Ch 10.

"It's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you."- Rachel Dawes: Batman Begins

-Venom; Krayt base: April 4th, 1940: 7:45-

Fox was asleep in his bunk, enjoying the rest he could get before they pushed further into the heart of Venom. In a couple of hours, if all went according to plan, they would be one-hundred miles out from Andross' main headquarters. And in a couple of days, the war would be over and he could return home.

He had been wondering what he would do when he got back. He had been pondering starting a family of his own. He didn't have any intentions of quitting from the mercenary business. The only problem was, where in the world was he going to find the perfect girl?

He was disturbed from his slumber by the base's warning siren ringing through the air. The high pitched, squealing noise made his entire skull vibrate as his head shot up and slammed against the roof of the bed above him. He rolled out of bed while massaging the bruise that was growing on his forehead. He pulled on his gear and scrambled out of the room to see what was going on.

Somewhere along the way out, Falco managed to join up win him as they ran out to their planes. As they ran out the door and towards their hangar, they spotted Peppy running from a control tower. The old hare looked winded and was unable to maintain the pace he could when he was younger. Slippy was already inside the hangar and prepping the Arwings.

"Enemy planes inbound!" Someone shouted from behind him.

"Incoming!" The warning was immediately followed by a rocket zooming overhead and impacting with a grounded plane. The rocket totaled the plane in one large fireball. After the vibrations from the explosion finished echoeing, something else filled the air. Fox's ear's perked, trying to identify the unusual sound. It sounded like something, no four somethings, were literally ripping through the air.

Fox looked up and quickly turned his head as four extremely fast aircraft zoomed overhead. Fox hadn't gotten a very good look at them, but he knew that he had never seen that mind of aircraft before. What worried him the most, was how fast those things were.

"Peppy, what's going on?" Fox asked once they all reached the inside of the hangar.

"Andross' forces have just started a major counter offensive. All of a sudden they just pulled out all the stops and attacked." The hare replied as he climbed the ladder to his plane.

Once everyone was strapped in, they simultaneously started their engines and taxied out onto the runway. They formed up into a single file and took turns getting airborne. Once they were up in the air they flew in a simple V formation.

"Alright guys, time to find these punks and take them down." Fox told them over their radios.

"The only ones going down will be you ameratures." Said an all too familiar, gruff voice in reply.

"Star Wolf."

"So you guys want to get humiliated again, huh?" Falco called out.

"Let's how much you like our new toys beak freak." Leon taunted in reply.

"It's not about the plane, it's about the pilot." Peppy told them.

"Hehe, that's definitely something you would say Peppy." Called out the disgusting, wheezing voice of Pigma. "Let's see you say that once you've seen our new jets in action."

Jets? What kind of planes were those? And why did that name ring a bell in Fox's head. Either way, it was time to show these guys who the best pilots were once more.

He could see Star Wolf flying in formation in the distance. The enemy pulled around so that the two teams were flying straight at each other. Once both teams were within firing range, the sound of machine guns filled the air. Bullets flew back and forth through the sky. The two teams broke off in different directions to avoid any midair collisions.

Fox was already forced to look around and assess the damage caused by those planes. Those jets really packed a punch, Slippy and Peppy were already trailing smoke behind him. His Arwing and Falco's had a fair amount of holes in them as well.

By the time he had pulled around for a second run, Star Wolf was pulling around as well. Star Wolf split up their formation to go after individual targets. Fox would normally have done the same, but with those jets they would be roasted in no time. If they could team up on one of them, then they might stand a chance.

"Alright guys, stick together on me. If we split up we'll be dead in no time. Focus all your firepower on the jet lagging behind the others." Fox ordered.

Without hesitation, all four Arwings converged on the jet that belonged to none other than Andrew Oikonny. Oikonny, thinking himself to be invincible, tried to make an attack run on the four man team. Gunfire blazed through the skies and they passed each other. Oikonny's jet was starting to trail smoke, but he wasn't out of the fight yet.

"Ahahaha! Is that all you fools got?" He taunted them, the smug tone never leaving his voice.

Just as Oikonny finished his jest, the other three members of Star Wolf attacked. Wolf from above, Leon from the side, and Pigma from below. Bullets flew through the air and shredded the Arwings. There was an explosion from Fox's left, and as he looked his eyes met the sight Slippy's Arwing set ablaze. Slippy immediately dove to the ground to try and land the plane so he could evacuate before it blew up.

