Foxy had no idea where the base was whatsoever; he just knew that Richard said something about him getting several upgrades. He had no idea what he meant, but after being powered down for what felt like moments did he awake on an operating table, with Richard staring down at him, as well as a random mechanic.

"So wha' exactly did ye scallywags do t' me while I was powered down?" He asked, taking notice that his jaws actually moved in conjunction to his speech. He looked down, and the second thing he noticed was his hand...his actual hand.

His hook was gone, the base now shaped like a palm, and 5 fingers sticking from it, all metallic like his other hand. Compared to his original hand, the new one was a bit bulkier, but the fingers were all the same length.

"Your hook isn't gone if that's what you're wondering," Richard told him, getting his attention. "It's in your arm; a built in function we've built; with the flick of a wrist your hand converts to your upgraded hook; even being designed to be detachable; connected to a powerful microfiber cable."

"Why didn' ye scallywags add more upgrades t' me; besides th' new hand 'n hook?"

"Because due to how rare you are, we did our best to not change everything up; we didn't wanna risk removing the phenomenon you are. The best we've done is enhance your endoskeleton to be on par with steel, but you're nowhere near indestructible. The hook arm cannon can only extend 13 feet, and it can only support 400lbs; anymore could either snap your arm, or snap the cable; both could be catastrophic, considering your hook is a part of your hand." Testing it, Foxy flicked his wrist, and watched his hand deconstruct in second, and his hook pop out from a slot on his arm; much longer, and much sharper near the top; as well as the side. He flicked it again, and his hand returned.

"Come with me," Richard said, as Foxy slowly got off the table; noticing his pants were now authentic and stopped at his knees, and his legs were still exposed, just reinforced, "You need target practice."

"Wha' do ye mean target practice?"

"You'll see." They walked down a long corridor, those in the same hall gasping and moving out of Foxy's way, as Richard opened the door to a shooting gallery. The fox entered first, and looked at the targets on the other side of the room, and then to the guns on the tables.

"Pick one," He heard Richard say; grabbing one as well as pair of earmuffs and safety glasses, "I need to see how well you shoot; try to hit the target; once you get each I'll supply you with a different type of weapon; I need to get a glimpse at which gun you're best with, so we know what to give you." Foxy nodded, as his hands picked up a pistol, Richard saying it was the Beretta 92F Custom, dubbed the Samurai Edge. Looking at the target, Foxy held it shakily for a second, and when he shot the recoil made his arm jump, but his eyes narrowed, and he fired again, and again, and again, until the target had at least 5 bullets in the head, and 2 or 3 having missed.

"Impressive," Richard said, as Foxy set the gun down; catching the one he was tossed. "Now let's try something else." The fox looked down at the gun, and held it firm. The Suppressed SMG; a bit different, but still Foxy managed to put a few bullets into the dummy, but the jerkiness of the gun was a bit of a hassle. The target was moved closer, as Foxy caught the next gun he was supposed to use; the Combat Shotgun. Sadly, the kick caused Foxy to only hit twice before dropping the gun and asking for the next; Richard tossing him a Bolt Action Rifle. He actually did better with this one; not missing a beat with each shot, before he dropped it and looked to Richard for the last one, catching it without an issue; his hand holding the Hammer Assault Rifle. Despite the kick back, he managed to take a few hits, as he dropped the gun, and Richard nodded in approval.

"Alright; good job. The briefing room is down the hall and to the right; get down there while I get your gear set up for your mission."

"Thank ye Richard; but wha' exactly am I doin'?"

"A job many of us don't wanna do."

"I trust everything is ok with your upgrades Foxy?" The Pirate Fox sat in a padded chair across from a desk, a large burly man sitting there. Once he nodded, he cleared his throat.

"About 3 months ago we've lost Raccoon City; a virus overtaking it and causing a literal zombie apocalypse. Thousands are dead, and the culprit is doing everything in their power to keep what happened a secret from the public."

"Well that sounds farrgin' terrible as shit, but wha' do ye wants me t' do?"

"The ones who did it, Umbrella, have already dispatched a team to try to remove any and all evidence involving their involvement in this incident. As you know, this cannot be allowed whatsoever." Foxy seemed to understand, as he crossed his arms. "So ye wants me t' hunt them down 'n brutally murder them all?" The man slid a folder to Foxy, who promptly grabbed it. "Killing the soldiers is a secondary mission; you need to infiltrate the shut down; Umbrella thought it'd be smart to start with the hard evidence to erase, then go to the easy stuff; so there's enough evidence in that base to condemn and destroy Umbrella for good." Foxy read over the stuff in the file, and asked when he left; not knowing he left in about an hour, the Pirate Fox getting up and walking out of the room, only to be met with Richard standing there.

"I'll be your eyes and ears during the mission Foxy," He explained, walking with him, "Umbrella isn't something to dick around with."

"Just who t' hell did Umbrella send t' Raccoon City, and how dangerous be they?"

"The Wolf Pack; I've managed to dig up some info on all of them. They're bad news. Full name is U.S.S Delta Team, and as far as I know they have six team members: Lupo, Bertha, Four Eyes, Beltway, Vector, and Spectre."

"They sound like cartoon names t' be honest with you Richard; how dangerous can they all be?"

"You'll see, but I can tell you this Foxy; it's gonna take that bravado to even get to that facility before they erase the data, let alone exterminate the Wolf Pack."

"In nature t' fox be outmatched by t' wolf...but here t' wolf be beyond bested by t' animatronic fox..." Foxy said, as they continued onward to a major fight...and a major issue as well...

To Be Continued...