I WILL finish the Halloween stories, but first I thought I'd post a requested chapter, that if you (my wonderful readers) enjoy/are interested in, I might make it a double chapter. In there, more information will be given, but we'll see if it gets there.

Also, look forward to chapter coming soon about Dusty.

Also, I have made some mistakes in this chapter, and not just grammar or spelling. Notice a problem? Let me know!

Tony woke up that morning feeling quite smug, and ready to take on anything, and everything. This feeling lasted through the morning, and soared after winning several verbal arguments, and spending the afternoon terrorizing numerous fishing boats. It was fun really, chasing them around, showing of his powerful weapons.

None of them ever bothered to confront him, which was nice.

They all mistook him for a US Navy warship, and even if they didn't, no-one bothered to question his motives, back up or authenticity; it's hard to be brave when you're unarmed, and facing down a fully armed destroyer.

It was a great way to imitate others too, because no one wanted any trouble with the US Navy. And hey, if he accidentally started a war, that certainly wasn't his problem! He could do anything he wanted out here, with the perfect cover, enough weapons to last months at sea, and a few friends to back him up. Heck, if any other ship got even remotely close to the oil platforms, he could just claim that they were entering restricted US waters. None of those fishing morons could tell the difference anyway.

The one thing this "seamless plan" didn't take in to consideration was a run in with said Navy.

It started just like any other evening, and almost every other patrol, but that was to be expected. Very few ships ever came out this far; a few science vessels, lost cargo ships, the annoying persistent fishers, and occasionally a seriously off course sail boat. Sadly, not many cute Yachts ever made it this far out, the one thing he missed about his old home. It got awfully lonely out in the open ocean.

He was just about to turn around when he spotted a blip on his radar screen. "Perfect, another target!"

This excitement continued to grow as he made his way to his new target. The sky now was slowly darkening the sun sinking behind him and casting an eerie glow over the waves.

He hated this time day, when the sun had not sunk but the twilight sky was already dark, when even the waves cast shadows. This was the time of illusions, something as simple as a leaping dolphin could look like a threat, and a threat could be disguised as a harmless humpback whale, just by the trick of the light.

So, when he saw a black object at the corner of his vison, he opted to ignore it. Still, he felt like was being watched. Tony turned to look, to make certain that it in fact was just a piece of large driftwood like he had promised himself. But that stage black object had disappeared, leaving only ripples in its wake.

He heard the sound of thunder, or maybe jet engines?

He looked around quickly, but nothing seemed to show it's self on his radar. Interesting, it seemed so quiet out here… suspiciously quiet, and any noise that did occur seemed unnatural. Was he being watched by enemy aircraft?

He had only been a couple of months ago when a pesky private jet had been skittering around they're perimeter. One of those pesky British spy planes, he had disappeared after an hour or so. It had turned out that he had dropped of a spy, than left.

At least the second time, the next spy had been smart enough to approach by the water, though how he had gotten past the boundary, was still a mystery.

He shifted, he had been staring at the spot for a while now, lost in thought. He shook his bow and turned away, keeping a wary eye on the horizon. The waves had quickly dispersed any evidence of what he had seen.

He sighed, he had received damage after half falling, and half crashing from the lifts along the platform, and no one here knew how to fix his damaged equipment.

Of course this meant he no longer knew what was under the water, he found himself once again worried, and possibly a little frightened. Although he would never admit it.

He hated that.

After a long heavy sigh, he decided not to dwell on it, for all he knew it could have just been an orca, or an albatross.

Just as he turned around a voice startled him over his communications link. *Identify you're self, this is the US Navy! Identify yourself or we will fire!*

"US Navy?" He asked bitterly.

"Nooo, Tony we're aliens we just call ourselves the US Navy." A voice said, behind him now, it sounded just as bitter. He knew that voice all too well.

He turned around and growled. "Hammerhead, long time no see."

The submarine glared at him darkly, "I was hoping for longer."

"So was I."

He rose farther out the water, and Tony began to feel uncomfortable. It was rare for a submarine to come out of the water, and speak to a surface enemy face to face, and he had a feeling Hammerhead was only doing this for one reason… he had back up.

"What are you doing out here, you of all ships should know better! If you want to stay off the radar; stay away from fleet defenses."
Tony struggled to come up with an excuse. He couldn't give away his post. "Yeah, but fleets move, I didn't know you and you're little pack of patriotic metal trash cans were stopping by."

"What are you doing here, Tony?"

He sighed. Persistent bugger. "I'm just here by accident, I'll be out of your way soon enough." He said

Hammerhead growled deeply, water around him vibrated, and Tony felt bad for his crew. Another down side of working with a submarine. "That's what I'm worried about."

"Let me guess, you're boss as stuck a whole air wing's worth of fighters jets on me, and I have about 25 minutes left to live."

"No… you're lucky. My boss want to talk to you. Personally, face to face. He's also got some friends who want to meet you too, and a whole bunch of high ranking Admirals who want to have a word with you."

"Let me guess, I'm a traitor."

"Yes, we'll be escorting to United States waters. He also have some explaining to do, and depending on what you say you'll probably be arrested, or court marshaled or something. I don't know what they have planned for you-"

He snarled, but didn't draw his weapons, if he did he'd be dead before he used them.
He just growled.

"'But that's not for me say but I suggest you disable you're weapons. The boss is coming, and if you so much as twitch suspiciously, Kip will blow you smithereens and this whole problem will be solved in half a second."

"Kip's here too?"

"No s-"

*He is, but he's the least of your worries Mr. Trihull.*

Tony swallowed, and turned around again, a massive aircraft carrier plowing through water toward him, airplanes flew around them. Two helicopters flew next to him, along with a squadron of fighter planes, and a helicopter with a boarding crew.

It was a sight to behold though; the colossal ship was nothing but a shadow as the moon rose just behind him, like a spot light. His outline only visible against the full moon's bright glow. He couldn't even see his face.

*Make yourself comfortable Mr. Trihull, we have a lot to discuss.*