A/N: I know I said I wouldn't make another one but... eh, what the hell - people seemed to want another one.
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"I'm scanning it now."
"Yah? Well hurry up, we don't have all day you know."
"Keep your gear on and your panties untwisted. I'm working on it."
Bryan grinned at the low growl behind him.
"I know, how dare he every talk about your undergarments. Especially over the radio."
"Bite me."
"Alright guys, you're looking at thirty warm bodies. Most in the main room, a few scattered in smaller areas. I'm only reading about six weapons; though I think two of them are false readings. Watch yourselves."
"Anything else we need to know?"
"Yah, I'm reading a signal... looks like James is in there. Main room."
"What? What's he doing in there?"
"I guessing he really likes to party? Mei, you in position."
"Yah, I can see everyone from up here. Just say the word chief. We'll toss and repel."
"I swear, when I get my hands on him..."
"Not now, Fox. We'll deal with him later." Brea cut him off, threading her rope around the steel beam. She repelled a foot down onto the wall, snagging her rope and un-holstering her pistol, she took aim at the power serge box across the way, aiming right for the yellow and black lightning bolt.
The party continued on below as the must pumped and the people danced. Word had filtered from the street that the rave would be happening tonight. The better news was that a major drug dealer would be attending. The unforeseen event was that Fox's son was at the rave, instead of at a friend's house like he had told his parents.
"Goggles ready, guys?"
"Active and working." Mei called back.
"Same here, whenever you're ready." Jackie acknowledged.
"All set." Replied a third voice. Silver was pulling a full time shift with the boys at DCTU now. And while Calita had supposedly stayed away from the field assignments, resigning herself to the gun cage. But they all know that every now and then she would show up.
"Good." Bryan said, turning to Brea just as he flipped his own set down. "Blow it."
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"Chopper 8 on final approach. Is my LZ clear?"
"Copy C8. We're all clear and ready for your arrival. ETA?"
"Final approach to landing is six minutes."
"Copy Chopper 8. You are clear for landing. How was the flight?"
"The peanuts were stale, there were no pretty little stewardesses running around to take my order, and my gun and tonic ran out about half an hour ago."
"I mean the test flight, Falco."
"What, not worried about me at all... fine. The flight went fine. Though I'd have to admit the controls are a little sluggish to respond, and when they do they really respond. Might want to have Dracous take a look at his mechanics before they start production on more of these things."
There was only two minutes left to the avian's approach. The bright landing lights from the chopper could be see as the sound of the blades filled the air, causing the wind to whirl up and blow anything not bolted down around.
Falco sat up in the pilot's seat, seeing the armed guards around the landing zone as he set out his landing gear, preparing to land.
"Whoa! Hot LZ, Hot LZ! Falco, get out of there now! Eject!"
The radio was yelling at him as he slammed the red button next to him. His seat flew up into the night sky as a bright, fast moving, light slammed into the chopper below him. Causing the fireball that shorted out his ejection seat's thrusters and parachute pack, causing him to fall into the nearby lake while the guards worked on finding out where that missile had come from.
A few of them dived into the lake to help Falco as well.
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"I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you just yet..."
"But dad!"
"No buts! You lied to us! Not only that but, drugs James! Jesus, I thought we taught you better than that."
"They're not mine!"
"And I suppose that Brea just happen to put them into your vest pocked by herself, hmm?"
"Dad!"
"I don't want to hear it James. You're in big trouble this time!"
"Fox, go easy on him, boys will be boys, you know that." Krystal was trying to turn down the heat on James a little by drawing Fox's attention to her so he could calm down just a little.
"Boys will be boys, sure! But boys being boys don't do drugs! Junkies do drugs! And I'll be damned if my kids gonna be a junkie!"
"I didn't take them- ouch!" He yelled as Mei picked his arm with a small device she had palmed on her way up. She shook it for a second before capping it and tossing it to Fox.
"Kid's tell'n' the truth Fox. He's clean." She said, patting James on the shoulder. "Kid's a partier, but he's no junkie."
Fox gave his temples a rub before looking at his son. "Fine, I apologize about jumping to conclusions. But you are still in trouble for lying to us."
"How was I supposed to know you guys were raiding this party? As far as I knew it was legit!"
