Once Finn had called Siddeley, the three went to wait for him at the airport. He arrived about half an hour later, and Finn and Holley boarded the ramp, Finn setting Foxy's crate in a corner of the room. He opened the door of the crate as Siddeley took off towards C.H.R.O.M.E., and Foxy crept out. She laid back down on her pillow beside Finn, who smiled at her and began petting her hair gently. "Now all you've got to do is impress our superior, but also make him think that you're ready."
Foxy sighed and curled up on the pillow. She began dozing quickly, the feeling of Finn at her side comforting.
She bolted awake abruptly, looking around in a panic. One of the ears on her hat began flattening slowly, while the other one remained upright. How long had she been asleep for?
"Something wrong?" Finn asked quietly, giving her a gentle nudge.
She laid back down on the pillow with a shake of her head and a whispered, "No.", and curled up against Finn's side. He began petting her gently again, and smiled as he heard her sigh contentedly. In seconds, she was in a deep sleep.
Finn picked her up experimentally, and chuckled as she flopped limply. He set her back down on the pillow, watching as she sprawled out across it. "She's smaller then the pillow itself, yet she seems to take up the entire thing without trying." Finn whispered to Holley, who had rolled over to the two.
Holley, seeing Foxy, nodded in agreement, barely holding back a laugh.
Foxy somehow had managed to position herself like a frog, and her tail was arcing over her head, between her ears, and just barely touching the tip of her nose. One of her ears twitched, and brushed against her tail, making it twitch even more. She sighed quietly as Finn began petting her spine gently.
Once they touched down in C.H.R.O.M.E's airport, Finn gently nudged Foxy awake. "Come on, time to wake up."
Foxy yawned widely, then stretched out on the pillow, her eyes blinking open sleepily. "Hi, Finn." She whispered, seeing Holley nearby.
"There you are, now come along, Foxy." Finn told her, attaching the leash to her collar.
She stood up, swaying slightly as she yawned again. She looked around sleepily, then sighed as Finn tugged on the leash. She followed after him, jumping gently onto his trunk, where she curled up and began dozing. She was startled awake by Holley hissing quietly, "Foxy, get up. You can sleep afterwards!" Foxy sighed, but remained awake. She looked around at the building they were in with wonder.
There were so many cars bustling through the hallways, and they all looked at Foxy quite oddly.
They entered the largest room Foxy had seen so far, the walls and floor a dazzlingly bright white. Foxy looked down curiously at the floor which appeared to be tiled, and was surprised to be able to see her reflection in it.
"Finn, how is the mission going?"
"The mission is finished, sir."
Foxy chose that moment to poke her head above Finn's roof to take a look at the other car that was speaking.
"What's that, McMissile?" The silver Chrysler 300 asked curiously.
"This is Foxy. I rescued her during the Allinoil scam, and I suppose you might say that she's become my pet. The real reason I'm here is because of her. When I returned her to her rightful owner, he expressed an interest in her becoming a 'partner' of mine, so to speak. Is this possible?"
"First, bring her over here. I'd like to get a better look at her."
"Go on, Foxy." Holley whispered, and Foxy jumped down.
Finn unclipped her leash and she trotted over to the Chrysler cautiously. She sat down about a foot away from him, her head cocked slightly, the tip of her tail wagging.
"How do you do?" The car asked, holding out a tire for her to shake.
She placed a hand on his tire in response. He gave her a smile, then looked up towards Finn and Holley. "She seems sociable enough, but how good is she at attacking?"
Finn grinned. "You'd be surprised. Do you suppose that we could borrow Richard?"
"Certainly. Now?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
The Chrysler buzzed for one of the other agents to bring in Richard, and shortly there was a knock at the door. It opened, and two cars came in, pushing what appeared to be a dummy of a Pacer model. "This is the simplest one we've got, McMissile."
"Thank you, sir."
Foxy trotted over to Finn when he called her, looking over at the dummy curiously.
