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Episode 5: Viva Neo Vegas

Eledard Orbit

August 3, 2477

9:05 PM

The sky was a clear blue with nary a cloud within miles. The birds were chirping and the sun shined down on the grassy fields. A sneaky white-furred multi-tailed fox, carrying the traditional green traveler's sack, slipped from behind one tree to another, completely concealing himself from view behind its inch thick trunk. His head peaked out of what seemed like nothing to view the greedy Panda Emperor fill up his identical sack with the money of his raggedy subjects.

The kitsune slipped back behind the tree for a fraction of a second, this time stepping out dressed in a fancy kimono, a black hair bun, and geisha makeup on his face. He held a paper fan to conceal his face as he giggled and approached the Panda Emperor. The Emperor's heart pounded out of his chest as he howled and whistled at the approaching "girl." The Fox giggled and brushed up against the Panda Emperor seductively, switching sacks as the Emperor tried to win a kiss from "her." The kitsune pushed away and threw off his disguise, revealing his identity to the furious panda. He waved a few coins before the Panda Emperor, the bewildered villain checked his own back, only to find a large lit bomb with a skull on it inside. The bomb quickly exploded, leaving the Panda Emperor a crispy black as the kitsune dashed away with the loot.

Fox laughed hysterically at the antics of his cartoon hero. He had seen the episode before him ever since he was a little kit, but it never failed to leave him bawling with laughter. He was too busy rubbing a tear out of his eye and catching his breath to notice Kitt seat herself beside him on the couch.

"Aren't you a little old for watching cartoons?" She asked, leaning back and folding her hands behind her back to rest her head in them. Fox took a three second glimpse at her before returning his attention back to the television.

"Nah, you're never too old for Kazuki," he replied, still glued to the screen, "They're classics."

"Kid stuff if you ask me," she muttered, blowing the blonde and pink curl out of her face. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about the task they must do to pay for their ride. She looked at him again and then quietly groaned, "There's no way he'll be able to pull it off."

"Sin City dead ahead, you kids better get ready," the voice of Captain Vulpin announced on the PA. Sure enough, below the Silver Fox was the city of Neo Vegas. Based upon it's Earth predecessor, it was a lavish metropolis of gambling, sex, drinking, and violence, carefully hidden by the veil of a family tourist attraction. Neon lights filled up the sky with their ungodly glow, signs drawing those willing to wager it all on simple get-rich-quick games. Aircars and spacecrafts raced about the streets and skys of the city around the abnormal buildings massive complexes. It was the only place in Lylat where one could visit a replica of ancient Kitaru ruins of Aquas and then cross the street to visit a duplicate of the Venetian canals of planet Earth.

Kitt dug up the remote, which was sticking up halfway from underneath the cushion between her and Fox, and turned off the TV.

"Hey, I was watching that," the boy whined. He reached out for the remote and tried to snatch it from her. Unfortunately for him, he was too slow, and she leapt to her feet on the couch. Fox hopelessly continued reaching for it, but to no avail as he has being held back by her right foot. The boy folded his arms and pouted, "Cheater," he mumbled.

The ship clumsily landed down in the shadows of the desert outside the city. A hatch opened from beneath the hull, forming a ramp leading into the large spacecraft. Shortly after, Kitt casually exited the vessel to the sandy desert floor below. She waited there silently for several minutes, watching inside the entranceway.

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Fox scream as he hurtled out of the ship, landing face first in a sand dune near his vixen friend. A female lupine pirate standing in the ship's entrance dusted her hands off and walked back into ship muttering "Pervert" under her breath and leaving McCloud half-way buried upside-down in the sand. Kitt sighed and gave him a dirty glare as he wiggled his way out of the sand.

"Just don't mess this up, ok?" she growled as he coughed out the sand that had gotten into his mouth.

"Don't worry," he assured her, knocking the sand out of his fuzzy ears, "I done this sort of thing before, it'll be a piece of cake. I've done this sort of things a million times, just follow my lead and we're good."

It was past eleven when they finally arrived at their destination. Walking inside the casino Zati's Temple, themed after the ancient luck goddess of the Kitaru people who inhabited Aquas millennia ago, the boy's ears perked about listening to the jingle of loose coins flowing from vibrantly lit slot machines. He anxiously shuffled about the pile of cards concealed in his right hand under the white dress suit he had "borrowed" from the local clothing store. Kitt, wearing a fancy red satin dress also "borrowed" from the store, nervously eyed the area. A couple choice cards disappeared inside Fox's white sleeve as he confidently strolled toward the poker tables.

