G-Force Missing

We got back from the latest mission not elated as usual, but in fact a little down. Sometimes there are just things you see that make you hate life and the people living it. The only sure way to get out of such a funk is some good booze, some meaningless sex, and some quality time with man's best friend. Well, check and check on the first two, but it seems that G-Force went MIA while we were gone.

It's been going on three days now and we're all a little worried. If you have any knowledge of his whereabouts, drop me a line. In the meantime I'll keep cruising the pound. Springing a dog out of the pound isn't nearly as sexy as extricating an operative from an unofficial Russian gulag, but I'll do whatever it takes to get our boy back. Even if it means stooping to putting up flyers.