It was late evening when Miles ad Gareth pulled up next to a very tall skyscraper. "OK, this is where he works."

Gareth gazed up in awe at the large office building. "Your fat friend works at Tyrannis* Technologies?"

Miles nodded. "Yeah. And what did I say about the fat jokes?"

The squirrel shrugged nonchalantly. "Relax, Miles. He's not out here to hear me, is he?"

Miles scoffed in annoyance and entered the building, followed by his partner. The lobby was spacious and richly decorated, clearly showcasing the company's vast wealth. He walked right up to the receptionist, a woman who looked to be in her late twenties. She was idly sitting at the desk, texting on her phone.

Miles cleared his throat to get her attention. She put her phone away and acknowledged the fox with a dismissive stare.

"Can I help you?" She asked, almost mechanically, like a robot.

"Yeah. We're here to see Rotor Walrus." Miles replied.

The receptionist slowly nodded and casually reached for the phone on her desk. "Can I know who is asking to see him?"

"Miles Prower."

She pressed a button. "Mr. Walrus, there's a Miles Prower here to see you."

The receptionist cringed at the loud, zealous response from the other end, like a Reverend. "Miles Prower?! Send him up! Send him up immediately!"

She pointed to the elevator. "He's on the 90th floor. His office has his name on it." Then she took out her cell phone and resumed texting on it.

"Thanks." Miles said, then he and Gareth walked to the elevator and he pressed the "up" button.

As they waited for it to descend, Gareth spoke up. "So, your friend is a walrus, huh?"

"No, his surname just happens to be 'walrus.'" Miles sarcastically replied, then got serious. "Of course, he is!"

The elevator opened and the two Mobians stepped in. Miles pressed the button labelled "90" and the elevator began its slow ascent.

"And apparently, he works afterhours. Totally typical of any fat guy who doesn't have a fun way to spend his evenings." Gareth said with condescension.

Miles scoffed. "So what, you want him to be like you?"

"No, of course not. I'm sure with the way he's so fat, he can't even have sex, let alone get a girlfriend to begin with."

Miles shook his head appalingly. "You're a conceited asshole, Gary."

Gareth grinned proudly. "Yeah, I know. And you're an uptight, cheerless fox with no sense of fun or enjoyment. You're like a retirement home."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor Rotor worked. Miles and Gareth walked past various offices until they stopped at a larger one with Rotor's name written on the door.

Miles knocked and an enthusiastic voice answered from the other end. "Come in, come in!"

The two agents entered the office. There was a table on one side littered with various machines and tools and on the other side, there was a desk littered with papers. By the desk was a chair which was occupied by a large walrus, who smiled widely when he saw the two tailed fox.

Miles smiled back. "Hey, Rotor."

"Tails! It's been a while!" Rotor exclaimed, rising from his chair and manoeuvring his way around the desk. He enveloped Miles in a hug.

Miles struggled to breathe for a bit. "Yes, it's good to see you too, man." He choked out. "Can't breathe, now."

"Oh, sorry." Rotor released Miles and then turned to the squirrel. "Who's this?"

Miles introduced him. "This is Gareth. My partner at the agency." He then gestured to Rotor. "And, Gary, this is Rotor."

The walrus held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Gareth."

Gary shook Rotor's hand, with a smile that was more sinister than pleasant. "Nice to meet you too, Rotund."

Rotor's smile faded for a bit. "Uh, it's 'Rotor'."

"Oh, I'm sorry. A slip of the tongue." The squirrel apologized but Miles could tell it was not genuine.

Even Rotor was not fooled but he decided to drop it. "Right."

Gareth laughed. "Don't be such a downer, Robust. I'm just teasing." He clapped the walrus lightly on the back. "So, you work afterhours?"

"No, not really." The walrus replied. "I was just putting the finishing touches on my latest project. Wanna check it out?"

