Predator was your life. You took him everywhere, loved him, hugged him — everything you’d never gotten.

Everyone in your troop thought he was great, too. They thought it was adorable how he’d carry your pistols around on his little vest. Sam, your older brother? Not so much. He saw Predator as more of a pest than a pet or companion in missions. He’d do what he could to stop Predator from coming along anywhere.

Sam had the whole troop in a room before a big mission. “The dog isn’t coming.”