Meet Agent Tibido, the FBI's best guarded secret. He's a dog on a mission.
"A dog's nose is something for us to wonder at. It is perfectly remarkable and reminds us that there is a world out there that we can never know. At least not as human beings."
–Roger Caras, president emeritus of the ASPCA, wildlife photographer, and author
Agent Tibido, the youngest in an elite K-9 squad, can track a scent for hundreds of miles.
They searched for answers. What was needed most, after all, was a smart little dog with lots of drive and a cold, wet nose. So began "The Ollie Project."
Who let the cat in?
Ozzy Nobetir is a fugitive wanted on multiple continents for various crimes that include grand-scale corruption, illegal high-stakes gambling, and contract killing.
What does he look like? He might be that nondescript guy blending into the crowd, a chatty barber with endless stories about his mother-in-law, a N.Y. traffic cop at the intersection of Madison and Broadway, a calm mystic teaching the art of intuitive painting, a plump plumber, a thin, full-bearded rabbi, a fast-food flapjacker, a whistling Italian pastry chef, or a vacationing college professor, expounding on his theory of habit formation to an attentive poolside audience.
He is as talented as he is deceitful. He fools everyone. He cannot be caught, or so it seems.
After a major meltdown, Tibido goes AWOL and hooks up with a cagey French cat named Tyler. Together, they explore the backstreets of L.A. and the nearby soupy Ballona wetlands. A great friendship develops.
During his break from a strict military regimen, Tibido picks up some savvy tactics and survival strategies that give him the confidence to return to the home front as a high-functioning member of the team. But not without Tyler, who, after careful consideration, becomes the first cat to be inducted by the FBI into the all-dog unit.
A notorious mobster named Ozzie Nobetir under the guise of a Russian count has hijacked an American jet. He's also threatened the life of the Formula One world racing champ, He wants the reigning champ to quit the Hungarian Grand Prix so he can pocket millions in a private bet favoring another driver.
Nobetir, who is wanted in a half-dozen countries on multiple counts, from Arctic fox poaching to contract murder, has proven himself a cunning adversary. He's slippery and a master in the art of masquerade, often hiding in plain sight. No one can catch him, it seems, before he slithers away into the shadows,
"We'll get him this time," vows Agent Roger Smartt. "But we'll need the best!"
That would be Agent Tibido.