"Boring." Gareth fake-yawned. "See, that's the problem with you: no excitement in your life. It's no surprise that you're holed up like this in your office. You need to get out there, man. Have fun while you're still young. You're what, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, right? –although the fat wrinkles on your face tell me otherwise- then make the most of it, go out there, have fun, go to a late night party, fuck a girl— no wait, scratch that. No sex. With a belly that size, that would be mission impossible. Coz of that jiggling boulder of flesh and fat, you wouldn't be able to reach her pussy. It would just be the bellies having sex and not your organs. And, that would also be compounded by the small size of your dick, typical amongst fat people." The squirrel held out his pinkie and crooked it.

Rotor looked at Miles with an offended look. The fox quickly tried to calm him down. "Don't mind him, he means well."

The walrus huffed and tried to hold himself. "No, it's fine. I've heard worse... from better people."

Gareth intervened. "Oh, you wanna hear worse? Take a look at yourself, dude. You look like a group hug. I don't know if you're one person or a family reunion."

"Gareth, that's enough!" Miles scolded his partner. "Unless you have something useful to say, I suggest you put a cork in it." The fox then turned to Rotor. "I'm terribly sorry about his childish behaviour. I just took him off his leash and he quickly went overboard on the sugar."

For once, Rotor's face lit up with a laugh and Gareth looked offended, but he quickly had a sharp reply coming up.

"And just until last night, you had forgotten what pussy feels like." The squirrel countered.

Miles ignored him. "Anyways, I came to ask you about something." He said to Rotor.

"OK, sure. You can have a seat." The walrus gestured to the chairs opposite his desk. Miles took a seat but Gareth remained standing as he surveyed the office's layout. He walked to the large window, with the glass rising from floor to ceiling and gazed at the magnificent view of the city's skyline, which was a kaleidoscope of lights from different buildings.

The squirrel whistled. "Wow. It must be a real blast to be working for the richest person on Mobius." Those were the first words from his mouth that bore no insult.

Rotor could not help but grin. "Yeah, it's a real blast."

"The pay must also be very rewarding. A big fat paycheque for an equally big fat employee." Gareth snickered to himself and his smirk got even wider when he saw Rotor's initial smile dissolve.

"Gary, I said that's enough!" Miles growled, shooting up from his chair. "Unless you have anything important to say, you can go wait outside!"

Gareth put on a dejected look; which did not really seem genuine. "Alright, Miles. I'll hold my tongue." He turned away and whispered to himself. "For now."

Miles sat back down and turned back to Rotor. "As I was saying, I want you to tell me about one of the projects you developed for this company."

Rotor rubbed his head regretfully. "Well, I wish it were that simple, Tails. But company protocol prohibits me from just giving out that information to anybody."

Miles' face instantly started to fall into a frown.

Rotor quickly lit up. "But, what the hell? Nobody's around to stop me from talking. What project would you like to know about?"

"The one about the construction drones." Miles answered.

Rotor laughed a bit. "Tails' you know very well that constructions drones are now branded illegal. Do you want me to build you one?" He asked sarcastically.

After the fall of Robotnick, much of Mobotropolis and some other major cities of the Kingdom lay in ruins. In order to get the city back into shape as quickly as possible, Sally, who was just recently crowned Queen, had to ask for assistance from any top level engineering firms to speed up the rebuilding process. Tyrannis Technologies, the leading company in advanced technology, stepped up. Rotor had just started working there as a scientist and had proposed the idea of the construction drones, an idea which was accepted.

With the help of the drones, the city was rebuilt in no time. The citizens were so impressed, they had wanted demanded more and the company saw an opportunity to expand its business. Unfortunately, the plan had its setbacks: one, the construction drones were too expensive to make and two, they risked causing unemployment to construction companies which relied on manual labour. So Sally declared the drones illegal and Tyrannis Technologies ceased production.

Miles shook his head. "No. I want you to take us to the warehouse they're being stored at."

Rotor frowned. "Tails, you know as well as I do that we stopped making the drones."

