Intern’s Log: Nemo, the Silent Wall of Doom

  Date: Redacted

  Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (I have finally met the scariest Good Boy. And he doesn’t even talk.)

  So, after barely surviving Chips' quiet power plays, Stubby’s love of controlled chaos, and Lucca’s terrifying refusal to let anyone die, I decided to check out one of the quieter Good Boys.

  You know.

  For sanity reasons.

  Which is how I ended up standing in front of Nemo.

  And now?

  Now I wish I had picked literally anyone else.

  Phase One: Nemo is Big. Really, Really Big.

  When I first read his file, I saw:

  ? Breed: German Shepherd

  ? Primary Role: Heavy Weapons & Defense

  ? Height: 6’10”

  ? Weight: 350 lbs (muscle-dense)

  And I thought, Okay. Big guy. Strong. Probably the “gentle giant” type.

  I was wrong.

  Because when I finally saw him in person, I realized something.

  Nemo isn’t just big.

  He is a wall.

  Like, physically, emotionally, and metaphorically.

  ? Towering, built like a tank, broad shoulders, muscles that don’t make sense.

  ? Expression unreadable, eyes dark and sharp.

  ? Moves with slow, deliberate weight, like he’s always considering the best way to break through a concrete bunker.

  ? Silent. Absolutely, terrifyingly silent.

  And he just stood there, staring at me.

  Saying nothing.

  Oh no.

  Phase Two: The First and Only Conversation I Had with Nemo

  Since I am a professional idiot, I tried to break the silence.

  "Uh. Hey. You’re Nemo, right?"

  No response.

  I swallowed.

  "I’m Reynolds. New here."

  He tilted his head slightly, like he was acknowledging me.

  Still silent.

  "So, uh. What do you do around here?"

  Nothing.

  Just staring.

  I started sweating.

  "Right. You do… weapons? Defense?"

  A slow nod.

  Nothing else.

  Jesus Christ, man.

  Phase Three: I Witness Nemo in Action

  A few days later, I got roped into watching another training session.

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  This time?

  Heavy combat drills.

  Nemo was paired against three other Good Boys for a sparring match.

  Now, logically, that should be a fair fight.

  Three highly trained, genetically enhanced dog-soldiers versus one guy, even if he is huge.

  Right?

  Wrong.

  Because the moment the match started, Nemo didn’t fight like a soldier.

  He fought like a tank.

  Phase Four: I Have Never Seen a Man Used as a Blunt Weapon Before

  The first opponent lunged.

  Nemo grabbed him mid-air and THREW HIM into another guy like a wrecking ball.

  The third guy rushed in for a leg sweep.

  Nemo didn’t even flinch.

  He just took the hit, stayed standing, and then picked the poor bastard up and SLAMMED HIM into the ground like a sandbag.

  It was not a fight.

  It was physics, applied mercilessly.

  And the worst part?

  He never once changed his expression.

  He was calm, controlled, and utterly, terrifyingly unstoppable.

  Phase Five: The Unsettling Realization

  After the match, I made the mistake of asking Lucca about him.

  "So… Nemo. Does he ever talk?"

  Lucca chuckled.

  "Not really. He’s always been like that. Even in early training."

  "Is he just… shy?"

  Lucca gave me a knowing look.

  "Reynolds. He doesn’t talk because he doesn’t have to."

  I blinked.

  "What?"

  She gestured toward the training field, where Nemo was calmly lifting one of the guys he had just thrown like he weighed nothing.

  "You’ve met Chips, right? The guy who plans ten steps ahead? Nemo’s just as smart, but he doesn’t bother with words. He acts."

  Oh. Oh no.

  Phase Six: Nemo is the Last Person You Want to Make Angry

  ? Chips is calculating.

  ? Stubby is a gremlin.

  ? Lucca is a combat medic who refuses to let you stop fighting.

  ? But Nemo?

  Nemo is inevitable.

  If Chips is the chess master, then Nemo is the checkmate.

  He doesn’t plot, manipulate, or scheme.

  He just waits.

  He watches.

  And when the time comes?

  He moves.

  And God help you if you’re in his way.

  Final Thoughts (I Am Staying on Nemo’s Good Side Forever)

  ? Nemo doesn’t talk.

  ? Nemo doesn’t need to talk.

  ? Nemo is a wrecking ball disguised as a soldier.

  ? If Nemo decides you are an obstacle, you are already lost.

  ? I am going to be very, very nice to Nemo.

  I don’t know what this project is really trying to create.

  But I do know this.

  If you ever hear Nemo coming?

  It’s already too late.

  End Log.