Authors Note: I know I haven't written anything besides cancellation notes for quite awhile, and I am truly sorry for that. A hectic life sucks when it comes to writing. Anyway, this is the new story I am beginning on the Starfox archive. I hope you like it!

Fox felt the cold steel of the pistol in his coat, causing a chill to rise up his spine. Keeping his head looking down, he tried to not raise any attention from other civilians and potential enemies to himself. He was searching for something, his eyes darting from left to right, taking in his surroundings each time as he did. He could also clearly see another disguised soldier, across the street from him, also wearing a suit and tie.

A small static sound issued from the collar of Fox's suit. A quiet voice came from a tiny speaker sewn to Fox's collar. "Is the target in sight?"

Fox, without turning his head, spoke back in reply. "No. We have no visual on the target. Repeat, no visual on target." He said in a quiet voice. The soldier across the street apparently received the same message, and Fox could clearly hear him mouth the word "negative" into the speaker. Fox turned his head slowly to his right, keeping his eyes peeled for their primary target. They could not let him escape. The city's crime problem was beginning to become overwhelming to the Corneria police forces, or CPF for short. But now, one of their major leaders was moving in their grasp, and he didn't even know it.

Another static sound came from the microphone on his collar, and another voice spoke. "Hey, everything alright over there?"

It was Falco. Fox slowly lowered his head down to the microphone. "He's nowhere in sight. You?"

"Same here. Haven't seen 'em. When you see 'em, tell me."

"Roger that."

Fox stopped speaking into the microphone, and adjusted his collar casually, trying to appear like a normal businessman. Many civilians were walking behind him now, posing a major hazard for the operation. He looked across the street, and the same situation was there as well. And not only did the civilians pose a problem, but the number of vehicles had increased in the street. Realizing the type of situation they were now in, Fox tapped his microphone with one finger, and called it in. "Be advised, multiple civilians within proximity of southern arrest zone, over."

He waited for a response from control. He received it within only a couple of seconds, and the operator sent a message to the other agents. "Be advised, multiple civilians within area of operations. Proceed with caution, over."

Fox adjusted his collar again, trying to make his microphone invisible to others. As he did this, he saw something out of the corner of his eye that captured his interest; a small glint of light.

He immediately whipped his head around, and found the source of the light; a large monkey. Taking a closer look, Fox squinted, and then realized that their target was walking on the opposite side of the street of him. His eyes grew wide with realization, and he slowly and deliberately tapped the microphone once more.

"Target is on his way, approaching southern arrest zone, Pike Street, coming our way, over." Fox said quietly, his voice nearing a whisper. "Need all available units to converge at Pike Street, I repeat, all available units to converge at Pike Street, southern arrest zone. Proceed with caution, over."

Without waiting for a reply, he began to walk down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of civilians, trying to appear as calm as possible to avoid being noticed by the enemy. The other officer followed on the other side, nearing the enemy with every step. Fox kept an eye on the target, preparing to draw his pistol when the time was right to make the arrest.

This was it; only a few more steps until his fellow soldier and the target would cross paths. Fox reached into his suit coat, clutching the handle of the pistol in his right hand… he prepared to draw…

His fellow agent whipped out his pistol, pointing at the large monkey's chest. Fox could see him mouth, "you're under arrest" and then, Fox drew his gun as well, and quickly followed suit, aiming down the sights, right at the target. He shouted, "Freeze! Cornerian Police Forces, hands on your head!"

Suddenly, many of the civilians were heard screaming behind Fox. An audible cry of, "What's going on?" was clearly heard down the street. Fox ignored it, only focusing on the objective in front of him.

The monkey complied with Fox's orders reluctantly, and Fox continued to advance across the street, his gun pointed at the target, the sights glued onto the monkeys' chest. The other agent continued to point the gun at the monkey, but did not move to make the arrest.

Fox was almost halfway across the street, and the agent still hadn't made the arrest. Fox began to wonder what was taking the agent so long.

What's he doing? I've got him covered with my gun, why won't he move?

Nonetheless, Fox continued to move forward, and now he was almost three fourths of the way across the wide street. He began to lower his gun. Maybe the agent wanted him to make the arrest instead…

Then, something… a gut feeling in the pit of Fox's stomach, told him something wasn't right. No agent would wait that long to make an arrest. It just didn't make any sense…

The, in Fox's peripheral vision, he saw the agent move. Maybe he was making the arrest after all…

Fox glanced over at the agent, and suddenly, his heartbeat stopped. His throat went dry in an instant. Time seemed to stand still.

The agent was pointing his gun at Fox.

I apologize for the short chapter, but unfortunately, I am notorious for short chapters. :( Anyways, does this story appear interesting? Please review and tell me what you think! Criticism welcome! Part two coming soon!