Foxy finally left his room and went to the Hangar to finish the Griffon. It was already in good shape now. He had been working on it, since he had started training. He was a quick pilot, but as Freddy had guessed, reckless. 'It was hard not to rush in,' Foxy thought. It was hard for him, not rushing in. It was thrilling and quite fun. He started to attack a PPC to his right arm. He used a computer to guide the robotic arms holding the arm, and some with tools. Eventually he got it on, and he got on top of the Mech to start wiring up the PPC. When he finished, a white fox with a pink underbelly and ears walked into the Hangar. The lighter classed Mechs went out first so he was positioned at the front, across from Chica's hangar. Foxy saw her because his right arm was right next to the door, or he wouldn't have seen her. She said something, but she wasn't able to be heard over the ruckus. And the fact he had a face shield on while he was using a blowtorch an arm had given him. He heard just a tiny squeak as a low going arm nearly wacked her, so she squealed. He got up and raised his mask for he hadn't want to make contact, but it was inevitable. He had to apologize and shut off the arms. He got down and did so. He walked over to the newcomer and asked, "Who are YOU exactly?" "I'm Felicia, and I'm a new recruit. What be your rank?" she responded. Foxy put on his pirate accent and retorted, "And ye be a pirate? Also for ye information, I be a Lieutenant Grade 1." "Interesting, so what were you doing to that Griffon?" she removed her pirate accent and said that almost to herself. "How do you know what I'm piloting?" Foxy questioned. "I used to pilot one. Now I have an Atlas." She calmly replied. Foxy risked, "That's an Assault class, correct?" "Yea, it completes our squad's last role-" 'Foxy, please report to Freddy's office.' the intercom asked. "Ah, crap." Foxy put on his accent, "I gotta go, lassie. Talk to ye late-ARRR?" The joke made Felicia giggle, and she attempted the same. "Late-ARRR then."

Bonnie's POV

I had a message sent in, and as an unofficial rule, I slid it back to the messenger so he could open it. He did and without glancing at the contents of it, and slid it back to me. I saw that it was construction paper, a small slip. I opened it after the messenger left.

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