"I'm talking about the ones you already made to rebuild the city. Those things cost a lot of money to make and I'm pretty sure you couldn't just destroy them. Obviously you would store them in one of your company warehouses, where they would just be collecting dust."

Rotor's brow furrowed and he leaned over his desk like a principal scolding a troublemaking child. "May I ask what this is all about?"

Miles felt reluctant to tell Rotor about his investigation but he knew it would be unfair for the walrus to divulge company secrets while he kept his mouth shut. "I'm sure you're well aware of the string of robberies on the steel factories this past week, right?"

Rotor nodded.

The fox continued. "I believe that they're planning to build something with that steel. But they can't do that unless they have a means of construction. Something like the construction drones."

Rotor hummed in understanding. "So you think that the robbers will go steal the drones?"

"Yes."

"OK." Rotor slowly nodded but the scepticism was still evident on his countenance. "Although I must admit that sounds a little farfetched-"

"What, you don't believe us?" Gareth spoke up, walking towards the walrus. "Now, you listen here, Roley-Poley. We're trying to make sure those robbers don't steal your precious illegal robots. And believe me when I say that when Miles has a hunch about something, he's almost never wrong."

"Yeah, I can concur with you there. After all, I've known him way longer than you." Rotor replied impassively. "So, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"We need you to take us to the warehouse." Miles stated.

"W- wha- what?" Rotor sputtered. "But that's against company rules! You guys don't even have a warrant!"

"Yeah. But only you know that." Gareth quipped. "And no one else has to."

Rotor thought long about it. He knew that if he took them to the warehouse, he would be violating company rules and that would most likely get him fired. Or worse. But another side of knew that if Tails was correct in his assumption and he did nothing, then the company would most definitely lose important and expensive technology when someone could have done something about it. He sighed and went to his desk and opened a drawer. Rummaging through the contents, he fished out a key card.

"You owe me big for this, Tails." The walrus declared, pointing a finger at Miles.

"Yeah, yeah, put it on my tab." The fox said dismissively as they left the office.

-X-X-X-

"Damn. Couldn't you have chosen a site closer to the city?" Gareth complained as they finally pulled up near the warehouse, which was a good distance away from the city. The squirrel had been his usual smartmouthed self from the beginning of the trip. When Rotor was getting into the car, he had aimed another quip at the walrus, commenting that he might not fit through the door. It earned him a dig in the ribs from Miles' elbow but that did not shut him up as he kept making veiled jibes at the walrus.

"Remote areas are more ideal for keeping away any unwanted pests from just waltzing onto the premises." Rotor stated. "Like you, for example."

Gareth jolted up in his seat. "Unwanted? Do you know how many girls have longingly wept my name when I-"

"Shut it, you blowhard!" Miles interjected.

The three Mobians then scanned the warehouse. All seemed quiet and OK but they could not rule out the possibility of a potential heist on the place. Maybe they were even too late, the thieves having already came and robbed the place earlier than expected.

"Where are the guards?" Miles asked.

"Probably slacking off in the guard room." Rotor replied as he opened the passenger door and got out. The two agents followed him close behind.

"There seem to be no signs of a struggle of any kind." Gareth commented. Everything seemed normal in his eyes.

"But we still need to be on our guard." Miles warned as he pulled out his Glock. Gareth did likewise.

They reached a side door with a sign written "Authorized personnel only" nailed at the top of it. A red light shone at the lock.

Rotor pulled out the key card and slid it across the card slit. The light blinked green and the automatic lock clicked.

Miles and Gareth then moved ahead of him and slowly opened the door, their weapons raised. In the semi-lit interior, they could just make out a narrow hallway, sparsely flanked by other closed doors. It led to complete darkness.

"Should have brought a flashlight." Gareth sighed.

"Why don't you use your phone's?" Rotor retorted as he pulled his phone out and switched on its flashlight. He led the way inside.

Gareth could not resist dropping another one. "You now, I'm surprised you can fit in this narrow hallway without having to walk sideways, Rotor."

