Disclaimer: *Sigh* Why do those dumb lawyers make us poor writers make these stupid things? Bah! Anyway, I don't own Miles 'Tails' Prowler or any of the StarFox team, although they are barely involved and Tails is almost my character (after I added a few touches to him).

Introduction: Well, my brain was kinda hyper after I played Sonic for about six hours straight at a friend's house AND watched 'We Were Soldiers' the other night, so I just decided to write something about our overshadowed Tails. Poor little guy; he doesn't get much attention. This is centered a bit more on StarFox than it is Sonic, so I'll just file it under StarFox. As always with my stories, this has no reference whatsoever to my other fictions. This is based on an alternate universe setting. Oh, don't worry, you don't have to know anything about Tails. Frankly, I don't know anything about him either.



"Whoa!" I yelled as I fell down a few meters onto the cement. A few people gave me curious glances, but went back to their business: Watching some kind of commotion. Teleportals can do that sometimes, making you fall on your butt, I mean.

Groaning as I got up and rubbed my behind, I followed the gazes of the other people. They were all looking at a huge skyscraper over downtown. I'd been here before, so I kinda know my way around. A few people cried out and pointed, dropping their daily groceries in the process, at the top of the tower of glass windows. A bunch of idiots were at the top of the building, near the lightening needle, shooting lasers into the dark, night air.

"Wot's going on?" I slurred to a nearby brown cat. The tranquilizer was still in my bloodstream. It usually takes a few minutes to teleport, and I must've fallen asleep halfway across.

"Yo, what have you been drinkin', girl?" She replied, "You looked like ya got hit by a truck."

"Maybe I did," I shook my head energetically to clear it, "So what's up?"

"Terrorists," she shrugged, "Ain't much of a bit deal yet. As long as da police and da military stay outta there, they ain't gonna blow up da bomb." I raised an eyebrow.

"The bomb?" I asked. I must've looked pretty stupid, because she gave me one of those examining looks for those people who you think went and sniffed drugs. Well, I did look rather stupid, I suppose, dropping out of the sky wearing a thick cotton jacket in the middle of summer right into a downtown commercial street full of people wearing shorts. I also had thin snow clinging to my staff and paws, which looked oddly like cocaine in the midnight moon. The cat shook off that notion when it melted in the heat.

"Yeah. They've got one of 'em hydro bombs," she shrugged again, "I wouldn't worry if I were you, girl."

I sighed as the cat slipped away into the crowd. Knowing how dangerous the situation is, I decided to check out the whole thing myself. I folded up my staff and tied my jacket over my waist and set off.

**Third person Tails**

Tails froze in place, his feet not wanting to move. Remembering his cloaking device, he switched the little button on from his belt. His paw, along with the rest of his body, became no more than a smear on the wall. Soon, three of those terrorists marched down the stairway, chatting away.

Tails slid slowly to the corner of the square-spiraling staircase. As the three neared, Tails inhaled a large breath of air and held it there, praying that they wouldn't find the strange smudge of distorted light. Luckily the three went by without a second glance at the wall.

He waited until their footfalls disappeared from hearing range, then Tails flicked off the cloaking device and went on up. Switching on the holograph again, Tails noted that the device was on a table not far way from the stairway entrance. Maybe he could just barge in and shoot them all down. That was the best, but he had to wait for Amy to deactivate the bomb.

"Yo, SP three," he whispered into the link, "Are you done with the bomb?"

"This thing is more complicated than I thought," Amy whispered back, "I have to diffuse it canister by canister, just because the remote device is on each of the fifteen. I'm up to eleven."

"Am I allowed to break silence?"

"Sure," Tails could almost hear Amy smile her devilish grin, "That's what I did to get to the bomb, with a silencer on my machine gun, of course. According to SP one, the remote is more heavily guarded than the bomb, so be careful, okay, SP two?"

"Yeah," Tails couldn't hide the blush in his face from Falco's link cam. Falco's gonna blackmail him for that later, he knew it. But before that, down to business!

Pulling out his machine gun from his belt and loading it with a click, Tails jammed the silencer on the back end of the gun, where the mechanism for the laser starts. Tails read about older bullet guns that put their silencers on the nozzle, where the bullets come out. The silencer he just put on was to muffle the sound from the laser.

Taking in a deep breath, Tails counted to three. When he got to two, however, the door smashed open.

"What the-" A dog stared at Tails. Out of instinct, Tails brought the gun up to his stomach and fired two rounds. The dog gave Tails a horrified look and dropped down, two gaping, smoking holes in his lower abdomen. If it weren't for the fact that Tails had two months of Green Beret training, he would've puked.

The sound of the shots, small as they were, alerted the twenty other people in the room. Tails could see the remote, a small green box no bigger than a computer monitor that stood on a stool, to his left side of the hall. Directly in front of him was the night sky. Several bright lights from the distant buildings shone in. The lights were on, but Tails was thankful that the lights were dim enough so he couldn't see the faces on his enemies.

Shots fired, lasers going across the room and hall. Tails ducked behind two desks and shot wildly towards the general area of the remote. From the frantic screams of the terrorists, he could tell that he hit four of them. There were yells from both sides as they shot at Tails. Their bad aim and the thick oak desks were Tails' savior.