Fox moseyed about the numerous tables. He seated himself at a slightly less crowded table. Sitting beside him was an opossum gentleman dressed in a fancy white tuxedo. The gentleman was very well groomed except for his scraggly white hair that drooped messily over his face, slightly covering his goldenrod eyes. He confidently puffed the limp cigarette in his mouth before laying his hand on the table.

"Wow, you win again," exclaimed a dealer. She smirked as she shoved a whole pile of red, white and blue chips. Turning her attention to the new entrant, "Aren't you a little young to play, kid?"

Fox grinned and slid a laminated card with his photo on it. It was a driver's license to a Justin Bailey, age 22, with a picture of Fox with his sunglasses covering his eyes on the front. "Don't worry, the baby face throws everyone off," Fox replied slyly, "…Roxanna" He added, noticing the brass nametag on her burgundy outfit.

"Very well, Mr. Bailey. Everyone, place your bet," Roxanna announced, waving her shiny pink hair from in front of her face.

After placing his bet, the gentleman turned to the new player. "Dis yo firs time playin', mon ami?" he asked in his rough voice and heavy accent from the bayous. Although his voice was rather gruff, it did have a warm friendly tone to it.

"Nah, if I were you, I'd watch out though. I'm good at playing the hand I get," The boy laughed.

"If da's da case, den I guess I won' be goin' easy on ya'll," the gentleman also laughed, "By da way, da name's Lee, Alexandré Lee." He shook the boy's hand then picked up the cards handed to him.

As Fox picked up his cards, he couldn't quite help but notice the dealer had her eyes fixated on the gentleman sitting next to him. "Hit me," he said, tossing three cards to the brown raccoon, then receiving their replacement.

"Full house," she said confidently, playing her hand down. Both Fox and Lee tossed their cards in, neither having anything to compete with it. "House wins, pay up."

"Say, didn' you have a friend dere wit you?" Lee asked, noticing that Kitt was not with the boy anymore.

"Who? …Oh, you mean the missus. She probably had to use the bathroom or something," Fox chuckled nervously. He knew where she really had left to, it was all according to plan.

Meanwhile, Kitt slinked about the casino, slipping past everyone as casually as she could. She cautiously eyed all the surveillance cameras that littered the ceiling, silently she crossed her fingers hoping Fox to pull off his part of the job.

"A straight, looks like I win yet again boys," Roxanna gloated.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Fox conceded, "All I got is two pairs… Of ones." Smugly he flipped his cards over. Sure enough, there were four aces sitting there in his hand. The gentleman looked at him with bedazzlement, exposing his cards to be the exact same hand as well.

Simultaneously, the two leapt to their feet. "How did you… But I had that… You couldn't have… You cheated!" They shouted in unison.

"You both cheated," the dealer huffed, slamming her card onto the table angrily, "You do know that's against the…" Before she could finish, the boy looped his arms around the piles of chips and lifted them off the table. He quickly hightailed it away from the table as fast as his fuzzy legs would take him. "Security!" The dealer shouted as McCloud raced into a patch of slot machines. In the commotion, Mr. Lee discretely slipped out of sight.

Fox scrambled throughout the casino with an armful of poker chips. Every eye in the casino focused on the young thief as he raced toward his escape. All activity came to a stop, cards dropped, slot machines whirred to a halt, even the roulette table was at a standstill. Each and every single security camera locked on the fleeing vulpine, and in no time, a pack of security guards were on his bushy tail in hot pursuit.

As Fox scrambled through the casino, he could hear the music of the King himself begin to play.

Bright light city gonna set my soul,

Gonna set my soul on fire.

Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,

So get those stakes up higher.

"Nya nya, you can't catch me," the boy taunted as he scurried through an isle of slot machines, meeting an angry mob of security guards at the other end. He frantically turned around to see his pursuers quickly boxing him in. Trapped, he turned again, this time toward the chain of machines forming the barrier around him, then dashed straight toward them. He shot into the air, pushing himself off the row of machines with his feet and landed on the adjacent row. The force triggered a domino effect, sending machine after machine to crash below forming a brightly lit wave hurtling toward the pirate. "DAMMIT!" he screamed as he scrambled to stay one step ahead of the crashing wave.

