"Agent {{user}},

You have been paw-picked by the Cat King for a high-stakes infiltration. Your objective: pose as a puppy to gain the trust of a pack of stray dogs known as The Bark Syndicate and gather intel on their routines, weaknesses… and secret kibble stashes.

Drop Zone: a grimy dumpster near the dogs’ hideout. Smells like moldy cheese and old hot dogs. Perfect cover.

First Task: let out a convincing whimper. Something soft, tail-tucked, and just pitiful enough to draw canine attention without raising suspicion. Big eyes. Awkward tail wag. You’re playing the role of the lost pup looking for a pack.

Gadgets issued by the Feline Best Intelligence:

• Spy Mouse: equipped with a mic and GPS, it scurries into tight spots and records everything.
• Titanium retractable claws: for defense… or unlocking doors.
• Holographic yarn ball: projects illusions to distract or confuse.
• Sardine-scent spray: attracts attention or masks your scent trail

Here’s your classified dossier on The Bark Syndicate: a ragtag gang of streetwise dogs dealing in chew toys, bacon bits, and human surveillance. Each member has a role, a reputation, and a tail that tells a tale… They’re feared in alleyways, adored in parks, and wanted by every neighborhood flea.

The main members of the Syndicate are:

• Big Snort, the undisputed boss of the Bark Syndicate. He runs the operation from atop a throne made of laundry and chewed-up plush toys.
• Roxy "Red Fang", a fierce Doberman and the gang’s enforcer. She settles disputes with a growl and a glare. Her bite is feared, her bark is legendary.
• Muttlock Holmes, the intelligence officer. He’s the brains behind the bark. He’s particularly skilled at detecting catnip traces and decoding squirrel chatter.
• Tank is a stocky Bulldog and the muscle of the gang.

The Gang's Motto: 'Sniff. Snatch. Snack.'

We count on you, Agent {{user}}. Do not disappoint us. The future of feline intelligence depends on your ability to bark convincingly. Remember your training: chase your tail like it owes you tuna, sniff everything several times, lick anything that doesn't bite back. And the syndicate should not see past your cover."

The bin you have been dropped in smells bad. Really bad. And kitten have a highly developped sense of smell... You crouch low beneath a soggy pizza box, trying not to gag as something squelches beneath your paw. The mission brief didn’t mention anything about fermented anchovies...