I decided not to use gadgets in this fic. Mostly because it's hard to keep up with them throughout the stories. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter.

Bolt looked out the window of the plane. He and Mittens were on their way back to New York City from the jail break in Australia. Mittens was beside him reading a mission file. She got to one section and stopped reading and looked at Bolt.

"Did you write this?" She asked. Bolt took the file and Mittens pointed to the first sentence of the second paragraph.

"You'll need to kiss him every once in a while to make it look like you and he are an actual couple so you don't blow your cover."

"No I didn't make this file. Mine said the same thing." Bolt said. "Believe me, it wasn't my idea. I follow my orders." Mittens sighed and took the file, then looked out the window.

"Thanks." She said. Bolt looked at her.

"For what?"

"For saving me."

Bolt smiled and looked out the window. "You're welcome." He said.

Suddenly, the plane shook and dipped slightly. Bolt grabbed onto the arm of his seat and closed his eyes. The pilot of the plane turned on the seatbelt light and explained that it was just turbulence and that everything was fine.

Mittens looked over at Bolt who still had his eyes closed. "Are you okay?" She asked, a little concerned for the poor dog.

Without opening his eyes, Bolt answered. "I don't like flying okay?"

Mittens stared at him. How could a dog brave enough to save someone he didn't even know be afraid of flying? "Is that why you wouldn't sleep on the chopper?" She asked.

Bolt nodded. Mittens looked down at his paw that was tightly gripping the arm of the seat. The plane shook again but only a little bit this time. After that, it was a smooth ride to New York City.

Two weeks earlier…

Andrew Hicks was a Dead Cell leader with a hidden complex in a mountain near the Chinese border to Russia. The mountain was like a giant fortress in the earth. Hicks was sure he would never be found. He was wrong. He had captured an agent that was sent to find out what he was doing.

"Who sent you here, Strider?" A man named James Mathews demanded. Strider chuckled and looked at him.

"You think I'd tell you?"

James punched Strider in the jaw, almost breaking the bone. Andrew walked into the room and glared at Strider. "You will tell us who sent you." He said.

The man leaned down and stare into Striders eyes. "Because if you don't, we will kill you."

Strider spit in Andrew's face and growled. "Then kill me." He said.

The Dead Cell leader wiped his face off and punched Strider in the stomach. "Very well then." He stood up and pulled a gun out from his coat pocket. He raised it and fired a shot into Strider's leg. The dog yelped and jerked from the pain, causing he chair he was in to fall over, the hand cuffs cut into his wrists when he fell.

He glared up at James. "I know that's not the best you can do."

"Shut up!" James said and kicked him in the face.

"Or are you just a little sissy like those idiots you have guarding this place?"

James sneered and kicked the dog again, this time breaking his rib. "I said shut up!" He said.

Andrew sighed and raised the gun again. "Goodbye Strider." Then he aimed and fired a single shot.

At the base in New York, present day…

"Mrs. Conner, may I see her?" Bolt asked. The woman at the desk smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes, she has the mission details ready to go over with you." She said. Bolt thanked her and walked with Mittens into their boss's office.

"Hello Penny." Bolt said as he entered the room. The woman looked up from her work and her face instantly lit up.

"Bolt! How are you buddy?" She said, getting up to hug her K9 friend.

Bolt jumped onto Penny's desk and hugged her. "I'm doing good," He said. "It seems like forever since I last saw you."

Mittens jumped up onto the desk and sat down. Penny let go of Bolt and sat back down in her chair. "And how are you doing Mittens? Are you okay after your little… trip?"

Mittens groaned and looked at Penny. "Those idiots don't even know how to feed a cat." She complained. "Their dogs, of course. But cats? No not cats. I don't see the difference. We're just as tough as dogs are in the long run."

Bolt scoffed and slapped Mittens on the back. "You mean you try to be." He teased.

Mittens glared at him but said nothing. Penny took a file out of the desk drawer and set in front of Bolt and Mittens. Mittens remembered what she had wanted to tell Penny and now made it very clear.

"I need to ask you something about our de-brief file." She said. Penny looked at her and nodded.

"Alright."

