Preface: I was reading Mike Hossler’s new story, Shifting Alliances, when I thought this up. In Mike’s story, Dawn is supposed to be let off in Cancun, Mexico for some much needed R & R. This is all during a test flight mission, of which Dervish is in charge. (YEAH!!! Whoo hoo!!! ~pumps elbow~) Apparently in the story, the rest of the Rovers (back at RRMC and around the globe) are arrested during the time the mission is going on, and Derv & Co. are all that’s left. That’s the way I understand the story, anyway. Now, I don’t know for sure if any of this comes to be, seeing as though the story hasn’t gotten to this point. But, my overactive imagination took control of me, and I just had to write this down. So, ~ahem~ Without further ado, here goes!

P.S: I’m gonna try and write this in script format…I don’t have much practice with it, so bear with me. J

Exterior: Sunny Cancun Beach

This is a beautiful beach in Cancun, Mexico. The water is clear and blue, the sun shines without a cloud to block it. All in all, it’s a gorgeous scene. Lying on the beach is the gorgeous Dawn, a Golden Retriever member of the super-team, the Road Rovers. Dawn currently is wearing normal beach attire: a green two-piece bathing suit. She seems to be content with basking in the sun’s rays. In fact, she’s so content she has fallen asleep on her beach chair.

Because of her unconsciousness, Dawn doesn’t hear the high-pitched whine of the Jet Rover’s landing engines as they activate about one hundred feet away, or the fearful yelling and screaming of nearby beach-goers at the startling scene.

Soon after landing, the Jet Rover’s side door pops open, and a cano-sapien jumps out, landing deftly on the sandy beach. The figure immediately begins to dash towards Dawn, who is still asleep. As he gets closer, we can see that the cano-sapien is Dervish, the impromptu leader of the test mission. Dervish is a 5’8" tall Shetland Sheepdog with a flowing white mane of hair. He is currently wearing black jeans, combat boots, a black tank-top with a flaming ‘DV’ emblazoned on it, and his special reflective orange wrap-around sunglasses. Soon he reaches the reclining Golden Retriever.

Dervish: (slight Canadian accent, out of breath)

Dawn…Dawn! Come on…get…up!

Seeing that she is not responding, he quickly grabs a glass of ice-filled Pepsi sitting next to Dawn, and carefully places it square on her nose. The shocking cold immediately jolts Dawn into consciousness. She sits bolt upright, letting out a little shriek, then covers her eyes in pain, as they are not yet accustomed to the light.

Dawn: (American accent. Groggy, in pain)

Ugh…Who’s there? I swear, I don’t want another drink…And who the heck has their brights pointing at me?!

Dervish: (Amused)

Dawn, calm down! I’m not here to sell you a drink. I’m here to get you out of here!

Dervish quickly notices that she still has no idea who he is, and can’t see anything due to the bright sun. He pulls off his sunglasses and swiftly places them on Dawn’s muzzle, so she will be able to see him more quickly.

Dervish: (blunt)

That better?

Dawn: (relieved)

Much. Thanks…Dervish? Dervy, what are you doing here? I didn’t sleep through my vacation, did I? And hey! No friendly, "Good to see you, Dawn!" from you?

Dervish: (hurrying)

Dawn, under normal circumstances, you would have NO idea how happy I’d be to come across you lying half-naked on a beach in Mexico, alright? But quite unfortunately, these are not normal circumstances, and I don’t have the time at the moment to sit back and enjoy the view. We’ve got to get out of here!

Dawn: (concerned)

Dervy, what’s going on? Wha—why—who—

Dervish: (blunt)

Dawn, look: We don’t have time to talk about it right now. All you need to know is that over that hill over there is a squadron of Mexican police officers running towards us, complete with arrest warrants, extradition papers, not-so-nice weapons, and a real big chip on their shoulders towards Americans, ever since the Taco Bell commercials and that Chihuahua. OK?

Dawn: (confused)

Uh…OK I guess, leader-man. Umm…Do you mind if I put some clothes on before we get back on the plane?

Dervish: (very blunt)

Yes.

Dawn just pauses and looks at Dervish with an odd look. The Sheltie quickly gins, grabs her arm, and starts running back towards the Jet Rover.

Dervish: (quite rightly happy)

No time to get your stuff, Dawny! We’ve gotta jet!