Chapter 2 is up! Thank you all for the views, favorites, etc. Chapter 1 have been pretty hard for Felix, but just keep on track and you'll see! Btw, this won't ever happen to Hero's Cuties. I just let it happen to set off with my idea. Again, thank you.

CHAPTER 2

With much concern for their old pal, and how much they've been missing the sergeant, especially the little racer, Vanellope and Ralph decided to pay Calhoun a little visit. At first, the wrecker objected at the kid's idea, recalling how vigorously Calhoun had fisted him to the ground several times, but in the end, he concurred, much to Vanellope's excitement and eagerness. Without the fixer knowing, they set off to Hero's Duty.

The once high-speed train that leads to the entrance of Hero's Duty now moves quite sluggishly. And the track seemed to expand. Looks like sarge isn't a monotony-fond person.

By the time they reached the venue, they appeared to be very well-prepared to enter one of the most dangerous and terrifying games in the arcade, but to their dismay, they have no idea how to open the port. There were no doorknobs, locks or any button they suspect. Ralph thought they should've figure this out much sooner. "There must be some kind of built-in microphone in here, like in my castle!" the little racer stated, reminiscing the time when Sarge installed one in their castle.

Suddenly, a voice came throughout the place.

"Name?" A raucous monotone voice was heard all over.

"Sour Bill is that you? How did yo-" before she could complete her question, the little kid was cut off by one of the wrecker's enormous grasp. "Uh, i'm Wreck-it Ralph from Fix-it Felix Jr, sir soldier sir, and this little cavity here is the President Vanellope of Sugar Rush."

"It's president Vanellope Von Schweetz for you!" The racer exclaimed.

"State your business." The voice turned into a much deeper tone.

"Uh, we're here to visit Sergeant Calhoun, is she available?"

"Don't have some high chances, Ralphie. Just because hammertime and Cal isn't together anymore, doesn't mean you could take her like that." Vanellope scolded while laughing uncontrollably.

"It didn't mean by that! When I say available, it means if she could spare some free time!" Ralph furiously stated, his passion bubble near the surface. "Geez, relax stinkbrain. Just kidding a-right?"

"Do you have any appointment with her today?" The voice continued after hearing much of their conversation. "Uh..." Ralph blankly cleared his throat.

"Markowsi! What are you blabbering about out there?!" The wrecker and Vanellope instantly recognized the feminine voice. "Uh, friends of the fix-it guy are here, sarge!" His hands in a salute.

"I'm not gratified with your answer soldier!" The familiar voice verbalized in a rather stern tone.

"I-it's Wreck-it and that Penelope kid, sarge." The anxiety in his voice can easily be recognized.

"Wreck-it, huh?" Markowsi gulped while the wrecker and Vanellope tried to eavesdrop their conversation. "Let them in." The sarge's tone of voice turned into a milder one.

The wrecker and the racer did not believe what they heard. After not seeing the sergeant for more than a year, she still maintains a soft side when it comes to them. They gasped in unison then let out a very relieving sigh afterwards.

Gathering all of their strength, the racer and the wrecker, silently arched up in front of the commando's office. Wreck-it tried hard to hide the terror in his eyes, while the kid is just happily shuffling her foot from side to side. Few minutes later, a door that leads to Calhoun's private room in her office slammed loudly, sending shivers to the wrecker's spine.

She's here.