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Heading west Momo, Yuzu, Miho, and her friends, were sitting and waiting in Anzu's office waiting for her and Anzu and Daulton to return from MEXT.

"You'd think it's gonna be easy for Daulton to gather up his old teammates?" Yuzu wondered.

"We'll it has to be, he already got Squirrel," Saori noted.

"Saori, we only found Squirrel here out of dumb luck," Mako expressed.

Doors creek open and the girls looked over to see a laughing Anzu walking in with Daulton closing the door behind him.

"So how did it go?" Hana asked.

"It went as well as you except from that weasel in a suit and tie," Anzu said.

\One Hour Ago/

"This is the best we can do Mr. Daulton," Renta said in a smug uncaring manner. "Right now you only have about a month to bring your old teammates for this little event to get your late brother's Mustang back."

"One month?" Daulton repeated, "Two of them are in opposite sides of the United States and the other is in feak'n England."

"And guess you have no time to waste," Renta said turning away, "Don't be so upset, see it as a way to make amends with your friends."

With that their time was about up leaving Daulton angry.

"Why is it so dark in here," Daulton asked walking over to the blinds, raising the shades Daulton was treated with a view of the whole staff parking lot, "Man those are some nice looking rides out their," he commented, "That red one looks the nicest," he pointed to a red car.

"Of course a child with poor taste such as yourself thinks something like that is amazing," Renta spoke up in a mocking tone.

"O.k what's your car then?" Daulton challenged.

Renta stood up from his desk looking out the window to point at the black Mercedes.

"That is what high class looks like," Renta spoke down to him.

"Yup, sure is," Daulton agreed, "Goodbye," after seeing the boy leave his Office Renta shut the blinds back.

Waiting outside Anzu was sitting on a bench waiting patiently for Daulton to come out, and when he did Daulton was storming out towards the parking lot.

"How'd it go?" Anzu asked trying to keep up with him.

"The man is the fucking devil," Daulton commented.

"Tell me about," Anzu agreed, "Wait what are you doing?"

"You'll see," Daulton told her.

Anzu watched as Daulton walks up to an expensive-looking black Mercedes, he unlocks the door without difficulty, without tripping the alarm Daulton climbs into the car, and took a shit on the dashboard.

\Present/

"You did what!?" Momo cried out in disbelief.

"I took shit on that limp-dick's dashboard," Daulton retold.

"Are you trying to get into trouble?" Yuzu asked.

"I thought it was hilarious," Anzu said with a big smile.

"So where are we going first?" Yukari asked.

"L.A, Michael's having a show over in that hell-hole," Daulton explained taking a seat on the edge of the couch, but then a explosion echoed out shaking the inside of Anzu's office.

"What was that?" Miho cried out almost falling out of her seat.

Looking out the window Daulton spotted a smoking crater in the field.

"Goddamn it, Squirrel!" he shouted opening the window, "Are you teaching those girls how to play hot-potato?"

"No," Squirrel lied.

"Again! again!" Rabbit Team cheered.

\The Next Day/

making it to port Daulton and Squirrel were about ready to find Michael, but right now they were waiting by the hanger for Miho and the others.

"Hey guys," Yukari waved meeting the two boys.

"Why do you two called us here for?" Miho asked.

"Well as you know we're about to depart to the city," Daulton started, "But L.A is traffic nightmare, so we're gonna need barrow your tank."

"What?" Miho cried out.

"We need to get to the concert before it's over or he's off to some other city," Daulton told them.

"You're not taking the Mark IV to plow through traffic."

"C'mon! don't you know how shitty this city is? this place suck!" Daulton told them.

"No, means no," Hana told him.

"Oh fine, I just get some cash for the bus, c'mon Squirrel," Daulton said and both he and Squirrel went inside the hanger.

"Sheesh, Hollywood can't be that bad," Saori said.

"Yeah, like there's much worse-."

*CASH!*

Out of the blue Daulton and Squirrel hot-wired the Mark IV driving through the doors of the hanger.

"SEE YA, SUCKERS !" Squirrel shouted from out of the turret as Daulton drove off.

"... They stole our tank..." Mako frankly said.

\Later/

Setting up his equipment Michael was about ready to test out the audio.

"Alright, boys, after we finish here we're off to Vegas," Michael told his crew, takong sip from his coffee, but spits it out, "Aw, what the hell is this? I thought I told you I wanted a cappuccino, not a latte."

"I did not just fucking hear those come out of your mouth!"

Looking over to other end of the venue Michael saw the person who shouted out, removing his sunglasses Michael couldn't believe to see his old wingman standing before him.

"Peter?" Michael called out.

"No, It's your mother," Daulton remarked, making Michael smirk.

"Still a smartass, I see," Michael retorted, jumping down from set, "How long has it been?"

"Too long."

"Why are you here?" Michael asked.

"You heard of Tankery, right?" he asked first.

"Yeah, it's the sport where girls battle in tanks," Michael said.

"Well, there's this event going on in Hawaii, the Tankery Federation and the International Dogfighting League, planed a celebration together within a month, they want us to host."

"And what? they want me perform?"

"... They want me to get the team back together..."

"... No," Michael blurted, "No, no... no!"

"Michael, I need you to come to this."

"Why? why do they need us?" Michael cried out turning to walk away.

"Because need to get, Foxtrot, back," Daulton cried and Michael froze.

"What?"

"It happened awhile back, I got shot down by a stray tank round, and the fucking MEXT-people took away," Daulton told him, "The Federation said they'll get it back if I do this, but I only got a month."

Michael stood there pondering what he should do.

"Please, Michael, it's the last thing I have left of John."