"I'm sorry guys, but I can't go on." He apologized over the radio. Fox gritted his teeth and led the team around for another attack on Oikonny. He refused to let Star Wolf win today.

Oikonny gladly faced them down for another run. All the Star Fox members were motivated to take the chimp out of the skies. The rumble of gunfire and the annoying noise of Oikonny's taunting filled the air.

"I am the one heir to the true Emprorer of Lylat!" Oikonny's sentence was quickly followed by an explosion from his engine. "Uncle Androoooooo-"

Oikonny's plane nosedive and exploded into the ground below. All that remained was the smoke from the fireball, a crater, and scatter bits of metal. Fox didn't have time to observe the damage though, because the other three members swiftly attacked them again. Fox heard glass shatter as several bullets broke through the windows of his cockpit. He was positive he felt one graze the fur on the back of his neck. He looked to see Star Wolf finish repeating their previous attack pattern.

"Hey Peppy, are you- Peppy!" Fox heard Falco shout over the radio. He quickly looked to see Peppy's plane quickly losing altitude. He watched as it nosedived towards the ground. Fox held his breath as the Arwing pulled up at the last second, the breath was quickly lost though when the Arwing crashed into the ground. It skidded in the dirt and came to a stop.

"Peppy are you alright? Peppy!" Fox shouted in pain and fear. When no response came, Fox was forced to face the fact that his surrogate father and mentor could very well be dead. Ridden with grief and anger, Fox gripped the control stick of his plane even tighter. He quickly banked to the right and charged straight for the first enemy fighter he saw.

"Woah, hey. Fox wait up!" Falco shouted after him, but Fox wasn't listening.

Once he was within firing range he squeezed the trigger as hard as he could, trying to make his plane's guns fire faster. The enemy fighter jet took several hits before veering off to avoid the rain of bullets. Fox quickly followed in pursuit, flying his plane as fast as it would go.

"Fox wait- Gargh!"

Upon hearing his friend's cry of pain, Fox came to his senses and looked back to see Falco's Arwing going down as well. Fox instantly started beating himself up over how dumb he was. His recklessness had just gotten his friend shot down.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! I should've stuck with Falco. We could've taken them. Couldn't we?

"Say goodbye Fox." Growled Wolf's menacing voice over the radio.

Gunfire rumbled throughout the air around him as he looked up to see Wolf diving towards him while sending a hurricane of bullets at his plane. The majority of the bullets found their way into his Arwing's tail fin. Wolf pulled out of his attack dive before he collided with Fox. His attack had rendered Fox's tail fin almost useless. Fox's Arwing immediately wanted to pull into a nose dive. Fox pulled back on the control stick to avoid crashing into the ground.

Thanks to his efforts he pulled out of the dive enough to avoid a head on or even a forty-five degree collision, but he still impacted with the ground. The force of the impact jerked him forward and slammed his head into the control panel. A wide gash ripped open on Fox's forehead, and he was immediately rendered unconscious.

-The Great Fox: April 15th, 1940: 21:35-

Fox layed still in his bunk aboard the Great Fox. They were currently anchored just offshore of Sauria. As he waited for sleep to overtake his fatigued body, he reran everything that had happened in the last two weeks through his mind.

After their fight with Star Wolf, Fox had woken up three days later on ambulance. The ambulance was part of a convoy of soldiers that were evacuating the entire area. Andross' army had forced everyone on all fronts to retreat. Weeks and even months worth of effort and fighting was being undone in a matter of days.

When he had finally regained enough of his wits to ask what became of his team, he learned that they had all made it out alive. They had been scattered throughout the same convoy he was in. Slippy had escaped his plane with only a few second degree burns. Falco came out of it with only a few bruises. Fox at the time felt jealous for the loudmouth bird's good fortune.

Peppy had received the worst damage though. He was unconscious when they found him, same as Fox, but his injuries went far past the head. Once they got him to a capable medical unit, the docs determined that he had suffered a concussion. On top of that, he had several broken ribs (one of which had come very close to puncturing his lung), a broken arm, and a busted knee. He would survive, but the doctors told him he would never be able to fly again.

A week after that and Andross had retaken the territory they had regained, and then some. The only places clear of Venomian occupation were Corneria and Sauria. Fichina was still putting up a strong fight, but the rest of the countries were under Andross' complete control.

