Mad Dog

There is significant violence in this story so if that's not your thing you may want to pass on this tale.

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Arnold VanVleet was a gentle soul as a child. However, two things happened between his eighth and ninth birthdays to change that forever. His father was murdered, and a few months after that two boys three years older than he was beat him severely just for the "fun" of it, landing him in the hospital for three days, an expense that his widowed mother could ill afford. It was only the devotion of his mother and older sister that got him through the ordeal, and then an unexpected encounter with the owner of a dojo gave him a different outlook on life.

From the time that he was nine until he was nineteen he spent all of his free time taking martial arts courses, or working out to increase his strength, stamina, and quickness for practicing martial arts. He never participated in soccer, basketball, chess club, or any other activities that a normal child in a suburban environment would -- instead he had devotion to his studies, his mother and sister, and becoming an instrument of justice.

By the time that Arnold was fifteen he was six feet one inch tall, about 185 pounds, of flexible titanium. It was then that he visited his first lesson on justice -- to the now eighteen year old thugs who had beaten him when he was eight years old. He confronted the thugs -- now both about his size -- in a park at dusk on a cool May night. The thugs were there to smoke weed and shoot some hoops -- Arnold was there to administer justice.

"Heh, do you two stupid ugly assholes remember me?" Arnold challenged as he approached the miscreants from the shadows while they were shooting a basketball at the park's court.

"Who are you calling an asshole, dip shit?" one of the miscreants toughly responded.

"I'll answer my question for you, assholes. You sent me to the hospital when I was eight and you were eleven. I've come to return the favor."

Arnold wanted the thugs to make the first move so he baited them some more until finally one took a swing at him. Two minutes later the thugs were unrecognizable since their faces were piles of goo as they lay unconscious on the hardcourt. Arnold calmly walked away.

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Despite the fact that Arnold was a fighting machine at least since he was fourteen years old he was kind and considerate to all normal humans, especially women. Although no one would say that he had movie star looks, because of his demeanor and the fact that he was a good listener essentially every female that he came into extended contact with loved him, even if not romantically.

It also quickly became known that no male could ever mistreat a female in his presence or if he became knowledgeable about it. This first became widely known when Arnold was sixteen and he personally witnessed Jim Allison, the biggest kid in the High School Arnold attended, and a tackle on the football team, slap his "girlfriend" just outside the front entrance of the school.

Arnold approached Allison and said "Only dickless wimps and cowards hit women, Allison -- so which one are you, a dickless wimp or a dickless coward?"

"I'll show you who's dickless," Allison yelled as he charged Arnold.

Arnold's first kick was to Allison's left knee, causing him to grunt and stumble. Arnold's next kick was to the side of Allison's head. That was it; "fight" over; Allison an unconscious drooling blob laying on the pavement.

Then Arnold walked up to the slapped "girlfriend." "Are you all right?" he asked inspecting the large red welt on her left cheek.

"Yes -- thank you," the bewildered girl replied, moving her eyes between Arnold's concerned face and the insert body on the pavement.

"If you're OK, maybe you could make a call to get the paramedics to take Allison to the hospital. I have someplace to be and don't have a cell phone. Would you mind?" Arnold said/asked.

"No I don't mind -- I'll call now."

Arnold turned and saw three of Allison's teammates clustered around him with confused expressions on their faces. Arnold spoke to them in a non-confrontational voice. "When Allison gets out of the hospital be sure to tell him that no male hits any female in this school without answering to me."

The guys he addressed simply nodded their heads.

Allison was on the injured list for the rest of the football season; until Arnold graduated High School there were no more reports of males hitting females.

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By the time that he was nineteen Arnold was six feet four inches tall and 230 pounds, still of flexible titanium. By taking a heavy course load and going two summers Arnold already had an associate's degree in criminology from the local community college. Then, despite his mother's apprehension, he enlisted in the Navy with the promise by his recruiter that he could become a Navy cop -- a member of the Shore Patrol, aka Master at Arms.

