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.
"You'd think that he'd run out of compressed, flammable hydrogen by now," Falco muttered as he kicked out a lump of snow to reveal some sort of burnt organ. Amy swept it up with a pan and gave it to the badger, who retched again.

"Maybe he did," Amy said, pointing at outcropping in the snow and brushing snow off it, "Look. Do you think hydrogen could put holes in people's shoulders?"

The badger looked as if he was going to be very sick. Amy huffed and shook off her jacket. The hot morning sun beat down on the crew of investigators. She really didn't like looking at dead people, but that fox seemed awfully familiar. Amy narrowed her eyes as she recognized the face.

"Tails!" She screamed, backing up and tripping over a rock. Falco rushed over to see the body. He flipped it over with a boot and shook his head.

"No. This fox only had one tail," Falco murmured slowly, "Wait a moment..."

"How many tails did the rampaging murderer have?" Amy asked suddenly, grasping the badger by the collar. He blinked twice and shrugged.

"One, of course."

"What have we done?" Falco's jaw dropped and he flopped down on a bench; "The law system right now is seriously messed. And to think that we uphold it."

"Guilty until proven innocent," Amy whispered. The empty wind howled in reply.

**Third person Andy**

He opened his eyes to the blazing sunlight. He rubbed his eyes and blinked furiously to adjust his pupils to the light. Andy yawned and looked down at the vixen in his arms. Liliana was cuddled up on his lap, breathing and sighing in regular intervals. Andy grinned and stroked her hair. It was just like touching silk in strings.

"Hey, we should get going," Andy said in her ear. She stirred and looked up, scowling with tired eyes. A paw slipped off into the cold snow and she yelped, rolling off of him. Andy chuckled and got up from the corner beside the edge. Sleeping out on the roof seemed better than having to staying in the smelly recesses of the building.

"Honestly, I don't think they're going to come at us for a while," Liliana grumbled as she brushed clean a patch of roof and sat down. Andy harrumphed and played with a loose string on his coat. His mind played back to what she had said to the moon the other night.

"Do you know Miles Prower?" Andy asked. Liliana's elbow slipped off of her lap.

"Yeah. He killed a whole bunch of people, right?" Liliana said shakily.

"No, I mean, did you KNOW him?" Andy tried. Liliana shook her head quickly. She suddenly became very interested in her boots. Andy sighed, "Lying to me won't do any good, Lily." She looked up and scowled weakly.

"My story is irrelevant," she muttered, turning around on her bottom. Andy took her arm and pulled her back.

"That depends on who is hearing it," Andy said. His eyes burned with a curious intensity. Liliana seemed shocked at the expression on his face. She backed away, out of his grasp and hugged her knees like she had done when she was talking to the moon.

"You look... You look so much like him," she sobbed. A paw clenched tightly on her coat. Andy's expression softened and he took her in his arms. He patted her head awkwardly.

"Ok, ok, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Andy hushed. Liliana let go of her death grip on her shins and returned the embrace.

"I'm not who you think I am."

**Third person Falco**

"You know, Falco," Amy hissed, "I can't wait to get my hands on Andross. I'm going to tear his head off and put it in a blender!" Falco fidgeted nervously on the steering wheel. He pressed on the accelerator pad and the hover van hummed off towards the base.

Amy growled loudly again and Falco nearly swerved into another car. Falco, if was going to, couldn't use a supercomputer to count how many people Andross had killed. Tails was missing, but most likely alive, and that's probably the only person they trusted who didn't die in the hands of Andross, other than General Pepper, of course. Alex Brophy (although only ordered to act as Tails' uncle, was trusted as much as anyone else, Krystal (her death was indirect, but was driven by Andross), Katt, most likely Dr. Cobalt, and numerous others.

"Chill out, Amy," Falco said in a shy voice, "General Peppy predicts that Andross must be out of followers by now. We have a good idea about where he is hiding."

"WHERE?"

Quite obviously, Amy wasn't chilling out.

"General Pepper says he's using magic as a disguise. He's hiding somewhere inside the agency," Falco cowered at Amy's fury. She looked like something from 'The Horror from the Katinian Underground'. Even though Falco loved that movie, he really didn't want the horror in his passenger seat, dangerously close from plucking all the feathers from his body.

"Oh, you just wait until I find out."

**Third person Andy**

"Really, then?" Andy said skeptically, raising an eyebrow. Liliana's eyes suddenly blazed with green fire. Andy had only seen that look in three others: Falco, Amy, and himself. Surprised, he backed up a step. Liliana suddenly glowed white, and in a flashed, she wasn't there anymore. A sort of specter replaced where she was just standing. A ghost in Liliana's trenchcoat. A ghost.

"What did I tell you?" The vixen gave a small, faint smile and spread her arms, as if welcoming Andy's shocked expression.

**Third person Falco**

"Say, where's that badger?" Amy suddenly asked, looking around the crew. The raccoon shrugged and got the case that contained the burnt organ. Falco scratched his head and gave Amy a quizzical look.

"Who cares? I never liked him much anyway," Falco snorted, "With his stupid, sly expression and his dumb white hair... The guy smells like a monkey in a urinal."

"Monkey," Amy repeated, "A white-haired guy smelling like a monkey."

Falco froze in place, one foot inside the marble building and the other stuck outside. Amy, quick as a flash, picked him up with one paw and threw him in the van.

"Just wait, Falco, my boy."

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A/N: If you read closely, a lot of things are falling into place, especially with Liliana. I know this chapter is horribly short, but I need a few dreams to get my head back into gear.