Episode I: Who Let The Dogs Out?

It was a late winter night in the middle of South Dakota, a lone humvee sits at the gate to the FOB. The ground is wet and slick from days of melting snow, much of the FOB was covered in watery lagoons where unknown creatures dwelled. Specialist Marx and Lieutenant Frank sit inside the humvee in silence, ever vigilant of their surroundings. They both know that any second the enemy could scale the walls and attack, a ferocious battle ever imminent. Both men have a tentative grip on their rifles, prepared for anything...
Waking from their slumber, Spc Marx and Lt Frank stretch and cover their eyes as the glaring sunlight filters into the humvee. Spc Marx leans forward in his seat, his eyes straining to see past the sunlight.
Lt Frank asks "What's wrong?"
... Silence...
"You okay?"
"Dogs sir... fucking dogs."
Lt Frank peers through the humvee window, spying a group of four dogs meandering about, searching for fresh meat no doubt. Suddenly, one of the dogs snap to attention and meets Lt Frank's gaze.
"We need to get out of here Marx..."
"Roger that sir."
Spc Marx says as he starts the humvee and slowly begins to pull off. Slowly moving through the FOB, Spc Marx glances into his sideview mirror.
"Sir, they're following us."
"Keep fucking going Marx, if we stop we're doomed."
Spc Marx speeds up, taking a corner sharply, sending out the tail end of the humvee. The humvee does a 360 degree spin and comes to a complete stop. Spc Marx looks over to ensure the Lt has survived their near disaster, seeing him moving, Spc Marx turns his attention outward. In front of the humvee stand the four dogs, gruff barks pierce the air as they descend on the vehicle.
"Marx, GO GO GO!"
Spc Marx slams his foot on the gas and the humvee takes off, the wheels churning dirt into the air as they roar past the dogs. Speeding down one of the narrow alleyways of the FOB, Spc Marx spys the dogs in pursuit of the vehicle in his sideview mirror.
"We can't outrun them sir."
"We have to run goddamn you, there's no other way!"
"I'm done running sir."
Spc Marx stops the vehicle and slams the shifter into reverse, watching the dogs in his sideview mirror, he begins to accelerate. Spc Marx draws closer to the dogs within seconds, one of them bounds out of Spc Marx's view. Aiming toward the one lone dog still in sight, Spc Marx comes within inches of the lone dog before he bounds out of view.
"They're gone sir."
"Go back to the gate..."
"Yes sir."
Arriving back at the gate, Lt Frank sports a large grin.
"Told you this job wasn't easy, THIS is where all the action is Marx."
"You're telling me sir."
Both men lean back and take a breath, reflecting on the events of the day. A brush with death will become their daily bread, mind shattering terror their water.

Written by Specialist Marx