"Whoa! What's going on up there, two? Don't let them touch the remote detonation device. I still got three canisters here!" Amy panicked.

"Chill out," Tails said calmly as he returned fire. He shot a few of them in the heads and blood poured out of their craniums. They were bunched together so tightly that Tails could just throw a grenade. Well, that there is a good idea.

Tails dropped to the ground and took a small cylinder from his belt. 'Warning, explosive contents', it read. Tails rolled his eyes and pulled the pin. Counting to three, he chucked it to his right. A second later, it blew with a thunderous crash. Three of the large windowpanes that were the walls to the outside shattered. A few of the terrorists screamed as they pummeled out and down to the city below. Taking a quick peek from his hiding space between two computer desks, Tails smiled. Fourteen down, six more to go.

Tails reloaded his gun and jumped out from behind his hiding space. A few of the terrorists were reaching for the remote, but Tails wouldn't let them without having them scream in agony.

"The merciless demon of death," Falco commented. Tails shivered a bit at what he had just done. Regaining his posture in a millisecond, Tails stepped carefully towards the remote. Wait a sec... Where's the sixth dude?

A glass shard snapped behind Tails. Unshaken, he pulled his pistol from its holster. Without even a look back, he whirled his paw around and shot. A scream and a thud signaled his bulls-eye laser. Falco whistled, impressed. Tails didn't smile, but remained his hard expression.

"Hey, I've got one more canister," Amy said, "Keep them away from the remote. They're coming for ya, two."

Just as she finished her statement, the stairway door burst open and surly looking terrorists emerged. Tails assumed that they were the rooftop snipers for police helicopters, judging by their bazookas.

In a quick motion, Tails swept the remote under his arm and jumped out the window, just as two rockets blew up behind him, shattering more windows. Bad for Tails, a shard caught him in the arm and the remote dropped from his paw, down nearly two hundred feet into the cement pavement below.

"Damn it!" Tails cursed.

"Uh-oh," Amy said, "The sequence is set to two minutes now, two. Those terrorists knew what they were doing in case the remote was destroyed. The last canister is set to blow!"

Tails dived down to where Amy was, nearly fifty floors below. At the last moment, he braked using his tails as propellers. A shocked Amy Rose watched, next to a large case and fourteen diffused canisters of hydrogen, as Tails waved at her.

"Pass it!" He shouted over the radio. Amy kicked the glass and it broke a hole through. Tails noticed the dead bodies lying around Amy. She threw the canister carefully to Tails and he caught it with a jerk of the paw. She shouted "Good luck!" as Tails rose steadily toward the roof.

"One minute, two!" Falco said. Tails only grunted as he strained to fly faster with his tails. Like a helicopter, Tails made it to the floor that he wrecked. A few of the rooftop snipers watched in utter shock as Tails smiled in sarcasm at them. Tails dodged an well-aimed rocket from a terrorist as he landed on the roof.

"Throw it!" Amy cried. Tails obliged, chucking the canister with all his might into the moon. With five seconds to spare, Tails watched as the canister blew up in an amazing display of orange and white, lighting up the darkness of the night. Tails felt the explosion before he heard it, being blown back a few feet into the staircase door. Tails groaned as he clamped his ears to stop them from ringing. Coughing miserably, Tails was drenched with hot mist from the chemical reaction between hydrogen and oxygen converting into water.

If as to add to his bad luck, the stairway door behind him smashed open. Tails himself screamed and was thrown over the edge of the building. Tails decided to fell the cool wind beating against his fur before he broke his fall with his tails.

Mission: Complete!

**First person Krystal**

The people around me gasped and pointed in awe at the explosion. I felt the heat, even from my vantage point a mile away. The explosion was deafening. The police searchlights shone on the roof, where I could just make out a lone figure getting hurled off the rooftop. The light followed him down until... He stopped his own fall by flying! A bird, no doubt, but there was a particular way that his wings were flapping.

They were flapping like a helicopter's blades. There was only one person I knew that could fly like that, but he was dead. Miles Prower was dead.

I ran to the scene where police and reporters were swarming over him, asking questions. A few policemen even handcuffed him. As I neared the place, I noticed that in the bright lights, among that chatter of the people, that he wasn't Tails. No way, not the scrawny little kit I found in the rubble. This fox had muscles and real, powerful paws. His hard expression was nothing like the Tails I once knew. When he turned to get out of the crowd, I noticed that his eyes were a very bright green, almost aqua. He was the guy in the motel.

"You!" I shouted. He looked up at me in surprise. He smiled slightly at me, "What's your name?"

"Marcus Prower," he said. I stared at him. Maybe he was Tails' brother? Surely he wasn't Tails. Tails never told me his family history except that his parents were dead and that he had a dead uncle. He never said that he had a brother. For all I know, there could be a gang of Prowers with two tails roaming the streets and saving lives.

He turned away to get in a white van. As the door opened, I noticed a blue falcon and a pink hedgehog in there with him. Falco Lombardi, Amy Rose, and Marcus Prower. How typical. I had a feeling that we would meet again, and next time, I would get some answers out of him about Tails.

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A/N: Maybe Krystal is wrong, and maybe she's not. You'll find out later, anyway.