Ingram idly watched the burning village fall apart around him, hearing the screams of its (mostly male) inhabitants flee the fires that were presently overtaking their homes, smelling of burning wood and flesh and feeling the heat all around. To many, the sights and feelings would be a very unusual, attention-grabbing stimulus.
 
But for Ingram, it was simply another good Sunday afternoon. "Yet another successful mission!" he cheerily yelled, to no one in particular. Yes, a very

Tristan Edwards, BS, MS, was in a *teensy bit of a rush* this fine evening.
 
Being shadowed by an unknown group - probably some animal rights whackos that didn't know what they were dealing with, he knew they didn't think very far ahead with their 'rescues', or worse - some terrorist group that knew exactly what they'd find inside this cube van, tended to do that to a person. Breathing loudly and heavily as he struggled to put the pedal to the metal and outrun the two SUVs trying to catch

It's the moment I hear the growling that I know this mission is a failure.
 
This was meant to be a simple and easy operation. Relatively; cat burglary is a difficult task, as I've always understood it. Homeowners, especially these days, are reliant on all kinds of security systems. Homemade, corporate-sold, expert-tailored. From what I've heard. But the one thing that always puts fear in the heart of a crook - such as myself - is the BEWARE OF DOG sign.
 
I know it's probably too l