The Allied forces were currently working with the underground resistances to make plans to retake the lost countries. Fox and his team were now helping to protect Sauria from invasion. Or he should rather say, him and Falco were working to protect Sauria. Peppy decided to take the position of captain of the ship, seeing as he couldn't fly anymore. He sat in the control center and relayed information to him and Falco while they were in the air. He had taken to the job surprisingly fast. Slippy wasn't flying with them because he had been called in by his father, Beltino, to assist him in developing news weapons and vehicles to counter Andross'.

Fox felt his eyelids become heavier with each passing moment. He knew sleep would soon overtake his brain and the day could officially be called, over. Before he lost his mind to the world of dreams though, one last thought crossed his mind. One that had been bugging him for two whole weeks.

Why does the name Jet sound familiar?

-Corneria; Chicago: May 16th, 1933: 4:15-

"And this is our humble abode." The sly wolf dramatically introduced, hand gestures and all.

The term "humble" was an understatement if there ever was one. The abandoned warehouse that Conrad and his brother called home appeared unfit for even a sewer animal to live in. They were located on the edge of the harbor. The entire area used to belong to a fish packing company, until they went under due to the Depression. All the metal panels that lined the building were rusted over, and a few were even missing. Some of the windows were shattered and the others were covered with so much grime that it was impossible to see through them.

Sometime in the past the gate to wooden fence that surrounded the place had been knocked off. The warehouse grounds were covered with rotted crates filled with fish bones. The rain from earlier that day had made the ground muddy, causing their feet to make squashing and slurping sounds with every step.

Fox stared as the eerie building grew taller with every step they took. Despite him stealing his wallet when they first met, the two boys had become quick friends. Conrad had even started helping him with his schoolwork. Conrad had mentioned his brother, Wolf, but Fox had yet to meet him. When Fox had shown interest in the fact that the O'Donnells lived in a warehouse, Conrad had invited him over.

"I should probably let you know, while we are brothers, Wolf lacks my sense of flare and charisma. He isn't exactly, what you call, friendly." Conrad warned him.

"What kind of person is he?" Fox inquired, curious as to what he was walking into.

"He's more of the, 'Leave me alone or I'll rip your face off,' kind of person." Conrad informed him, deepening his voice to try and imitate his older brother's.

They walked into the rusted warehouse and got a look at what Conrad and his brother had set up inside. The first thing Fox noticed was three tents made of thick quilts seated around a firepit. There were several pots, pans, and other cooking utensils seated next to the fire. Several unlit oil lamps lay scattered around the inside of the warehouse. Several chains hung from the rafters of the building. Most of the building's light came from the sunlight shining through the holes in the roof. In the corners of the building were platforms that were about fifty feet above the ground. The very back of the warehouse had crumbled into the harbor. To the right side of the warehouse was a torn up couch with Wolf O'Donnell taking a nap on it.

"Wakey, wakey, Wolf! I brought a friend over that I want you to meet." Conrad called out, causing his brother to roll off the couch and land face first onto the ground. Wolf growled as he picked himself off the ground.

"What school or neighborhood bully's arm do I have to break this time?" He asked threateningly. They annoyance and anger in his voice made Fox stop walking forward.

"He's an actual friend this time Wolf. Now for once in your life could you act nice? You're in the presence of a future celebrity." Conrad berated.

Wolf walked over until he was standing directly in front of Fox. Wolf cast both amethyst eyes on Fox with a scrutinizing stare. Fox could feel the palms of his hands start to get sweaty. As embarrassing as it was, Fox had yet to hit a growth spurt. Wolf on the other hand was fully grown and stood nearly a foot taller than Fox.

"He doesn't look very special." Wolf noted flatly.

"Yeah, maybe not. But who you're looking at is none other than Fox McCloud." Conrad waited for the name to register in Wolf's head. He even rolled his hands in the air to try and get Wolf to put the pieces together. When Wolf showed no change in his expression, he decided to continue. "Son of famous pilot James McCloud. Heir to Star Fox. Prodigy in the world of aerial warfare."

"That's yet to be determined." Wolf said in his gruff voice. Conrad immediately slumped over and lat his arms dangle in the air as he let out a sigh of exasperation.

"Spoil sport." Conrad muttered before turning away towards one of the warehouse's corners. Fox was still frozen in intimidation by Wolf. The older dog kept staring at him without blinking.

