other hand Ruffbo was always upbeat and gung ho to get on with every mission. After a couple of days drinking fighto beer and chasing bitches , Ruffbo was always good to go ! Right now the super pooch was snoozing in the next room. What an operator ! Nothing bothered him !
Frank took a call on his satcom phone and in code conveyed information on their recon to his boss. Then he checked on the tracker and discovered the red Hummer was heading down the coast towards San Diego and probably to Teo's yacht's berth. Yo Ruffbo ! Turn to ! Get up , Franked yelled. Ruffbo was awake with a wag of his tail. They put some technical gear in a beat up old Jeep Cherokee and made tracks.
About twenty miles down the coast highway past Malibu the red Hummer pulled into a secluded private quay. It was a place one could easily pass in the blink of an eye. Luckily for Ruffbo and Frank there was abundant cover in the form of high hedges near the dock. The yacht was at least 120 feet long and from all outward appearances just for pleasure. Little Teo was on the main deck talking with a tall dark skinned man with short hair. Ruffbo trained his talk ears on the men and picked up the conversation.
Magrat was overjoyed at the prospect of taking out Hillary Clinton and Energy minister Tedu Baku with a deadly virus , which would also seal the fate of thousands of people in the nearby area. The special computer surveillance gear on the yacht had enabled Magrat's group to intercept Secret Service communications and identify the itinerary of the Secretary of State and her official guest Tedu Baku. Ruffbo and Frank had to stop them to save Santa Cruz ! The plan was for Teo's yacht also named " NEXT PRES " to dock in Santa Cruz and for Magrat to use a rented helicopter to deliver the virus near the restaurant they would be eating at.
Ruffbo excitedly translated the info from dog language for Frank. Immediately Frank was on his secured satphone to the bosses. In coded language the green light was given for Ruffbo and Frank to take out Teo,Magrat and the yacht. Frank just smiled. He had been waiting to use a new toy that Seal Team Six had been given by the Army to test. The XM25 was a " smart " grenade launcher made by Heckler&Koch. You and your toys ! Exclaimed Ruffbo !
" Maybe now you'll quit pacing the safe house ", Ruffbo barked ! Out of the Jeep they extracted a deflated twenty foot Zodiac raft with a silenced outboard motor. The inflated the raft out of the line of vision of the yacht. Ruffbo had intercepted conversation that the Yacht was preparing to get underway so there was no time to waste ! It was now dusk and the sun was starting to go down. They would trail the yacht out to sea before taking it out.
Soon it was night and Ruffbo and Frank put on their night vision goggles. Frank checked on the portable navigational unit on board to determine the probable course of Next Pres. Ruffbo had on a special dog wetsuit , an earpiece and paw gloves . He was going to have the honor of taking the kill shot. Frank was acting as a spotter on this gig. The XM25 was removed from a hard shell case and a special incendiary round was loaded. The Coast Guard would officially attribute the yacht's demise to fire caused by a gas leak. An unfortunate accident at sea !
The Next Pres was making good time on the moon lit seas off the California coast. Frank brought the Zodiac within 200 meters of the Next Pres. The range of the XM25 was listed as 700 meters but there was no point in taking the risk of missing. Frank scoped the yacht and counted out the distance for Ruffbo. The XM25 used lasers and sensors to correctly judge the distance to target. Yet Ruffbo was still hyped up ! The high command authorized the shot and Ruffbo put pressure on the trigger. It was all over in seconds. Pieces of the big yacht were airborne over the patch of sea where it had once rode. Flames and smoke could be seen on the horizon for miles. Overhead a special surveillance aircraft was taking film to confirm what had happened.
Ruffbo and Frank didn't communicate for at least twenty minutes after hitting the beach once again. They broke down the Zodiac , portable equipment, and loaded up the Cherokee. Only after this did they allow themselves a brief time to unwind. " Ruff ! That was sure some shot, " Frank exclaimed. Then he handed him a fighto beer from the cooler in the car. The weapon test had been a success. It was starting to sink in that they had saved the people of Santa Cruz in addition to Hillary Clinton and minister Tedu Baku ! Ruffbo then realized that Santa Cruz had come to within a dog's whisker of being the " Land of The Dead " !
Note : keep alert for another exciting episode of Ruffbo: Dog Commando. Dedicated to the Naval Special Warfare personnel. " The Quiet Professionals "
PAW GUNS READY!!! PLZ. SUBSCRIBE :)
Courtesy of Scary Merlin Productions. BarryRodriguez (c) 2011. All Rights Reserved.
Stud Journal: September 4, 2011
Ruffbo was basking in the sun on a Malibu beach. Wearing his Oakley sunglasses , drinking fighto beer, He was watching the bitches with his human shipmate and fellow Seal team six operator Frank. After grueling combat in deserts and jungles, doing a recon job in southern California was a gas ! It may be far fetched but it was work checking out the son of Equatorial Guinea's
president ,Teodoro Obiang Nguema." The playboy " little Teodoro ", splashed around the surf with his American girlfriend as they watched.
Little Teodoro, technically the Agriculture minister of his country had bought a 35 million dollar Malibu mansion near the likes of Mel Gibson, Britney Spears and other celebrities. Teodoro had also purchased a special 380 million dollar yacht. This yacht was secretly modified to carry computer surveillance devices for Muslim terrorists , who were supported by Iran. A former prisoner of Equatorial Guinea's infamous Black Beach prison had recently been released and fled the country with this information. Which is why the CIA now tasked Naval Special Warfare unit 10 and Ruffbo to handle the problem.