Basic training was much less strenuous for Arnold than his normal workout regime, and he was both the physical and academic star of his class. That gave him the right to pick what branch of the Navy he wanted to serve in, so he achieved his goal of becoming a "Master at Arms." In the nine week Master at Arms course Arnold was again the physical and academic star -- in fact after a week he was designated as the instructor for the self-defense courses taught to recruits since having him take self-defense courses would have been a joke as he quickly established the very first day of that training when he dispatched (without significantly hurting them) every single other recruit first singly, then in pairs, then in trios.

Arnold's first post was a prestigious and important one -- San Diego. He was assigned a senior female partner, 28 year old Master Chief Petty Officer Alicia Connor. They immediately hit it off both professionally and personally; for Arnold it was love at first sight.

Alicia was about five feet eleven inches tall, 150 pounds, and in a feminine way always as much of a hard body as Arnold was. They seemed to have an almost instinctive way of knowing what the other person was doing and wanted from their first day on the job. By the first weekend, despite the fact that it was frowned upon by their superiors, they were fucking up a storm.

While Arnold had had sexual relationships before Alicia, they were tame in comparison. Alicia, though not actually a beautiful woman, was pretty and to Arnold the epitome of sexy. Anything that Arnold did not instinctively know about pleasing a woman Alicia taught him. It was a rare day when they didn't fuck or make love, and after only three weeks of knowing each other got an apartment together which allowed the freedom to easily fulfill their sexual needs.

Alicia and Arnold also became the most effective Shore Patrol team in the history of San Diego. They were able to diffuse (mostly using Alicia's expertise), or terminate (mostly using Arnold's expertise), every problem or fight involving Navy personnel, even if it included civilians.

It was after Arnold had been on the job for only three months that he became legendary because of two incidents about a week apart.

In the first incident, four SEALs got drunk and abused a prostitute named Destiny. While Destiny declined to press charges, Arnold and Alicia could have reported them to the base commander and their leave could have been revoked. Arnold talked Alicia out of it. "I have a plan -- they deserve retribution and Destiny deserves justice," he told her. "Trust me -- let's both take the night off, you do something you want to do that doesn't include me, and I'll get retribution and justice."

Alicia was apprehensive, but agreed.

The next night, off duty, Arnold asked Destiny to be sure to be at the same bar where the SEALS had abused her. As expected, the four SEALS returned, got a table, and ordered beers. As they were sitting, drinking, talking loudly, and harassing waitresses, Arnold went up to their table and "bumped" into it, knocking their beers over.

"Hey asshole, watch what the fuck you're doing," the alpha of the group snarled.

"Or what, pussy?" Arnold retorted. "You going to slap me around like you did a woman last night -- you must really be a big tough guy to abuse a woman."

The first sitting SEAL swung an elbow at Arnold's crotch. Arnold grabbed the elbow during mid-flight and pulled it in the direction it was already going spilling the guy on the floor. Once he was prone Arnold stomped his head.

The second SEAL jumped to his feet and was quickly rendered unconscious by an elbow from Arnold to the side of his head. The third was out with one kick to the side of his head and the fourth, the alpha, Arnold played with. After deflecting three swings from the alpha SEAL Arnold baited him into a kick. When he did kick with his right leg, Arnold grabbed his foot and held it up while the SEAL tried as hard as he could to keep his balance on his left leg. Then Arnold called Destiny over.

"Destiny, could you please come over here and tell this dipshit that it's not right to abuse a woman."

Destiny went over to the incapacitated guy and slapped him twice on the face. When the guy tried to hit her Arnold stepped on the SEALs left foot, pressed his right foot upwardly, and tore soft tissue in his crotch, the guy emitting a scream that shook the entire room.

Once the alpha SEAL was disabled Arnold let him drop to the floor. Destiny gave Arnold a big hug, and the entire crowd parted as he went over to the startled bar owner standing behind the bar. "Mr. Summers, I'm afraid that two pieces of your furniture were destroyed. Would $100 be an acceptable payment to replace them?"

The startled Summers merely nodded his head. Arnold handled him a $100 bill and said "Sorry for the disruption; you have my permission to make it clear to all of your customers that anyone harming a woman will answer to me."