"C'mon Fox, don't worry about Wolf. As long as you don't step on his toes or tail, he'll be a good little guard dog and won't bite nor bark." He called out with a taunting tone in his voice. Wolf's gaze tore away from Fox and glared at his younger brother.

"Do you really want to patronize me?" He called angrily after his brother. Conrad turned around and walked backwards as he continued to taunt his brother. Fox took the opportunity to follow after Conrad.

"Patronize? I didn't know you could use such an advanced word."

"It's not my fault all your 'borrowed' books use that kind of language."

"Oh wow. You actually read those books? Good to know their not just collecting dust."

"I figured I might as well get some extra use out of them before turning them into fire starters."

"Atta boy, Wolfie! That's using your head." Conrad mocked with a chipper tone, before grabbing a chain dangling from the ceiling. He kicked the lever of some metal contraption that had more chain coiled around it. The sound of rattling chained echoed throughout the building as a counterweight dropped from somewhere above and caused the chain Conrad had in his hand to raise him up to the platform. The chain stopped so that the young wolf was level with platform and Conrad swung off.

Fox's eyes followed Conrad as he flew through the air. Then he looked past the platform and to the ceiling. A series of chains were woven across the roof of the building. Fox's head couldn't comprehend the complexity of metal web, or how the kid had even set it up in the first place.

"Hey Fox! C'mon up." Conrad called down to his friend. Fox cast a worried glance at the mechanism Conrad had used. Then he noticed there was also a ladder five feet to the right of it. He thought it over for a second and decided, why not.

He grabbed onto the chain with both hands and kicked the lever. His grip tightened as he felt the chain lurch upwards towards the sky. He felt the chain halt in the air and swung his legs to get across the small gap to the platform. Once he had enough momentum he let get and landed on the platform.

The small corner of the building was well lit with several lanterns. Set up against the wall was a desk with paper and pencils scattered across it. There were stacks of papers lined against the wall. Each stack had a book laying on top of it to prevent the papers from going everywhere should a gust of wind blow through. Most of the papers all had drawings of contraptions Fox had never seen before. Some of the designs did bare a faint resemblance to inventions he had seen before. From what he could tell, most of the designs seemed weapon or vehicle based.

"And this cozy little corner is where all the genius happens." Conrad showcased with charismatic flare.

Fox wandered over to the desk and picked up one of the designs. He could tell from its basic shape that it was a type of airplane. There were several differences from the aircraft he was familiar with though. The wings were shaped more like triangles and, what he found most interesting, was that it had no propellers.

"What's this?" He asked holding the paper up for Conrad to see. A small smile crossed the wolf's face as he observed the drawing.

"Ah, that my friend would be a jet." He explained. "Planes that can fly without the need of propellers. The future of air travel, and to further extent, warfare."

"Why is it called a jet though?"

"Well, it's short, simple, and it sounds a whole lot safer that rocket propelled aircraft."

"Rocket propelled?"

"Please tell me you're not going on about those firecracker planes again." Wolf called out from below. "If they end up like that miniature model you made, you should sell them to the enemy. We'd win every time."

"Miniature model?" Fox questioned.

"Conrad made a miniature model of that jet of his a few weeks ago and tried to fly it. The thing blew up in the middle of it's flight in a fireball."

"It was a basic model meant to convey the concept! Survivability wasn't part of experiment!" Conrad shouted in protest.

"Still doesn't change the fact that it blew up!"

"It was powered by a FIREWORK! It's supposed to go boom mid-flight!"

While the brothers continued their banter, Fox looked over at some of the other designs. One of them caught his eye in particular. It was unlike any aircraft Fox had ever seen. The nose of the aircraft was long and split into two horizontal points. The cockpit was located directly in front of three thrusters arranged in a triangle at the back. The vehicle had four wings instead of two, located directly in front of the engines. The wings curved forward and were shaped like sword blades. At the top of the paper in bold words was the word, WOLFEN.

"What kind of jet is this?" Fox inquired.

"Hm," Conrad hummed as he looked over at the page. "Oh, that. It's not a jet. It's a spaceship."

"Spaceship?"

Conrad seemed lost in a moment of thought as he stared at the paper. "You know the phrase, 'The sky's the limit'?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well, that is one limit I intend to break. I've always had times when I would just stare at the night sky, and want to reach out and touch it." He tapped on the design with his index finger. "One day, that ship is going to take us there. I just hope I'm lucky enough for it to happen in my lifetime."