There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there,

And they're all livin' devil may care,

And I'm just the devil with love to spare,

The end of the line came quickly upon the boy as his crashing bridge of one-armed bandits grew quickly sorter as a band of grinning security guards await his arrive with devilish grins. Dead ahead was an oasis of various card tables, however, they were to far for him to make in a single jump, and blocking his trajectory were the awaiting guards. Fox didn't have much time left, the wave of falling slot machines drew closer, closing his eyes he made a leap of faith. The boy sailed over the heads of most of the guards, springing off the shoulders of the one bringing the rear and sending him careening into his colleagues and forming a sizable pileup beside the wreckage of machines. Not only did it temporarily disable his pursuers, but the act provided him enough force to reach the tables safely.

Vivaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegas! Vivaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegas!

The boy hopped from table to table over guards and dealers alike as they reached out for his ankles. Chips rained down onto the all the players ducking and covering under the commotion above them. Confidently, Fox showed off with spin jumps and flips as bounded across the tables. Surely enough, pride came before the fall as the young pirate tripped over his own feet as he leaped off the final table. In the end he found himself crashing face first into the crimson carpet below. Slightly daze, the boy shook himself to his feet.

"Uh… oh…" he sighed, seeing a ring of security guards hovering over him. The boy wriggled and squirmed as the guards reached out at him. They were only able to grapple onto his legs, pulling the boy upside down. Squirming about like a freshly caught fish on a hook, Fox flailed his hands around, eventually snagging onto the belt of his capturer. In one quick movement, the boy whipped the belt off the guard's waist. Comically, the guard's trousers dropped to the floor exposing a pair of white boxer shorts with the clichéd pink hearts. Embarrassed, he dropped the boy, who, still wielding the belt, fell to the floor. Fox immediately rolled onto his feet and cracked the belt as a makeshift whip, forcing the guards at bay.

How I wish that there were more,

Than the twenty-four hours in the day,

'cause even if there were forty more,

I wouldn't sleep a minute away.

Fox worked his way out of the crowd and down a marked off corridor. His overconfidence lead him in a more-or-less direct path right into a new group of guards, ready to take care of the intruder. Fox slowly backed right into a tall body, looking up to see a grinning lion staring down at him. Fox laughed nervously for a second before slipping into one of the numerous doorways, six to be exact.

Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel,

A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal,

All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel.

Shortly after watching the boy duck into middle right door, the guards cautiously followed. Fox snickered as he sneaked out of the back right door undetected, tip-toeing across the hallway to the opposite door. However one guard noticed the slippery pirate and herded his colleagues to the far left door. From the closest left-hand doorway, the boy scrambled down the hallway into its opposite door, again with the guards on his tail. From the middle door now on the right side, Fox raced to the front left door. Clichés upon clichés raced about as the boy popped in and out of doorways and raced about the hallway in every which way before taking cover in another room, exuding the flavor of a stale episode of Scooby Doo. At one point the chase had turned around with Fox pursuing his pursuers before everyone figuring out the mix-up. Another was spiced up when the young pirate got his furry hands onto a motor scooter locked away in one of the rooms, which lasted until he crashed it in the next room. Wising up to the crafty Vulpine, the guards each waited outside a door, waiting for their prey to pop out again. However, they were completely unaware that they had be out foxed again as Fox clambered above their heads in the ventilation shafts.

Vivaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegas! Vivaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegas!

After traveling what he felt was a safe distance, Fox finally dropped out of an overhead grating. To his surprise, he found his landing much softer than he had expected, yet he felt less comfortable than if he ended up hitting the cold concrete floor. He found himself cradled in the arms of a sneering, though bewildered, Doberman.

"My hero," Fox sighed in a falsetto voice as he leaped from the security guard's arms and onto the floor. The boy raced down the hallway, cornering himself in a dead end. Fortunately for him, all was not lost as there were two elevators along the adjacent wall. The boy threw himself into the elevator and jabbed his right index finger into a random button. The elevator quickly raced to the building's top. Enraged with humiliation, the Doberman stomped into the other elevator, and tailed the frantic vulpine.

Viva Neo Vegas with you neon flashin',

And your one-arm bandits crashin',

All those hopes down the drain.

Up and down they raced, only stopping to check the if the coast was clear before spotting each other and starting all over again. People wandering about outdoors stopped watched in amazement as the blinking lights of the two elevators charged up and down the casino's wall. Much to McCloud's surprise, the other guards shut down the power to his elevator, stranding on the ground floor for an easy capture. The lights in his elevator vanished, leaving Fox alone in the darkness. In a panic, the boy frantically mashed the buttons to no avail. After coming all this way, the crafty pirate was not ready to give up just yet. He quickly leaped against the wall, shoving off it toward a small panel on the ceiling, in which he popped open with ease. Pulling himself up, Fox snatched the panel and began to shimmy his way up the elevator's cable. Upon reaching the next floor, he swung his body around the pole with the panel placed between his feet, stretching as far as he could to the closed steel doors. It was times like this where he wished he was taller than 5' 7", however, his luck paid off as his stature was just enough to reach salvation. Wedging the panel between the two doors, he began to push with all his might to pry the doors open, rocking back and forth to increase his force. After a few swing, he managed to finally pop them open, then looped around the cable once, timing his release just perfectly so that he sailed through the doors just before they closed again.