Mittens cleared her throat. "First of all, who wrote it?"

"A Collie named Princess wrote it. Why do you ask?"

"Did you read it?"

"No I didn't have time."

Mittens rolled her eyes. "Well it said that in order not to blow our cover, Bolt would have to kiss me every now and then."

Penny cover her mouth to hide the smile that came onto her face and held back a laugh. "Um… I'll talk to her about that, Mittens." She said.

"Good."

Penny opened the file on the desk and started going over the mission details. "You two will go in under your code names, Snowstorm and Shadow. Oh, Mittens your code name has been changed to Midnight. We felt it may be better if your name was a bit more on the female side. Bolt, yours will stay the same. Now you two will have to act like a couple of love birds but I don't think it'll be necessary to do anything more than just talk.

"Your flight to China is on Oceanic flight number 815. When you land is when you start. If the Chinese government finds out about you before Dead Cell does, because you are spies you will most likely be killed. We won't be able to come pull you out. Once you're there, you're on your own."

Bolt and Mittens exchanged glances and then looked back up at Penny. "So it's live together, die alone?" Bolt said.

Penny sighed and nodded. "Live together, die alone."

At the fortress in China. Present day…

Andrew Hicks was talking to one of his officers in his office. He wasn't too happy with him either.

"I thought you said they would be ready by now."

"I'm sorry sir," The obviously terrified Golden Retriever said. "We are working on them as fast as we can. We have to be sure that there are no flaws in the structure of them, if there was, the outcome would be catastrophic."

Hicks sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry Jinks, I'd hoped I wouldn't have to do this." The man stood from his seat to reveal a silenced P90 sub-machine gun. Jinks shook his head and backed away from his commander.

"No. Sir I-I can order them to work faster! Please don't kill me!"

Hicks stood with the gun aimed at the petrified dog in front of him. The poor animal was shaking like he'd just come out of a cold shower in the middle of winter. "They will work faster, don't you worry about that. I am sure of it."

Jinks breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you sir." He said. Hicks raised the gun up so that it pointed at Jinks' head.

"They will work faster when they see what happens to slackers like you." He said. Jinks didn't feel any pain. The bullet sliced through his skull and exited through the back of his head. The dog hit the ground and lay dead on the floor.

On the plane to China…

Mittens was reading a book while she waited for Bolt to wake up. He had fallen asleep soon after the plane took off from the airport. She had watched a few episodes from a T.V. series called Lost that she had first seen while watching a movie. It was an older sci-fi movie and it advertised for the series. The show was about a group of people who's plane crashed on an island out in the middle of nowhere.

She had gotten bored after watching episodes she'd already seen for two hours and decided to read. She was reading her favorite book. Where the red fern grows. Even though she had read it a countless amount of times, it still made her cry when the puppies died. It was one of her guilty pleasures. Reading books written by humans. Bolt woke up right at the time she started to cry.

He pulled the small lever on the side of the chair to bring it out of recline. He remembered to use their code names this time. He had forgotten earlier and it had almost cost them the mission. "What's the matter Midnight?" He asked softly.

Mittens turned to him and sniffed. "Oh, it's… it's just this book." She held it up for him to read and saw the look of sadness come onto his face.

"I don't know why," He began. "Human think that killing the puppies is such a good idea for their stories. There's nothing humane about it if you ask me."

Mittens sighed and put the bookmark on her spot before closing the book. Bolt leaned over and wrapped his arm around her. "Don't cry about it okay? Not here." He said softly.

Mittens faked a smile and leaned up to whisper into his ear. "This is the only time you will get this kind of treatment from me. If we weren't on a mission I'd slap you silly, understand?"

Bolt smirked and nodded. "Sure thing hun." Mittens rolled her eyes and leaned her seat back.

"We'll be there in abut three hours. Get some more rest." She said. "You're going to need it."

I hope you all liked this chapter. I have a shout out I want to make to someone who has encouraged me to keep writing. Jimmy, if it wasn't for you, this story would probably be dis-continued. I've been so stupid. I was feeling sorry for myself when I should've been writing. Thank you for helping me see the good things in life and not just the bad. I'm dedicating the rest of this story to you.