Why Budapest? He was a famous Siberian Husky, Exile fumed to himself, and a powerful one. Budapest was an awful city where Exile had been given an awful job as a watch dog for a defense contracting firm for the United States. The language was gibberish to Exile, who realized almost immediately that Hungarian wasn't a slavic language, almost any of which Exile could understand and draw a basic meaning from. The people in his firm, mercifully, spoke in English to one another.
Exile had been briefed by the Master about hissudden relocation from his pastoral home in Siberia before he had been shipped here to Budapest: apparently, some moron in the Department of Justice in America had forgotten to redact his name in a classified memorandum that had somehow, probably through leaking, managed to get into the hands of the American press. And the location of his home had been leaked as well.
Exile supposed that things could have been worse. He could have been shipped to Somalia or some other third-world nation. The people of Budapest were a friendly and generous lot, especially with food, Exile noticed. Exile chuckled, he wished he could have a taste of the local cuisine. And with that happy thought, Exile noticed the cleaning lady who was frequenlty the joy of his day, Ana. She was a stout, almost motherly figure in appearance and demeanor. She would fuss over Exile in a way that he sincerely missed. Although she never seemed to leave, Exile knew that at some point she must.
Exile deduced this from a small, square package Ana held in her arms. But as Ana approached, Exile realized that Ana's package was larger than he anticipated. And the package smelled deeply of the greasy, calorie-heavy food that had made stomach of the security guard who sat at the front desk with Alex form a generous fold when the man sat.
Officer Viktor Ferfi was a short, pale, dirty-blond-haired man with greasy skin and an ever-sweaty body. Although his stench repelled Exile, the food that the man kept on himself was enough to draw Exile back. The man was also nice enough; and even though he wasn't technically allowed to do so, he kept a bag of dog food and a bowl behind the desk where he sat and let Exile eat whenever and whatever he wanted, including some of the man's food.
Ana had now strolled up to Viktor for some reason and had given him the box, with a chocolate cake inside. Viktor seemed delighted, but said that he was full still from lunch. Exile sensed that the two loved each other, given the amount of gifts the two exchanged between themselves. Exile quickly got bored by the duo's sentimental coversations and went back to eating his food quietly.
After he had finished his food and Ana had left, Viktor refilled Exile's bowl and went back to work, occassionally eating a bite or two of his piece of cake before it was time for him to leave. Exile finished his bowl of food just before the time Viktor usually left. So after Viktor had refilled his bowl, Exile contentedly wagged. But Viktor, asde from the usual pat on the head before he left, cut Exile a very liberal slice of cake and fed the dog a quarter of the cake. When Exile devoured the piece, Viktor smiled, whispered about Exile's healthy appetite, cut Exile another small piece, and left.
Within minutes, however, Exile seemed woozy before he lay down and fell asleep. And when he awoke…
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