"Do you ever shut your mouth?" The annoyed walrus growled. "We're trying to be quiet here."

They reached the end of the hallway, which stopped at another door. This one had no key card slot.

Miles tried the knob and the door opened easily. They found themselves in the main storage room which was filled with large crates. No doubt the drones were inside them. The fox put his gun away. "Great they're still here. We're right on time."

"See? I knew it." Rotor said. "Everything is just as it should be. And no robbers in sight." He then turned to Miles. "Thanks for almost getting me fired for nothing."

Gareth scoffed as he put his weapon away. "Oh, relax, Robust. We haven't run into anyone."

"Freeze!" Suddenly, a brighter flashlight came on, blinding their eyes.

Rotor recognized the voice. "Barney, it's me, Rotor. Put the flashlight down."

"I guess I spoke too soon." Gareth whispered.

The flashlight was slowly lowered, revealing a middle aged man in a guard's uniform. His badge had the Tyrannis Technologies symbol on it. In one hand, he held the flashlight, in the other, a Glock 20. "Mr. Walrus? What are you doing here?"

Miles almost chuckled. Mr. Walrus? That sounded a little out of place for Rotor.

"Um... I was just giving these two scientists a tour of our facilities. Yeah, that's it." Rotor lamely offered.

From the look on Barney's face, it was pretty evident that he was not buying it. But he went along with it. "And can I see their company issued IDs?" He held out his hand.

Rotor tried to answer but Gareth quickly stepped in. "We've just been employed so we don't have those yet."

Barney sighed with resignation. "I'm sorry, Mr. Walrus but you now the company's protocol. And bringing unauthorized people onto company property? I'm afraid I'm going to have to report you."He turned to the two agents. "As for you two, I'll have to escort you two off the premises." He moved to grab their wrists but Miles quickly yanked his arm away.

"OK fine. We'll tell you the truth." He surrendered.

"The truth, huh? OK let's hear it." Barney crossed his arms on his chest.

Gareth gave Miles a "what the hell are you doing?" look but the fox ignored it. "You see, the truth is..."

-X-X-X-

"Do you have a clear shot?" Snide asked.

Nack, who was taking aim from the sunroof of the military grade M998 Humvee they were using (courtesy of the Battle Bird Armada, who sat this one out) scoffed as he held the RPG-7 rocket launcher over his shoulder, taking aim at the warehouse's main doors. "Are you's seriously doubting my aiming skills?"

"What he meant was 'do you have a clear shot this time?' Fiona quipped. "Of course, I don't need to remind you of your last humiliating miss."

Nack stuck his head back in and lashed out. "Hey, I already told you, somebody screwed with my gun."

"Yeah, are you sure someone didn't also screw your brain up, or were you born that way?" The vixen continued her verbal attack on the weasel.

The weasel growled and briefly contemplated aiming the rocket launcher at her instead, had it not been for the fact that they were all in the same place.

"Fiona, that's enough!" Snide chided her. "You may fire when ready, Nack."

Nack bared his fangs at Fiona in a snarl and stuck his head out once more.

Fiona leaned back in her chair, a smile plastered on her face. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Are you always this nice to your teammates?" It was Nika. She had been asked to come along by Fiona after the two had started a slowly budding friendship. She found Fiona to be a very fun person to be around. The vixen was funny and strong-willed and Nika felt there was still more to Fiona.

"Only the insignificant ones." Was Fiona's reply.

Nack popped his head back in. "When we're through here, I'll show you insignificant." He made a smooching sound with his lips and then went back out before Fiona could reply. Focusing once more on aiming his weapon, he soon had a lock on the doors.

The weasel started laughing maniacally. "Knock knock."

And then he pulled the trigger.

-X-X-X-

"You see, the truth is-"

BOOM!

Miles did not get far in his explanation, as an explosion suddenly blew a hole in the large door.

Instinctively, he quickly took cover behind a crate and was immediately joined by Gareth, Rotor and Barney.

