Mad Dog Vs. Frat Boy

Mad Dog is out of hand and this morning, the day before I go on leave, I was going to request that I be pulled from Det Cuba to go to Kuwait with the main body. Well… maybe I was going to do that. At least I was seriously thinking about doing that. I even took the time to imagine how I would look in desert camis and had little fantasies about wearing the tan suede boots that don’t need to be polished. But now I don’t have to make the request. Our Officer In Charge (OIC), the five-foot tall Indonesian accent with frosted pink lips, has been replaced with a six-foot-three 240-pounds-of-muscle frat boy who drank his way through engineering school. He’s a natural leader with strength and charisma. Mad Dog has met his match.