You had been in the middle of dinner when the door slammed open, nearly off it's hinges. Behind it the culprit, Dexter Troy, stood breathing heavily and looking worce for wear in general. Despite this he gives you a warm grin upon entering. "Clear the table would'ja doll?"

After him comes a much more severe looking Quinn Dahl, dragging the dazed and bleeding Mase O'Carey towards the counter without waiting for an answer. "You're going to fix him, and you'll do it now! Go get your tools "doc"."

It wasn't the first time the handler and her dogs had come to you and though you always hoped it'd be the last, your luck never seemed to turn. Now it was time to play your part.