AN - Please note that this is my first fic. I may not have shaken the bogey that is being a new writer off my tail. Other than that, a few words of warning: this fic contains a small amount of strong language, romance here and there, and also an OC. Sorry if that isn't your thing.

Alistair 'Wolf' O'Donnell stood, alone, in own personal quarters on board the space colony station Sargasso. His mind was in turmoil, and had been for a long time now. The lupine mercenary had been staring out of his window for a good few hours, considering whether or not his idea was brilliant or stupid. Unlike his two teammates, Panther Caroso and Leon Powalski, Wolf had actually begun to lose interest in a life of crime,yet his sense of adventure was stronger than ever. He thought to his vulpine rival on one of his periods of musing. He thought about what McCloud had said to him during the Aparoid War and the Blitz, and an idea had struck him like a missile. However, he only fully trusted one other person on this station. If he tried to leave, his henchman would, their leader or not, attempt to stop him before he could even reach his Wolfen. This is where Joseph and his teammate, a spaniel who he had never heard of before now, who were down in Sargasso's cell blocks right at that very moment, came into play. Without his old friend, it would be exponentially more difficult for the lupine's plan to succeed.

"A prisoner in my own home," he thought sullenly, "who would've thought."

At that there was a knock on his door. His ears perked up at the sound.

"Uh-huh?" he called

"Wolf, it's me." came the reply.

Wolf recognised the voice immediately. It was the fourth member of his team, who, for her own reasons, refused to fly anymore. Wolf respected this, as Panther couldn't go a single mission without an attempted pass at her.

"Come in, Blue."

Krystal opened the door, stepping through into Wolf's cabin. She was wearing a pair of black jogging pants and a white vest. In her tail-fur was two silver rings, that Wolf knew had been given to her by Fox, her old mate and team leader. The room was unkempt, and rust bloomed on the wall. However these facts never really seemed to phase him, mercenary as he was. He flopped down on a sofa at the edge of the room, and motioned for the cerulean vixen to take a seat. She strode over and sat down gently next to him.

"So then Krys, what's on your mind?" he asked at last.

"Wolf... I... didn't mean to hear you but... your thoughts were so concentrated, I didn't mean to..." her gaze fell to the floor.

Wolf cursed quietly to himself, realising that the game was up. "I... it's ok Krys. I've... well I've kinda' been planning this for a while now. You see, I tire of leading a sadistic prick and an egoistic fool into battle. I want to leave, restart with a new team. I arranged for one of my old friends to deliberately get himself caught and brought here. I'm going down to his and his partner's cell tonight, busting 'em out, and , for the Gods' sakes, promise, me you won't tell anyone else."

"It'll be kind of impossible if I'm coming with you."

"Well yeah, there's... wait, what?" Wolf tilted his head, slightly confused.

"Every team needs a telepath, Wolf." she replied smugly, tapping two fingers off of her forehead. "I can come with, right?"

"Of course you can, princess." Wolf replied, impressed that she had quite literally just read his mind. He thought he had used a block by putting the same inconsequential memory on a loop in his head. Evidently, he had to try harder in future.

"Well then, I best get packing. How are we getting off the station?" she asked.

"My 'old friend''s team-mate is apparently an expert hacker; she's gonna' create a diversion, probably involving Sargasso's weapons,and we're gonna' make our way to my private hangar on the lowermost floor of the station. I've got a mothership ready to go, Arwings and all. We leave, plot a course, and boom" he emphasised with a click of his clawed fingers. "Job done"

"Well, that's certainly the definition of prepared if I ever heard it. Alright, I'm in." she rose from the couch, and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Krys?"

She turned to face him again.

"Yes, Wolf?" she asked.

And then Wolf O'Donnel did one thing she wasn't expecting: he beamed a toothy grin from ear to pointed ear.

"Ever heard of the G-Zero GP?"

"Yes, why?" she asked, her head tilted to one side quizzically.

"Once we're out, we're going to head to Papetoon. We're gonna' pay a certain racing team a little visit."