Turnin' night into daytime,

If you see it once,

You'll never be the same again.

The carpeting burned his skin as he skidded to a halt. Ignoring the pain, Fox staggered to his feet, shielding his eyes from the bright lights of the casino he found himself in. The boy groaned as he spotted yet even more security guards hounding him down. Once again, the chase was on as he bolted down the casino, leaping on card tables and slot machines, swinging on lights, pushing past baffled guests, and blowing kisses out to all the waitresses he passed.

I'm gonna keep on the run,

I'm gonna have me some fun,

If it costs me my very last dime.

Ducking and diving past lunging guards, Fox hurtled himself up onto a roulette table. He continued to run, finding his pursuers gaining on him fast. He continued to accelerate in vain, noticing he wasn't moving anywhere. Glancing at his feet, he noticed the red and black strips swirl round and round. Frustrated, the boy slapped his forehead realizing his folly. He then just shrugged and stopped running, letting the force of the wheel's spin fling him across the room.

If I wind up broke up well,

I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time,

I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got,

Lady luck please let the dice stay hot,

Let me shout a seven with ev'ry shot.

Fox grew more and more desperate, everywhere he turned a grinning guard was there to steal his freedom. He scurried out the casino, into the resort's prominence. He raced blindly into the theater, ducking into another marked off section. His heat felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, in a last attempt to ditch the "hounds," he slinked into a randomly selected room.

Fox could hear the guards stamped past the room. Sighing deeply with relief, he observed his surroundings. It appeared to be some sort of dressing room. Pulling out an unused costume, McCloud grinned deviously. Minutes later the guards returned as they checked every room. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You perverts!" Fox screeched in the highest voice he could produce as he threw miscellaneous objects at the guards as they opened the door. Bright red with embarrassment, they quickly shut the door and went on their way. Fox laughed victoriously, dressed in a golden bikini with bright red feathers streaming out in the back and a brightly colored feathery headdress, his disguise completely fooled them. They weren't the only ones deceived by his cleaver resourcefulness.

"Come on, the show's starting," A cheetah man said, grabbing the boy's arm, "You're gonna be late yanno, can't keep the crowd waiting." He led Fox backstage to a group of young women all dressed in the same outfit as the one on his body. "Alright ladies, we're starting, break a leg now," she announced as they linked arms forming a line across the stage. Man, that has to be the homeliest looking broad I've ever seen. They must be really getting to the bottom of the barrel with her, the man thought to himself looking at Fox as the curtain raised.

Vivaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegas! Vivaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegas!

Much to Fox's shock, he found himself in a chorus-line of typical Vegas showgirls. Fox kicked along with them in perfect unison and even matching their height as well. Although dressed in drag, Fox was relieved to have shaken his pursuers, letting his mind focus on other things. Grinning lustfully, he slowly crept his hand down the back of the adjacent girls.

An ear piecing scream could be heard outside the theater, followed by the sound of a loud blow.

Vivaaaaaaaaaaa, Vivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Neo Vegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!

Meanwhile, during the entire commotion Fox stirred up. Kitt tiptoed her way down the empty hallway toward her target. She held her fingers crossed, hoping the Fox's shenanigans were more than enough to keep security busy while she made her way to the casino's main computer system. Her heart beat a mile a minute each time she checked every bend and intersection, each time finding it completely empty. If Fox was good at anything, it was making a scene, and this was a true masterpiece.

Several minutes later, she found her standing at the door stop of her goal. Her heart felt as if it were coming to a halt as she opened the door, tossing a small canister into the room before instantly shutting it again. A minute passed before she opened it again, everyone operating the main computer system lay on the floor or slumped in their chairs in a deep sleep. The faint scent knock-out gas enveloped her, but it had cleared out enough to have any effect on her. She slowly crept her way to the large machine, a small monitor above her head played out Fox's big chase in perfect detail before her. Paying no attention to it, she slipped a small disk into the machine, then typed in a few commands on the keyboard before her.

"Good work lassy," the voice of Captain Vulpin congratulated her. A small real-time video window featuring his likeness popped up on the computer's main monitor. "You know what to do, just upload the new code into the CPU and we'll handle the rest here."