"You see, I warned you." The fox said, almost triumphantly, had it not been for the perilous circumstances they were in.

"Must you rub it in?" Gareth scoffed as he pulled out his weapon. Miles did likewise.

Barney stared at the agents and their weapons and then glanced at Rotor. "Scientists, huh?"

By now, every guard was on his feet and aiming his Glock at the hole in the door, waiting for the thieves to make their move.

So far, all was silent. Then there was the rumbling of an approaching engine. Headlight beams shone through the hole as the vehicle drew near. Then it suddenly burst through; an M998 Humvee ploughed through the door and into the warehouse. The guards wasted no time in opening fire but the bullets harmlessly ricocheted off the vehicle's hard body. Then it did a full 180 degree turn. As it did so, a window was rolled down and a duck poked his head through with his fists clenched.

Miles snuck a peak from his hiding spot and saw what the duck was doing. He instantly knew what was coming next. "Shit. Get back!"

Bean unfurled his fists. Bombs flew out of his hands and straight towards the hapless guards. They had never seen anything like that hence could not react fast enough. The bombs went off and those who were in close proximity were instantly incinerated.

Rotor gasped in shock when a severed hand landed right in front of him. A sick feeling emanated from his gut and he instantly felt nauseous. "Oh, I think I'm gonna puke."

Miles remembered that his friend had a weak stomach every time he saw blood. It was one of the reasons that why the walrus never went on missions back when he was a Freedom Fighter.

The fox turned to Barney and yelled over the sound of gunfire. "You need to get Rotor out of here!" He pointed to the door which they had used to get in earlier, which was just ahead. "Use that door!"

Barney nodded and moved to help Rotor to his feet. But as he did so, his head rose above the box they were hiding. A grave mistake.

The next thing they knew, the back of Barney's exploded into blood and grey matter as a bullet found its mark, showering the three Mobians in gore.

It was all too much for Rotor as he finally lost his dinner all over the floor.

After Bean's bombs went off, the explosions created a plume of dust and smoke that had the guards blinded. Nack took the opportunity to finish them off with well placed shots to their heads with his Coharie Arms CA-415.

"Excellent work, Nack." Snide complimented. "That should be all of them."

Nack grinned smugly. "How insignificant am I now, Fi-" As he spoke, he turned in the direction where Fiona was sitting but stopped when he realized that she was not there.

"Hey, where did she go?"

That was when they noticed the open passenger door.

"Never mind that." Snide said dismissively. "Call the others and tell them we've secured the warehouse."

-X-X-X-

"I think we're the only ones left." Gareth whispered.

"Jeez, you think?" Miles replied with sarcasm.

Gareth peered over the crate and almost barfed at what he saw. The floor was littered with dead bodies and blood. He snuck a glance at the Humvee and saw movement. "They're getting out."

"How many do you see?" Miles asked. He could have peeked for himself but did not want to push their luck.

"I count a coyote, a weasel, polar bear, duck and... a human girl?" Gareth was surprised... and mesmerized; the girl was really pretty. The squirrel resisted the urge to wolf whistle due to their predicament. And because he was a Mobian hence did not have a shot.

Miles did the calculations in his mind. Someone was missing. "Wait. Where's the vixen?"

Gareth gave his partner a look. "Seriously, Miles? You're thinking about that now? Maybe she didn't even show up."

"Look, I know she's here." Miles said adamantly.

Rotor nudged Gareth. "What is he babbling about?"

Gareth was aghast but ignored the walrus. "Miles, don't tell me you're still vindictive for what she did to you last time."

"No, I'm not! It's about stopping these guys."

"Look around you, Miles. We're outgunned and outnumbered! We can't even call for backup coz they can't get here in time. Our best choice would be a tactical retreat."

Miles saw the logic in the squirrel's idea. Weighing up his options, he knew the odds were completely against them. Yet he wanted to soldier on all because he could not just let the bad guys get away so easily without a fight. But in these circumstances, such rash and stupid decisions were going to get him and his friends killed and he could not have that. "OK. But how do we get out of here without being seen?"

