In a remote military testing facility in North America, a gray Raccoon was sneaking around, searching for her comerades that were taken captive. a small modified translator was hooked to her belt. She ducked into the room to her right as a pair of soldiers came by on their rounds.

"You hear something?" one of the soldiers asked the other.

"No, I didn't," the other replied.

Good, they didn't see me, the Raccoon thought, looking about the room, which was filled with experimental weaponry. The less they have, the more of an advantage we have, she thought, placing a block of c4 in the center of the room.

Elsewhere in the base, a camera was being stabbed by a man in gray clothing and a greenish scarf. "That's the last of them," the man said with an obvious Mexican accent, jabbing his rib back into his chest.

"Now, to get to the experimentation area, " the gray Raccon said to herself.

"Warning. Presence detected in the weapons storage facility," came an alarm on the intercomm.

"Damn," she said, rushing out of the room. She was met with what was basically a wall of soldiers.

"Freeze!" several of the soldiers yelled. A rib fell from the vent shaft above them, as the gray clad man dove, slicing down one of the soldier's spine.

"You are surrounded," came a sharp voice from the back. "I am G.U.N. Commander Graves. You will not leave here alive."

"We shall see about that, you bigot," said the Mexican Ninja, snatching up his rib.

"You are a human, why are you fighting alongside these pests?" the commander asked.

"Race cannot break a true friendship such as ours!" Vulturo, the Mexican Ninja, shot back.

"Then you shall die with them! Soldiers, OPEN FIRE!" the commander shouted, as the soldiers began shooting. The Raccon and the Ninja dove for the room on the left. As they dove, the door closed, securing them there.

The Raccoon girl got on the radio, "We need back up! I repeat, we need back up!"

A young girls voice came from the other end, "How many should I send?"

In a small tech-room, a brown Raccoon girl was giving orders playfully. "Is Razor the only one of you willing to go?" she said, seeing only one person on the transporter.

"They are tech personnel, they cannot fight," said a cold, deep voice from the shirtless silver Raccoon. "Send me to them, now, Adria."

"Okay!" the Raccoon girl said, pressing a button, sending Razor into the room that the Gray Raccoon and the Ninja were in.

"So what's the plan, Kumori?" the Ninja asked the girl Raccoon.

"At this point, Vulturo, I have no idea," Kumori said, exasperated.

"So, we do this Dante style?" Razor said, withdrawing a pair of medieval daggers from his Bag of Mystery. Dante was a very close friend of his that never thought things through. Dante is dead, though, and will not be in this piece of literature.

"I suppose," Kumori said, not seeing any alternative. Vulturo pulled a rib from his chest, using it to focus on the soldiers, summoning a bone cage, trapping them. Razor stepped from the room, twirling the daggers, slitting the throats of each of the soldiers, saying a small speach as he did so.

"You have been weighed... And you have been measured... And you have been found wanting... You shall not pass the gates of gold, but the gates of fire."