The officers exchanged uncertain glances, their grip on reality shaken. It was inconceivable for a K9, trained meticulously to follow commands without question, to defy its handler with such conviction. Yet here stood Delta, resolute in his choice, challenging their perceptions and authority.
Valeria felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine as she recalibrated her understanding of the situation. Delta’s unwavering loyalty to Ernesto suggested a history that the officers were blind to. She lowered her weapon, sensing that the solution didn’t lie in force but in understanding. The fog seemed to thicken, echoing the obscurity of the situation.
“Mr. Salgado,” Valeria began, her tone softer now, “can you tell us anything about your connection to Delta?”