Gareth peered over the crate once more and saw that the crooks were dispersing. "They're splitting up right now. But I don't see that human girl anywh-"

"Look out!" Rotor quickly tackled Miles and Gareth to the floor. And just in time too. Two throwing knives flew out from the shadows and embedded themselves in the crate's wood, exactly where the two Mobians had been crouching.

The human girl Gareth mentioned earlier landed right in front of them. Miles quickly pulled out his Glock but she was just as quick; she threw another throwing knife with pinpoint accuracy, straight into the gun's barrel. And at the perfect time because that was when Miles pulled the trigger. When he noticed the knife in the barrel, his lightning quick reflexes had him tossing the gun away, for seconds later, it exploded; his hand would have been mangled if he still held the weapon.

Snide and the others had heard the explosion. The coyote's eyes set upon the three Mobians. "It's that two tailed fox and his friend! Kill them."

Nack and Bean went off to do the deed.

-X-X-X-

Miles turned back to the girl, who now seemed to have run out of throwing knives and instead got into a fighting stance. He sprang to his feet and got into a stance as well.

Nika attacked first, sending a series of punches and kicks so fast that Miles had a hard time blocking and dodging. Eventually, she started landing hits, mostly in his sides and chest area. He tried to fight back but could not find an opening. Her attacks were coordinated and well timed. Eventually, she finished him off with a well placed kick to the chest which knocked him into a pile of boxes.

Nika stalked over his fallen form. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight." She retrieved a throwing knife stuck on a nearby crate and squatted to Miles' level, ready to deliver the killing blow.

"Freeze!"

Gareth stood behind her, aiming his Glock at the back of her head. "Step away and put your hands up."

Nika did not seem in the least bit phased. "Big mistake." With astonishing speed, she whirled around and threw the knife.

Gareth did not have any time whatsoever to react. The blade found its new home in his left shoulder. He cried out in pain as he dropped to the ground and clutched at his injury.

Miles' eyes went wide. "GARETH!" His look quickly went from surprise to rage in an instant. As soon as the girl turned back to face him, he dealt her a quick sucker punch right in her nose. He was rewarded by a waterfall of blood that erupted like a geyser from both her nostrils. The disoriented human tried to stay upright but a swift kick from the vulpine sent her sprawling.

With the girl taken care of, Miles rushed to tend to his friend, who was being tended to by Rotor. Despite the walrus' attempt to stem the blood loss, Gareth's wound was still bleeding profusely; it was taking Rotor a great effort not to puke again. But he had not bothered to take the knife out; he was wise not to, for that would have only resulted in a more rapid loss of blood.

"We have to get him out of here." Miles said as he and Rotor helped the squirrel to his feet. They headed towards the side door, with the walrus and squirrel in front.

Just as they were about to go through the door, something black landed right in front of them... with a fuse about burn out: a bomb!

The trio could only jump back but not far enough as the bomb went off. The shockwave sent them all sprawling.

Miles scrambled back to his feet and saw, to his horror, that both his friends were lying unconscious. He knew pretty well where the bomb had come from.

A snickering that was as sickening as its source could be heard. Then out of a corner, a weasel popped his head out, followed by a duck. "Well, well, lookie here. We meets again, fox." He raised his Coharie and aimed. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Miles saw Bean idly standing there. He knew that look well: discontent. An idea quickly popped into his head. "Hey, duck, are you just gonna stand there and watch him have all the glory?" The thing most criminals had in common was the bloodlust. All Miles did was appeal to Bean's desire to kill.

And the duck took the bait. "Yeah, Nack. You did it last time and fucked up! I deserve a shot."

Nack's brow furrowed. "You just killed his two friends. This is my quarry!"

"Quarry, my ass! I don't need your permission to-" Bean was abruptly silenced by a sharp kick to the back of the head. Taking his scrawny frame into account, the duck did not really look built for taking hard hits. He promptly fell to the ground, knocked out.