"Fox!" Brea called from the back of her unit. He walked over to her, seeing Dracous staring back at her from the small TV screen. "This isn't the regular stuff. In fact, it isn't even the drug... it isn't even a drug."
"What?"
"He's got little baggies of table salt, Fox. That's it."
He looked over his shoulder at his son. "You think he was planning on selling them?"
"Maybe... who knows. What do you want to do, Fox?" Brea asked, closing the screen.
"I'll deal with him. Thanks, Brea."
"Anytime, pal." She responded, turning back to her car to break down her weapon.
"Dispatch to all units, hold for pending emergency traffic. Seventy-David requesting medics and a squad to A-Bay five. Unknown missile launched at a test air craft. No further activities reported. Dispatch to Medic thirty-eight, respond code three."
"Medic thirty-eight here. Code three, I copy."
"M-TAC, en-route. ETA, one minute and some change."
Bryan looked over at Mei, who was leaning on her unit with her arms crossed, as she asked him a question.
"Hey, wasn't Falco at bay five today? Testing some craft?"
Bryan reached for his radio. "Five-five David to dispatch. Craft status?"
"It's a loss."
"And the pilot?"
"He ejected in time. They fished him out of the lake. He'll be fine."
"Copy, we're on stand-by."
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"Anything else you can remember?" Mei asked Falco, continuing the testes they had done at the hospital to the ride home.
"Yes, that little pen light in your hand is starting to piss me off! Can you stop shining it in my eyes, I told you, I'm fine!"
Mei placed a hand on her hip as Katt came up behind her. "Sheesh, I'm just making sure you didn't rattle that brain of yours too much. God knows how much room it has to move around in there."
"Awww." Katt said. "That wasn't nice, Mei." She said, faking sympathy, as she sat in Falco's lap, cuddling into his chest. "Big bird's gonna be alright though. I'll see to his care."
"Good luck." Mei said, turning to head towards her dorm. She must have just caught Bill fresh from the shower as he searched his dresser with a towel still around his waist. She could see the glint from the dog tags around his neck as well.
"Hmmm, something smells like wet dog." She teased, sitting on the bed.
"I happen to think that the wet dog smell is very fashionable, thank you." He said, without looking up.
"What are you looking for."
"My red shirt. Not the one with the logo, just the plain one."
"Drawer to your left."
Bill opened that drawer and found it right on top, along with a pair of jeans. He looked over his shoulder at Mei as she pretended to cover her eyes while he got dressed. When he was done he sat on the bed next to her.
"Hope Fox wasn't too hard on James." He said, cringing as he heard a door slam.
Mei didn't respond, she just leaned on his shoulder. "I'm so tired." She yawned out, moving to lay on the bed. Bill was originally going to take her out to dinner tonight. But seeing as she was so tired, he settled for crawling next to her and holder her close while she slept, he eventually drifting off too.
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Bryan walked down the hall of his house with a kid on each leg.
"Come on guys, bed time! You know daddy's tired after working today."
Brea leaned on the bedroom doorframe, watching him trying to move down the hall. She finally laughed, moving to meet him in the hall, prying a kid from his leg and holding her up in her arms.
"Trish, why do you always give your father a hard time at bed time?"
The child giggled at her mother. "'Cause daddy's funny!"
Brea just laughed, nuzzling her child for a moment before looking back at Bryan who was still struggling with Trish's older brother, Michel.
"And you! What are you, eleven now? Aren't you guys a little old for this?"
Mike just stuck his toung out at his parents. Mike may have been eleven, but he was extreme mature for his age. They both knew that he knew when to play and when he had to be serious in order to take care of his nine year old sister.
"I'm never too old to bother my parents. You should know that!" He laughed, getting off the floor as Brea set Trish down. "Come'on! I'll race you to your room." He said, getting a head start. She just laughed, chasing after him.
Brea sighed, leaning back on their frame again. "Looks like we better get some rest too. It's been a long day." Bryan said, sweeping his mate up into his arms and kicking the door shut behind him.
"Who can argue?" Brea responded, giving him a light kiss before he placed her into the bed, getting in next to her she moved until her back was flush to his chest and his arms around her. She let the smile evade her face as she leaped into the deepest of slumbers she had had in a long time.