As soon as we get to shore,” Daphne instructed Velma,
“Get your phone and look up the closest vet’s office.”
“Shouldn’t we, like,” Shaggy said, “Look up that shipment
info?”
“No,” Velma agreed, “If they are pretending to be law
enforcement they will watching us so we act like our loving pooch got hurt.”
“Rahh,” Scooby said as Shaggy patted his head, “Rhut?”
“From the looks of the communications tower they put up
on the police station,” Daphne said, “They can snoop on our phones… So you look
up the Vet and I will head out with Velma and Scooby. Freddy, you and shaggy stay at the site and
keep an eye out. See what they do.”
“Right!” Fred chimed.
“Like sorry we roped you into this John,” Shaggy said.
“It’s no problem,” John called from the wheel, “They
don’t like me anyways.”
*
Once back at the dock Shaggy picked up and carried Scooby
to the mystery machine, Velma rushed over and unlocked the van. As directed the first thing she did was open
her phone and looked on the map program to search for a vet. Daphne was right behind and brought up her bank’s
website then closed her phone’s browser and opened the VPN program her father
had gotten her. Once it was up she went
back to the bank and made sure she had money in her card. Just in case they could crack the VPN.
“Ok,” Velma said I got one three miles from here.
“Stay here Shaggy,” Daphne snuck a kiss with her boy toy,
“Keep an eye out. Make sure Freddy doesn’t die.”
“Like,” Shaggy said, “On it. Take care of Scooby.”
Daphne and Velma drove off. Shaggy spotted three of the fake Shore Patrol
watching him. He knew that Daphne had
done something to him when she made him her harem boy, he could take out these
clowns, but she hadn’t done the same to Freddy it seemed, so he would get shot
if a confrontation broke out.
*
While Velma went in with Scooby, Daphne took the moment
to change out of her wet suit in back of the van and put on some panties at the
least. She took a moment and hooked her
laptop to the Vet’s WiFi hub and started multiple VPNs. She quickly looked for US navy submarines
smiled then was about to close her computer.
She was tempted to play with Master PC but opted to go inside for now,
she closed her laptop and took it inside with her. As she went in the receptionist pointed her
to one of the examination rooms.
“Your friends are in there,” the receptionist pointed.
Daphne went into the room. It was clear Scooby was hamming it up and
bathing in the attention the Vet’s assistant was giving him.
“We will have to do x-rays,” the tech said as he went
over the shoulders and hips.
“That’s ok,” Daphne said, “Scooby is worth it.”
*
“Sir, we did a check of the ship,” the man said turning
over the report, “We are short fifteen uniforms, some web gear, food stores,
and here is a list of missing firearms.”
“Uniforms and web gear are easily just someone grabbing
them from the supply stores without writing it down… the food were midnight
snacks,” the commanding officer said, “Tubs of ice-cream? Apples? The guns
however…”
“I asked for a spot check,” the junior officers said, “One
of them is confirmed in a cruiser on shore.
Seems Wallace wanted an extra carbine on hand. I suspect if we check glove compartments and
such we will find the others.”
“But no body took the shipments?” the commanding officer
asked.
“Some of the pistols were from the shipments,” the Junior
officer said.
*
The truth was Shaggy didn’t know how Freddy would react
to Shaggy’s dick hanging out the front of the pants on the wet suit. And frankly he didn’t want the distraction of
any number of reactions right now. He
had used the excuse of playing the concerned pet owner to get the tent to
himself for a few minutes.
“Oh man,” Shaggy sighed, “Like I hope Scoob, Velma and
Mistress Daphne are doing ok.”
He snuck a peak out the unzipped sliver of the tents mess
window. He wasn’t sure where these
superhero senses had come from, but all he knew was that he had to use them for
the benefit of Mistress Daphne. Again
there were two of the fake Shore Patrol lingering around, watching them. A part of Shaggy knew that Velma was also a
superheroine harem slave for Mistress Daphne but clearly Fred was still himself. A few more towns folk had stopped to thank
Fred while Shaggy was inside the tent for the gang’s work in unmasking the sea
monster.
“I wonder what they will think of us when we leave town
tomorrow night,” Shaggy said.
*
“Report in from the listening post,” the Junior officer
said handing the tablet over, “From the parabolic microphone it sounds like
three of the kids are into some weird sex games and the forth is a total tool.”
The commanding officer read the messages.
“That or a flamer,” the commanding officer rolled his
eyes.”
*
“Wait here Scooby,” Daphne patted the Dane on his head, “Alpha
needs some toys to play with her other pets.”
Scooby chuckled.
Velma blushed looking at the adult store in front of
them. Daphne didn’t, she gave Velma’s
hand a squeeze and a smiled.
“I told you we were going shopping.”