Nack had dropped his guard during his argument with Bean. He was caught by surprise and quickly tried to raise his Coharie but Miles was quicker. He knocked the weapon out of the weasel's grasp with a flash kick and then used his namesakes to sweep Nack's legs out from under him. The weasel landed on his back and could only stare as the fox leered over him and punched his lights out.

As Miles got to his feet, his sharp ears picked up the rumbling of an engine, which steadily got louder. Something was coming at the warehouse. Something BIG.

It arrived in the form of a large Freightliner with a bumper guard which came ploughing through the main doors. It appeared that their reinforcements had arrived.

Time to flee.

Miles turned tails and ran for the side door. He hoped that either Rotor or Gareth had regained consciousness by now or they would have to be dragged out and that would be an exercise in futility; they would all be caught before he could even move them one foot. However, when he turned to where their bodies had fallen, he was in for a surprise.

The bodies were not there.

That was probably a good sign. Maybe one or both had regained consciousness. But with no time to dwell on the subject, Miles sprinted down the corridor, not bothering to look back in case someone was following. Soon, he reached the exit, finding the door standing ajar. He pushed it open, went through and slammed it shut, hearing the click of the automatic lock. But when he turned around, he was met with an even bigger surprise.

Both Gareth and Rotor were right there on the ground. Still unconscious.

How could that be? If they were both still unconscious, then how did they get outside?

He would probably get the answer soon, for Rotor had started to stir. The walrus groaned and rubbed his head.

"What the hell happened?" He groaned.

Miles quickly went straight to the point. "How did you guys get out here?"

"What?" Rotor stood up straight and surveyed his surroundings. When his senses fully returned, he could clearly see that they were outside. He turned to Miles with an incredulous look. "Did you drag us out?"

The fox shook his head. "No, I didn't."

A groan from Gareth brought them back to reality. He was bleeding and in dire need of medical assistance.

As the two carried the injured squirrel to the car, the question kept nagging at the both of them: who helped them escape the warehouse?

-X-X-X-

"Whew! That was tiring." Fiona said to herself as she made her back to the warehouse' main storage room. It was exhausting work to drag two unconscious bodies along with you, especially when one of them was as fat as Rotor.

Throughout the whole trip to the warehouse, Fiona had to endure Nack's constant prattling and downright disgusting flirting attempts. She just needed to get away from him, so when they secured the warehouse, she quietly slunk away.

"It's that two tailed fox and his friend. Kill them!"

When Snide bellowed out those words, Fiona's heart almost stopped when she realized that her boyfriend was also here. And the odds of him leaving the place alive were pretty slim, considering he was outnumbered. Of course she knew him well enough to still defy those odds.

During the fighting, she had stayed out of sight. She kind of felt bad when she saw Miles punch Nika into a nosebleed; she had really started to like Nika. Maybe she should have gone and helped out. But then, that would mean picking a side and whatever side she picked, she might have ended up killing someone she cared about. In the end, her beloved fox found himself facing the likes of Nack and Bean. Despite the numerical disadvantage -with Rotor and Gareth unconscious and the latter also injured- she knew he could take them both on. And he never disappointed.

When their fighting had carried them out of sight, Fiona then came out of hiding to drag the two unconscious Mobians out through the side door. She had to drag them both at the same time, which was a very strenuous task. Miles would not have done it in time for she knew that the rest of her entire contingent would be arriving shortly. And then, they would all be dead.

But the vixen felt proud of herself. She regretted nothing. All she cared about was Miles' safety.

-X-X-X-

Tyrannis- This is the name of a major character I plan to put in this story's sequel. As this chapter has revealed, he's very rich.

A/N: Well, that was something else. There were times when I had to write something, delete, rewrite, delete, repeat. Maybe I'm losing my touch. To be honest, I even doubt if this chapter appeals to you. Of course, you can let me know if it does or doesn't. Anyway, please read and enjoy.

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