-Great Fox: May 10th, 1940: 6:45-

In the month since Andross' brutal counteroffensive, the Allies had only managed to regain the barest amount of territory back. Their territory was located along the coast, they managed to take it back and defend it due to their combined naval forces. By that time though, the enemy had already set up solid defense to prevent extensive advancement.

Fox had decided to temporarily disband the Star Fox team. With Peppy grounded and Slippy helping his dad, both Fox and Falco knew they couldn't properly call themselves Star Fox anymore. Falco had gone to help out the Aquian Resistance, while Fox stayed on the Great Fox and carried out solo shadow missions. Fox, having just got back from one of those missions, had been enjoying a good night's rest until he was disturbed by the knocking on the metal door to his quarters.

CLANG CLANG CLANG

Fox groaned as he rolled out of his bed and stood up. He walked over to the steel door and unlocked it. The door swung open to reveal a worried looking ROB standing there. The golden lab looked out of breath as he leaned against the door's frame.

"We just got a transmission over the radio." He informed Fox.

"Who's it from?" Fox asked, interested in who it was. They didn't usually send him another mission immediately after he got back from one.

"Wolf O'Donnell."

-Macbeth; Sovengard Weapons Factory: May 13th, 1940: 17:12-

Fox couldn't believe that he was actually going through with this. Wolf had contacted him and requested a meeting in this old factory. Fox was supposed to come alone, but was allowed to bring his sidearm. Even if he was allowed to bring a weapon, the entire thing still reeked of a trap. So, why was he waiting in an elevator that would raise him to the scaffolding where he would come face-to-face with his arch rival?

Because it was completely unnatural for Wolf to call a meeting. Regardless of how much the guy hated Fox's guts, he knew Wolf preferred to settle things on the battlefield.

The elevator came to a stop and Fox slid the chain link door open. He stepped out and onto the metal grate floor of the scaffolding. His feet clacked on the metal surface with every step, eliminating any chance at being stealthy. He already had his gun at the ready with both hands as he scanned the environment around him.

The rumbling and hissing sounds of the factory furnace echoed throughout the eerie metal oven. Above him the roof just ended in a ceiling of metal fifty feet above him. Several series of conveyer belts lay motionless beneath him. There was a thirty foot iron furnace filled with melted down ore held up in front of a series of molds for the metal to be poured into. About ten feet above the was a catwalk, and standing right in the middle of it was Wolf.

He stood there with the orange glow from the boiling iron illuminating his figure. He stood there, still as a statue, with his arms crossed over his chest. Fox was certain that the heat from the liquid metal should be melting him, but Wolf stood there unaffected by it.

Fox walked over to the entrance of the catwalk and stepped onto it. He approached Wolf's left side, and although the eyepatch prevent him from being seen, he was certain Wolf could hear him. He slowly approached the stoic figure until he was ten feet away. He raised his gun and leveled the barrel with Wolf's head. Expecting a trap to spring at any second.

"Why did you call me here Wolf?" He asked even though it sounded more like an order.

"Because I can offer you something that I know you want." He replied in a gruff emotionless voice.

"Which is what?"

"Let's face the facts Fox. You and me are different in many ways, but we're also similar. And those similarities result in understanding. One similarity in particular is why I called you here. Because I know better than anyone what it's like to want revenge." Wolf turned his head to stare at Fox with his one good eye. "Drop him Leon."

Fox heard a kick from above him, followed by a high pitched squeal. One second later and the obese form of Pigma crashed onto the catwalk in front of him. Fox jumped back as the impact caught him off gaurd. Pigma made heavy wheezing sounds as he tried to regain the breathe that had been knocked out of him. Fox's eyes darted up to see the reptilian figure of Leon standing on another catwalk above them. The chameleon gave a short glance at Fox before turning and slinking off. Fox turned back to Wolf as he started to speak again.

"There he is Fox. The ugly swine that betrayed your father to his death. A hog your dad once called a friend, only to be shot in the back by him. Murderous traitor tried to steal from me, and even shot two of my men. I could've just killed him myself, so consider this a gift." Wolf turned towards the opposite end of the catwalk and started walking. "But whatever you plan to do with him, make it quick. This factory is rigged with explosives to go off in ten minutes."