Michael then turns back to him.

"And if I do, I can't just drop what I have, I still have a show in Vegas I gotta get to."

"Hey, Peter, I got some churros you want some?" Squirrel interrupted.

"Squirrel! you're alive?" Michael gasps in disbelief.

"Oh, yeah I found Squirrel," Daulton remembered.

"How? I thought-."

"Yeah it's like this huge coincidence, he just randomly wondered onto the carrier I was hanging out on," Daulton explained.

"Squirrel!" Michael shouted for joy running up to Squirrel to give him a big hug, "Oh my god, man, I thought you were dead."

"How many people think I'm dead?" Squirrel asked.

"Pretty much everybody, except me," Daulton told him.

"Oh wait," Squirrel pardoned, "Michael are you coming or not?"

"I am now," Michael answered.

"Really?" Daulton said in surprise.

"Hell yeah, if Squirrel's in, I'm in too."

With that Daulton and Squirrel cheered joyfully hugging Michael tightly.

"Bradon, baby! what's going on?" Michael's agent asked seeing his client jump around.

"Sorry, Harry, but I quit," Michael told him.

"What!? You can't quit!" he shouted back.

"Watch me," Michael retorted running out the door with Daulton and Squirrel.

Running out the venue Michael couldn't believe what he did, but yet again never felt so happier, "Where's your ride?"

"Over there," Daulton pointed to the Mark IV parked across the street.

"You guys rode in with a tank?" Michael said in surprise.

"Hell ya," Squirrel confirmed.

"We sorta barrowed it without asking," Daulton filled in, "C'mon we gotta boat to catch."

They hopped right on, firing up the engines, and rolled on out of there flattening everything that got in their way.

\Back On The Carrier/

"I can't believe you just took our tank after we said no," Miho scolded Daulton.

"I'm sorry, but it would've taken forever I tried to drive a regular car through the city," Daulton tried to explain himself, "It's back in one piece, the tank is full, and I got my friend on board."

"Well... as long no one got hurt," Miho pardon, then Daulton walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground to give her a big hug.

"Thank you," Daulton showed his gratitude.

Miho was completely caught off guard as her face slightly turned red, kept her composure until Daulton put her back down.

"One down, two to go," he said, "Now we gotta get to east coast to get Austin."

"I get the ship steaming towards our destination right away," Anzu said heading off to get the carrier moving.

"It was very humble of your friend, Michael, to just give up his fame in music to rejoin you," Hana noted.

"Yeah, but don't expect the others to be that easy," Daulton told her looking over to Michael mingling with the Ooarai team.

"So you flew with these guys?" Erwin asked Michael.

"Oh yeah, totally, but last time I saw, Squirrel, he didn't have an afro," he told her.

"What about, Peter? was he always mean?" Moyoko asked.

"He's not that mean," Yuuki commented with some of the others of Rabbit Team agreeing.

"Well, sure he might seem like a jerk at first, but trust me, he's a real teddy bear once you get to know him."

"Hey, Mr, Brandon, can I have your autograph?" Nekota asked with her and her friends holding up CD case with Michael's name on it.

"Sure," Michael agreed sighing the cases, "Didn't think I'll run into fans here."

\A Week Later/

Just making it to port Daulton was ready to venture out to get Austin, but first he was checking out the wound on the side of his head.

"How is it?"

Turning around Daulton spotted Miho and her friends standing at the doorway of the hanger.

"It's fine, but now I have this wicked scar," Daulton noted.

"Let us sees," Hana requested walking forth.

Daulton let's her grab his head ever so gently, her fingers felt so light and soft like a spider walking on its webs, Hana, inspected the scar that now laid across the side of Daulton head two faint lines going from the back of his head just missing his ear, and one of the lines almost reaching the corner of his eye.

"Such a nasty gash, but I think it just adds on to your character," Hana commented.

"Thanks... I guess," Daulton thanked, but his face started to get flush as Hana continued to hold his face.

"Sorry, lost track," she apologised letting go of him.

"Daulton, c'mon!" Michael called

"Alright time to go," Daulton said heading off to the Georgia country side.

"Wanna see the sights," Yukari asked her friends, "I heard there's a lot of history in the town nearby."

"Sure, why not?" Saori agreed as the girls decided to go check out the town.

\Later/

Coming to a barn Daulton, Squirrel and Michael, could see a car inside with someone working on it, legs sticking out from under, Daulton sees a bell hanging off to the side of an empty stall, and rings it.

"If ya'll the pizza guy you're thirty minutes late," Austin shouted, thinking it was someone else, and so Daulton kicked his legs, "Hey, asshole! I-."

"Hey Austin," Daulton greeted a surprised friend.

"What up, Austin, how's being a racer?" Squirrel interrupted.

After much catching up Daulton explained the situation he's in.

"So you only have about a month to get the gang back together, to get, Foxtrot, back?" Austin said to make sure he heard right, while handing the three some mason jars filled with water-looking liquid.

"That's right," Daulton confirmed taking a sip from the jar.

"Look, Peter, I understand why you're doing this, but I left the dogfighting game behind, I've moved on," Austin said.

"C'mon, Austin, we're not asking you to get back into the game, we just asking you to co-host this event with us," Michael tried to reason with him.

"I'm sorry guys, but no," Austin turned down.

"God damnit, Austin!" Daulton yelled out in anger, "I don't care I have to drag your ass over there, you're going to Hawaii!"

"Alright, alright, alright," Austin settled him down, "Tell you what, if you can beat me in a race I'll come with you guys to Hawaii."

"Deal," Daulton agreed shaking Austin's hand.