Arnold then casually strolled out of the bar, again patrons parting like the Red Sea for Moses as he moved toward the door.

The second incident occurred less than a week later. As Alicia and Arnold were breaking up a fight between a Navy E-2 and a civilian, each of whom weighed about 250 pounds, a swing from one of them caught Alicia on her helmet. While it didn't do much damage it enraged Arnold. Within thirty seconds both of the fighters were unconscious and Arnold was still savagely kicking them. Only because Alicia had regained her wits and grabbed Arnold while making sure that he knew that it was her did he stop.

A large crowd had formed to view the incident. They were dead silent as Alicia calmed Arnold down, and then as the paramedics came and took both unconscious guys to the hospital.

After that incident, Arnold got the nick name "Mad Dog."

As any male who has ever met someone with the nickname "Mad Dog" knows, you do not ever, ever, ever, fuck with a guy with that nickname. No one gets that nickname without earning it.

The two block strip of bars, nightclubs, and unofficial cat houses, that the Shore Patrol normally patrolled became the best behaved that it ever was after that night. All any bar owner or employee had to do if there was a confrontation was to threaten to call Mad Dog. The strip patrons only needed a refresher about once every six weeks to maintain control, when Mad Dog would give his gun and night stick to Alicia and then wade into a disturbance and render the miscreants comatose.

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The tranquility of the San Diego Strip might have remained until the enlistments of Alicia and Arnold were up and they got married and lived happily ever after with their 2.5 children and family dog; but that was not to be. About sixteen months after Alicia and Arnold had been working together, and when they were secretly engaged to be married, as they were dealing with a minor kerfuffle at the bar that Summers owned a drunk civilian, not even near Alicia and Arnold, pulled a gun and fired wildly.

A bullet hit Alicia in the neck and she collapsed to the floor. Arnold charged the guy who continued to fire wildly, another bullet hitting Arnold in the shoulder, but there was nothing that could have stopped him except for a 50 caliber to the brain. He disarmed the civilian and then literally beat him to death. No one was brave enough to try to stop him as he beat the guy fiercely enough to kill him a dozen times over.

Finally Mad Dog snapped out of it, went over to Alicia and held her in his arms as she died, mouthing "I love you," as she expired.

The Navy wanted to charge Arnold with manslaughter for beating the civilian to death, especially given the state of his dead body. Summers, and all of the employees of the bar were willing to testify to anything -- whether true or false -- to get Arnold off and had consulted a criminal defense attorney who Summers paid to give them advice and to get their stories straight. However, after the death of the love of his life Arnold had no stomach for the Navy anymore and his Legalman negotiated a deal where Arnold would get a general discharge and there would be no prosecution.

After his discharge Arnold moved around the country aimlessly for about six months. His aimless wandering finally culminated in an incident in Pueblo, Colorado where he intervened in a situation where an extorted businessman caused Arnold to develop a focus for the future.

Arnold was in a bar talking to the owner -- who he had had contact with half a dozen times and liked -- when three big guys came in, ignored Arnold, grabbed the bar owner by the collar and said "We need to talk."

The bar owner looked scared; Arnold was pissed. He grabbed the guy holding the bar owner by the hair and pulled him down to the ground. One of the other three pulled a gun. Arnold took it away from him breaking his thumb in the process then head-butted him unconscious. He stomped on the head of the guy on the floor and as the third guy approached him hit him in the throat three times in quick succession.

Arnold was sure that the third guy was dead, so he decided to leave. The bar owner said "Thanks -- people could use a guy like you to take care of their problems."

Arnold suddenly got focus; he set up a business he called Mad Dog Enterprises LLC. He advertised on the dark web services to get clients out of strong arm situations. His business was immediately successful.

By the time that he was 31 years old, Mad Dog Enterprises had an established reputation for always getting results without exposing the client to legal liability. Arnold was able to avoid charges by quietly disposing of his victims and skillfully covering his tracks. He was arrested three times but the cases never stuck because there was never any credible evidence.

Arnold's profession was rewarding; however at 31 he had never established a long term loving relationship with a woman again, never having gotten over the loss of Alicia.