Ruffbo's recon was a prelude to a sabotage job on Teodoro's yacht. Frank was getting restless hanging out on the beach." Ruff, lets put a tracking device on Little T's SUV and call it a day ! Sooner or later he will head to his little boat !" Ruffbo sensed that Frank had been out of sorts since their last mission in Peru. He barked affirmatively, drained his beer and walked to the nearby parking area with Frank. It wasn't hard to spot Teo's ride, with its plate reading " NEXT PRES ". The fully loaded red Hummer stood out like a sore thumb. Frank bent down to ties his shoes and put the tracker under the rear bumper. Ruffbo pissed on one of the Hummer's tires to mark his target.
Meanwhile Teo walked down the beach away from his girlfriend to take a call on his encrypted cellphone. He heard the gritty voice of Magrat on the line. " The time is almost near my friend. The information we have collected verified the target . We will strike a mortal blow on the ultimate infidels " ! Teo , just grunted . He wasn't really caught up in all the mumble jumbo of the Islamic fundamentalist. Just as long as Magrat and his group took out the enemy of his father, Tedu Baku, the current Energy minister of Nigeria and friend of the American Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Getting the Secretary of State would just be an added bonus.
Frank lounged around the safe house he and Ruffbo were using on the op. For the last five years he and Ruffbo had participated in many dangerous missions. He was uneasy because this mission had many different wrinkles to it. First there was the recon, then the take down and yet so many unknowns. That was his nature to worry about things. On the other hand Ruffbo was always upbeat and gung ho to get on with every mission. After a couple of days drinking fighto beer and chasing bitches , Ruffbo was always good to go ! Right now the super pooch was snoozing in the next room. What an operator ! Nothing bothered him !
Frank took a call on his satcom phone and in code conveyed information on their recon to his boss. Then he checked on the tracker and discovered the red Hummer was heading down the coast towards San Diego and probably to Teo's yacht's berth. Yo Ruffbo ! Turn to ! Get up , Franked yelled. Ruffbo was awake with a wag of his tail. They put some technical gear in a beat up old Jeep Cherokee and made tracks.
About twenty miles down the coast highway past Malibu the red Hummer pulled into a secluded private quay. It was a place one could easily pass in the blink of an eye. Luckily for Ruffbo and Frank there was abundant cover in the form of high hedges near the dock. The yacht was at least 120 feet long and from all outward appearances just for pleasure. Little Teo was on the main deck talking with a tall dark skinned man with short hair. Ruffbo trained his talk ears on the men and picked up the conversation.
Magrat was overjoyed at the prospect of taking out Hillary Clinton and Energy minister Tedu Baku with a deadly virus , which would also seal the fate of thousands of people in the nearby area. The special computer surveillance gear on the yacht had enabled Magrat's group to intercept Secret Service communications and identify the itinerary of the Secretary of State and her official guest Tedu Baku. Ruffbo and Frank had to stop them to save Santa Cruz ! The plan was for Teo's yacht also named " NEXT PRES " to dock in Santa Cruz and for Magrat to use a rented helicopter to deliver the virus near the restaurant they would be eating at.
Ruffbo excitedly translated the info from dog language for Frank. Immediately Frank was on his secured satphone to the bosses. In coded language the green light was given for Ruffbo and Frank to take out Teo,Magrat and the yacht. Frank just smiled. He had been waiting to use a new toy that Seal Team Six had been given by the Army to test. The XM25 was a " smart " grenade launcher made by Heckler&Koch. You and your toys ! Exclaimed Ruffbo !
" Maybe now you'll quit pacing the safe house ", Ruffbo barked ! Out of the Jeep they extracted a deflated twenty foot Zodiac raft with a silenced outboard motor. The inflated the raft out of the line of vision of the yacht. Ruffbo had intercepted conversation that the Yacht was preparing to get underway so there was no time to waste ! It was now dusk and the sun was starting to go down. They would trail the yacht out to sea before taking it out.
Soon it was night and Ruffbo and Frank put on their night vision goggles. Frank checked on the portable navigational unit on board to determine the probable course of Next Pres. Ruffbo had on a special dog wetsuit , an earpiece and paw gloves . He was going to have the honor of taking the kill shot. Frank was acting as a spotter on this gig. The XM25 was removed from a hard shell case and a special incendiary round was loaded. The Coast Guard would officially attribute the yacht's demise to fire caused by a gas leak. An unfortunate accident at sea !
The Next Pres was making good time on the moon lit seas off the California coast. Frank brought the Zodiac within 200 meters of the Next Pres. The range of the XM25 was listed as 700 meters but there was no point in taking the risk of missing. Frank scoped the yacht and counted out the distance for Ruffbo. The XM25 used lasers and sensors to correctly judge the distance to target. Yet Ruffbo was still hyped up ! The high command authorized the shot and Ruffbo put pressure on the trigger. It was all over in seconds. Pieces of the big yacht were airborne over the patch of sea where it had once rode. Flames and smoke could be seen on the horizon for miles. Overhead a special surveillance aircraft was taking film to confirm what had happened.
Ruffbo and Frank didn't communicate for at least twenty minutes after hitting the beach once again. They broke down the Zodiac , portable equipment, and loaded up the Cherokee. Only after this did they allow themselves a brief time to unwind. " Ruff ! That was sure some shot, " Frank exclaimed. Then he handed him a fighto beer from the cooler in the car. The weapon test had been a success. It was starting to sink in that they had saved the people of Santa Cruz in addition to Hillary Clinton and minister Tedu Baku ! Ruffbo then realized that Santa Cruz had come to within a dog's whisker of being the " Land of The Dead " !
Note : keep alert for another exciting episode of Ruffbo: Dog Commando. Dedicated to the Naval Special Warfare personnel. " The Quiet Professionals "
PAW GUNS READY!!! PLZ. SUBSCRIBE :)
Courtesy of Scary Merlin Productions. BarryRodriguez (c) 2011. All Rights Reserved.
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