The Adventures of Col. Chester McWesterton Vol. 2 Part 1

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The continuing adventures of Col. Chester McWesterton. This is Vol.2 Part 1 which is a prequel to Vol.1

Submitted: December 01, 2018

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Submitted: December 01, 2018

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It was the summer of 1976 and Col. Chester McWesterton has been home from the jungles of Vietnam for several years now. Many don't know this but there was top secret cat units serving all over Nam as spies and scouts, mainly along the Ho Chi Minh trail. Partially haunted by his tour of duty and boredom because a lack of prospects back home, Chester spent his time wandering the country searching for purpose and peace. He made money doing private eye work. Solving problems for cats sad stories he overheard traveling town to town. 

Mick Westmoreland who at this time was a hippie and nothing like Chester, was out searching for someone with the skills to save his sister Charlotte and friends from a sticky situation. Mick heard many tough cats were laying low in New Orleans French Quarter. Upon entering the rear of an old hotel he recognized Chester from seeing film clips of the war on television. The Colonel was sitting alone in a low lit booth in the far corner. Mick smelled the catnip on him from halfway across the room. His long black and gray patched fur was matted and unkept. He was wearing a sweat stained jungle fatigue with the patches pulled off. Mick said, “Excuse me are you Col. Chester?” Chester let out a long low groan in response. Mick sat down anyway and briefly explained his problem. Chester sensed the desperation in his voice and perked up a bit asking for more details. Mick concerned maybe Chester wasn't up for the task asked, “Are you okay?” Chester noticed how clean and groomed Mick was. That glossy short black coat with bleach white paws. The Colonel knew this cat was as green as they come and after a pause said, “Lets get out of here, it sounds like time is an issue and we’re burning daylight.” Mick followed Chester outside as he staggered to the waters edge and dunked his head. “Ooooo yeah that’ll do it...alright Im good,” Chester said.
They went to the train yard and Chester asked, “Where we going?” Mick said, “St. Elmo, Colorado.” Chester looked at the trains, pointed and said, “That one.” An so they hopped up in a box car. “Its a long way to Colorado.” Chester said, “Lets hear the whole story.” 
Mick explained that St. Elmo is a ghost town that the humans abandoned decades prior. Wasn’t long until cats moved in and made it a stray paradise for any feline who wanted to get away. He said, “Think of it as our very own Vegas. Theres hotels, saloons, casinos, supper clubs, we got it all. Well, we had it all.” Chester asked, “Sounds amazing. Why haven't I heard about it? A place like that cant stay off the grapevine long.” Mick said, “Its invite only. An once you’re in, trust me you’ll keep it hush too. We cant risk any old cat flapping their gums about what we’ve got. Who knows who’ll overhear and come to take advantage. An thats exactly what happened.” Chester gave Mick a glare and said, “Dogs?” Mick nodded, “Dogs.” After a brief moment of silence Chester said, “It seems to me theres something deeper to this. Something valuable that keeps everyone there, keeps the money and fun flowing.” Mick pulled a shiny rock from his satchel and said, “The silver mine. The humans didn't know about it. We use the coin to keep the town a paradise and send money out to fund various enterprises.” “Like what?” Chester asked. “Details are above my pay grade but I know cats have been using dummy corporations to invest in human projects. Has to do with protecting them from the dogs dark agendas.” Mick continued telling Chester, “One night a pack of wild dogs muscled in and seized control of the mine and thus the town. They use intimidation and if need be violence to keep the cats in line. We slave the mines and they take the profits. They loot the town as if it was their own candy dish.” Chester asked, “Surely you outnumber the dogs cant you fight back?” Mick put his head down and said, “We don't know how, I don't know how.” Chester put his paw on Mick’s shoulder and said, “You’re a cat so act like it. You’re stronger than you know. Wheres your pride? Better to die on your feet than serve dogs on your knees. Now this pack, who leads them?” A look of fear came across Mick’s face. “A wild eyed loon, Moose Carpenter,” he said. “She’s unpredictable, selfish and extremely greedy.” Chester said, “I’ve dealt with her kind before. When we get to town I’ll need some time to get a feel for their day to day routine and speak to a few cats. I’ll need to muster up volunteers to retake whats yours.” “My sister, Charlotte, she operates the hotel and will know whats what,” said Mick. 
After a few days of train hopping and sleeping from boredom they finally made it to their last stop. Chester was excited to be back in action and making a difference again. From spending time alone with Mick, the young hippie started to grow on him. Chester saw potential in the cat, something that he could develop. Mick’s own thoughts were full of an eagerness to learn and prove himself.
When they were at the towns edge Chester said, “We’ll wait for nightfall.” Mick explained, “The dogs put out a curfew after dark so the streets will be quiet.” “Any patrols?” Chester asked. “A few but most of the dogs are full from beef jerky and asleep,” said Mick. When the time came Mick followed Chester down into the valley from behind the town. They went through an alley and into the hotels side entrance. Mick put Chester in the kitchens dry storage room and said, “Sit tight I’ll get Charlotte and tell her to meet you.” Chester sat on a bag of dry food and started snacking on a cup of fish treats. He thought, “Put it on the, ‘Im your hero’ tab.” 
Mick went up to Charlottes office and told her he found the leader they needed but before she could respond they heard a ruckus coming from down in the lobby bar. Turns out two dogs cornered a cat up against the bar for refusing to serve their table more free drinks. The cat immediately regretted getting lippy with them and begged for mercy. Chester had overheard the ruckus as well. He left the storage room and quickly yet stealthily slipped behind the bar. The dog said, “We’re going to teach you some manners heh heh heh.” Chester popped his head up splashing a glass of tuna water in the face of the dog to his right. He jumped over the bar counter spinning in the air, slashing the other dogs nose. It ran away instantly, whimpering loudly. Chester spun to engage the dog he threw the drink on but that dog stunned by the unexpected resistance had backed up. Wet and wanting to keep his nose in one piece he made his way to the exit never turning his back on Chester. In a loud voice he declared, “You’ll pay for this! We’ll be back!” The cat in awe thanked Chester and ran back into the kitchen. Mick now by Chesters side said, “They’ll tell Moose, she’ll be here by morning. By revealing yourself now and running off her guards, it forces her paw.” Chester said, “I know. Its not how I wanted to play this but never sit idly by and allow injustice. Adapt to your ever changing circumstances, stay bold, think fast and find a way to win.” It was then Chester noticed Charlotte watching from atop the stairs. Her fur coat shined bright white and silver in the chandeliers light. She was arguably the most beautiful cat the Colonel has ever seen. “Mee-oow,” Chester said aloud with a hint of funk in his tone. “Dude,” Mick said, “thats my sister. You really are a dirty old cat aren't you?” Charlotte gracefully made her way down the stairs to the lobby and said, “You’re Colonel Chester McWesterton. Your reputation precedes you. You have my thanks for coming to our aid.” 
 
...Continued in Part 2...coming soon-ish


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