With that, Wolf's tall intimidating form disappeared into the shadows. Fox kept his gun trained on where he had last seen Wolf for a few seconds before turning his attention to Pigma. The hog was still at a loss for breath and now Fox noticed both his hands and feet had been tied. Although Fox doubted he could've gotten up on his own even if he was untied.

Pigma turned and looked at Fox. The look on his face was equivalent to that of a frightened animal's. Sweat covered his forehead, and it wasn't from the heat. Fox was unsure of what to do. Here was the hog that betrayed his father. His dad might have survived and be alive today had it not been for this swine.

"Fox, please don't kill me," Pigma pleaded. "Please, untie me. I'll do anything you want, just please don't kill me. James wouldn't kill me."

"Don't you dare speak his name!" Fox barked. Enraged by the nerve of the hog to utter his dad's name. "My father trusted you, and you shot him in the back! So give me a reason to let you live."

Pigma kept stuttering random sounds mixed in with a few random squeals. The pig's eyes darted around as he tried to think of a reason for Fox to spare his life. The hog noticed Fox lower his gun and breathed out a sigh of relief. Pigma didn't know why, but he thought he was off the hook.

"I'm not going to kill you." Fox told him. A smile grew on the pig's face, only for it to be wiped off a second later. "But I'm not going to save you either."

With that Fox turned around and started to walk out the same way he came in, leaving Pigma lying in the middle of the catwalk. Pigma was stuck in a state of shock for several seconds before shaking himself out of it. He tried to struggle and squirm his way across, while trying to avoid falling into the molten metal below him. He called out to try and change Fox's mind.

"Please! Fox! Help me out here! I'll be good, I promise!"

Fox turned back to give one last glare at the pathetic hog.

"Your greed got you into this mess Pigma. Let's see it get you out of it."

Fox walked into the elevator and closed the door before descending to the ground floor. Leaving a distraught Pigma behind him, still trying to squirm along the catwalk. Fox walked out of the factory and had just exited the grounds when several explosions burst through the air. Fox looked back to see the factory ablaze and collapsing in on itself. Needless to say, he never saw Pigma again after that day.

-Sauria: Dreylar Command Base: Dec 7th, 1940: 14:26-

Fox walked into the busy command base, followed closely by Prince Tricky. (Since he wasn't very fluent in Saurian he required a translator for them to communicate, and apparently Prince Tricky had volunteered.). He observed the various dinosaurs walking back and forth, relaying messages and updating strategic maps. He had been called in for a mission by the King Earthwalker himself. He spotted the King along with several of his best generals standing around a map. He walked over to the King and stood at attention. The King took notice and told him to be at ease.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here." Tricky translated. "A few months ago we sent one our best operatives and her team to aid the Fichinians in their fight against the Venomians. We received word a few weeks ago that she has been captured along with one of her teammates. The other two members of her team have been confirmed to be dead. Your mission will be to infiltrate the base they're keeping her and her squad member in, and extract them alive."

"Sir, do you mind if I ask what's so special about her? I mean, I know we want to rescue as many prisoners as we can, but why send me for this mission?" Fox inquired.

"We want you because you're the best there is. Here's her file." Tricky translated as another dino handed Fox a agent file. "When I said she's one of our best agents, I meant she is our best agent."

Fox looked down at the file and read every detail of it, not before he noticed the picture of her though. The first thing he noted was that she was drop dead gorgeous. The angles of her face, her short hair, her ears, her cute little nose...wait, did he seriously just think that?

The picture was in black and white so he had to read below it to find out more about her appearance, and what he found was interesting. Her eyes were turquoise, and her fur was...blue? He read even further and noticed that her homeland was a place called Cerinia.

The next thing he read were her skills and abilities. She was a telepath, which Fox learned after asking, meant she could read minds. She ranked number one in her training unit for close range combat. She even held the record for sharpshooting. Her piloting skills weren't as grand but they were above average, especially for someone with no previous experience. He hadn't even met her yet and he already knew he liked her. He looked back at the top of the file where her name was listed.

Krystal

Yes all you Fox&Krystal fans, the time has come for Fox to save Krystal. Unfortunately, you still have to wait a few chapters for that to happen. I'm sorry, but I've got a pattern that I need to keep. Plus I'm sure some of you are wondering how she got captured in the first place.

As always feel free to leave a review, containing your thoughts about the chapter.

Wolffury out.