"Now, I want you to go and destroy that dummy over there. Pretend it's one of the ones we were fighting in London." Finn told her, and she wagged her tail.
"I'll destroy it, Finn." She whispered.
"Proceed." The Chrysler said airily after a few minutes.
Foxy laid her ears back at the dummy, a snarl creeping into her expression. She began circling the dummy slowly, staring it down as though it were real. She began growling at it, and Finn noticed his director's expression of surprise. He smiled to himself, then returned to watching Foxy, whose tail was puffed up. Her head went down as she crouched, and she pounced onto the dummy, her eyes blazing.
"Just one thing, director."
"Yes, Finn?"
"She is allowed to rip and tear, correct?"
"Of course. Why do you ask?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Presently, there was a horrible screeching noise, and the director looked on as Foxy managed to rip the hood up and off the dummy, then shook it wildly.
"Now's a brilliant time to duck." Finn told the director quickly, and not a minute too late.
As soon as they ducked, the hood went spinning directly over their roofs and into the wall behind them. The director looked at Foxy in surprise, watching as she jumped down and attacked the bumpers, ripping them off with screeches similar to the hood's. She began gnawing at the dummy's driver's side door avidly, soon tearing a large hole in it.
"That'll do, Finn."
"Foxy, heel."
Just like that, Foxy pulled herself away from the dummy used for training and padded over to Finn, sitting down at his side. The director rolled back to his desk and parked facing the three. "Quite an impressive display, McMissile. With a little training, she should be an A-rate trainee, as you yourself were." He gave Foxy a slight smile, and she wagged her tail.
"When will her training start?" Finn asked.
"Whenever you are available."
"You're allowing me to train her?"
"Of course. She seems to respond to the two of you extraordinarily well, and I believe that she will learn faster as well. From what I've seen, she certainly has fire and strength. Now all she needs is stealth and possibly a few more weapons."
"I've installed a firearm in her tail, a cloaking device in her fur coat, and any-surface grips in her pads." Finn replied, lifting up one of Foxy's hands as an example.
"Those are all the gadgets she has, Finn?"
"I wasn't sure where to put any more, and didn't feel that she would be facing many situations before today, director."
The Chrysler nodded approvingly and agreed. "Very well, Finn. Your request for her to become a partner of yours has been accepted."
Finn nodded his hood once, thanking the director. Foxy jumped onto Finn's trunk, laying down, and Holley clipped the leash to her collar. "Here, Foxy." Foxy uttered a large sigh, then jumped down. She jumped up onto Holley's hood and laid down, beginning to doze off. The three departed the office, and began rolling down the hall again.
The cars were once again looking at Foxy, but she didn't seem to mind. They left C.H.R.O.M.E. shortly, meeting outside in the airport. Foxy was shifted from Holley's hood to Finn's, and only looked up briefly in sleepy confusion. Siddeley, Holley, and Finn bid farewell to one another until the next mission, while Foxy sleepily opened an eye and yawned. The other three chuckled, and Holley petted Foxy gently.
Foxy's tail began wagging gently, making Finn flinch as it wagged repeatedly against his windshield.
"Foxy, come now." He scolded gently with a chuckle.
Holley laughed. "She's gone daffy, Finn. Absolutely daffy." Holley replied, making Finn and Sid laugh.
"I believe she was already quite daffy to begin with, Holley." Finn replied, and his tone was so serious that even Foxy looked up as Holley laughed.
"Hope to see you again soon, Sid."
"You got it, mate." Siddeley replied with a grin.
"The same goes for you, Holley." Finn turned to Holley.
"Of course, Finn." Holley gave him a smile.
"Let's be on our way then Foxy." He looked down at Foxy, who yawned and looked up sleepily. Finn chuckled, then the three went their separate ways.
How'd you all like that? Pretty nifty, huh? So, Foxy's finally a secret agent! :D We'll find out what surprises she happens upon on Wendsday! :D But until then, please read, review, don't steal, and keep on truckin'! ~Liz