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The email came from a guy in North Carolina by the name of Samuel Phillips. Arnold had one of the two skip tracers (Mary and Jason Burke, a married couple) working for him gather all of the relevant information about prospective client Phillips. It turned out that Phillips was worth well north of $200,000,000 but had recently had some setbacks in his business. According to Phillips a group of gangsters were horning in on his business and had already killed -- although he couldn't prove it -- two of his bodyguards, and he had only two left because no one else would work with him.

After all the necessary information was gathered and Mad Dog Enterprises had received an electronic one million dollar advance, with two million more to be paid upon successful completion, Arnold and the Burke couple flew on a private plane, with all of the communications gear that the Burkes needed and the weapons Arnold might need, to Charlotte.

When Arnold got to the Phillips home Samuel wasn't there -- which pissed Arnold off since he was always punctual. A maid answered the door and brought him into a library where he met Carolyn Phillips, Samuel's wife.

Arnold got the most intense first impression reaction that he had every gotten -- except for the one with Alicia. Carolyn was about as different physically from Alicia as was possible for a sexy woman. While Alicia was five feet eleven inches tall and a hard body, Carolyn was likely five foot three inches tall if in her stocking feet (and not the three inch heels that she had on) and had a voluptuous body. Alicia had a pretty face -- Carolyn's was beautiful. Alicia had a strong handshake, Carolyn a soft (though firm) one. Alicia had long blond hair, Carolyn was a brunette, with short hair. What they had in common was intense green eyes that were like laser beams, and the illusive "it" factor.

After his initial intense reaction to Carolyn it took Arnold about ten seconds to regain his composure. Then he asked "Where's Samuel -- he was supposed to meet me here at 2:00 p. m., and that's what it is now."

"He just called and said that he'd be a little late -- but he has all of the information you asked for. Would you like a cup of coffee or a drink?"

"I don't drink alcohol but I would like something cold and soft -- and a tour of the house since that may be crucial in the future," Arnold replied.

"Whatever do you mean by that?" Carolyn asked.

"Samuel hasn't told you why I'm here?"

"No; he just said that you're some sort of financial consultant, about stocks and bonds and other securities."

"Not true," Arnold replied, miffed that Samuel was keeping things from his wife because everyone would have to be completely up to date about everything. "I'm a security consultant, not a consultant about financial securities. I'll have your husband explain things later. In the meantime would a cold drink and tour be possible?"

"Sure," Carolyn smiled, and said "follow me."

Following Carolyn was a very pleasant task. She had a tight slightly oversized ass that wiggled when she walked, and killer thighs; very pleasant indeed.

The house and grounds were big; it took an hour and Samuel had not yet arrived. The only reason that Arnold had not gone ballistic at Samuel's tardiness was because he was really enjoying his discussions with, and looking at, Carolyn, dressed in tight denim shorts, a loose blouse, and three inch casual heels, as they both sipped lemonade.

Fortunately, Samuel arrived less than three minutes after the tour was concluded. Arnold shook his hand and that of his two remaining bodyguards who looked inexperienced to Arnold. After quick chit-chat Arnold said "Mr. Phillips things must work with precision during my stay. Sometimes timing will be critical. You can't show up at 3:08 when we're supposed to meet at 2:00. Someone could die in the meantime."

Apparently Phillips wasn't used to being dressed down and was about to "put this guy in his place" when the look on Arnold's face told him "Not a good idea; after all he is Mad Dog." Instead Phillips asked "Where's your team?"

"My only team are two communications experts who you will not be introduced to; I handle everything myself."

"But the information I've collected, at great expense I might add, says that there may be as many as thirty men in the gang of extortionists, and they're primarily Russian," Phillips skeptically answered.

"If they are primarily Russian that is both bad and good. It's bad because they're usually ruthless and because some of their conversations will be a little hard for my team to quickly translate; but it's good because they're usually impetuous and overly confident and the average person won't trust them. In general it's an advantage, "Arnold countered.

Just then Carolyn walked into the room. "Hi Samuel -- I understand that Mr. Van Vleet is a security expert, not a financial expert. Why is he here?"