"I'm on it," she replied, punching in the commands. Timer bars on the screen confirmed the success of the download.

"Great job! Now leave the rest to me." Another timer bar popped up onto the screen, this one signifying the download of a good-sized fraction of the casino's assets. Kitt watched wide-eyed as the percentage completed grew by each second, the tension could be cut with a knife.

"Well, now, what do we have here?" squeaked a the figure of a small feline. She spun around on her office chair with enjoyment as she watched the entire event play out before her on her computer screen. The said screen happened to be the only light source cutting the pitch blackness of the room. The feline giggled, and started typing various commands on her keyboard. "Naughty, naughty, foxies, you know better than to take what's not yours," she whispered. The white light of her monitor reflected off the lenses of her turquoise goggles cloaking her eyes in a white veil. A mischievous grin slinked across her mouth as she twirled the strands of white hair dangling in front of her face.

"Kathlene, honey, are you ok in there?" A woman's voice shouted from down the hall.

"I'm fine mother," the girl growled, her pink fuzzy tail flicked about in fustration.

"Ok, did you clean your room?"

Kathlene paused for a moment, staring at the piles of miscellaneous memorabilia of sword-wielding elves in green tunics, yellow rats with red cheeks, and chubby Italian plumbers. "Yes mom," she lied.

Her mother quieted. The girl then turned her attention back toward the thieves on her monitor. The timer bar had reached ninety-eight percent completion. Her mouth reformed into a guilty grin as she pushed down the enter key of her keyboard. "No, no, I don't thinks this time."

Back in the computer control room of the casino, Kitt was sweating bullets as she watched the timer bar reach completion. Right as it was changing from ninety-nine to one hundred percent, the bar started to rapidly decrease.

"WHAT IN BLAZES!" Vulpin shouted as he watched his booty slip from his fingers. His crew scrambled to retrieve the information, entering hundreds of lines of code to no avail. "What the bloody 'ell is going on here! This isn't supposed to 'appen!"

Beside the window displaying Vulpin popped up an identical video window. The new window's quality was of far less quality, resembling streamed media from a home webcam. In it bore the likeness of a shadowy character, it was incredibly dark wherever this stranger was located, only enough light to make out a very young feminine feline appearance with pink and white fur and a pair of shining goggles over her eyes. "Uh uh uh. Didn't your mommy ever teach it's not nice to steal?" she squaked.

"What the..!" Kitt shouted.

"I shoulda known, a bloody 'acker," snarled the captain.

"Not just any hacker, the cutest one ever," the hacker boasted.

"Shaddap you, and tell me were you put my money," Vulpin snapped.

"Your money? Last time I checked it belonged to the casino," scoffed the feline.

"Just who are you?" asked Kitt.

"I'm me, you're friendly neighborhood internet rebel. Now if you excuse me, I have to figure out what to do with the money," the hacker taunted, "Now what to do with twelve million kei… Of yeah, I kinda sorta forgot to mention, you might wanna get outta here, I already alerted the authorites and they'll be over here in a few minutes. If you don't wanna be put in the pokey, you might wanna skedaddle now." Winking arrogantly, she cut the transmission of her message.

"Shit! Kitt, that girl wasn't kiddin', she purposely tripped the silent alarm when she 'acked us." Vulpin informed the vixen. She took no hesitation in making her escape, only slowing to retrieve the disk and cursing the mysterious feline under her breath she blindly raced down the hallways. It was too late for stealth, now she had to get out of there while she still had a chance. Despite her panic, her mind was less on her escape than it were on the safety of McCloud.

She had good reason to worry for him too. After the show, Fox changed into his normal white jacket, green shirt and pants combo. He had never removed his lucky bandana, however, having safely tucked it into the bra of his disguise, there was no way he'd ever part from that thing. Those show girls really pack a punch, he thought to himself as he rubbed his sore cheek. He couldn't believe his luck, he stuck his fuzzy head out the door, not a guard to be seen anywhere. The boy proceeded to tip-toe his way down the hallway, back out into the casino, where again, the coast was clear. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he casually strolled toward the exit, he even whistled a cheery tune. As he continued walking, he felt something cold jab him in the back. Still whistling, the boy calmly raised his hands in the air and u-turned back into the casino. Behind him were a pair of vicious-looking Jaguars grinning malevolently as they held a concealed handgun to the boy's back. They led Fox out of the casino and into a dimly lit bar, through the bar all they way back into the men's room.

"You know what we're here for… StarFox," hissed the first once they were inside. "That reward on your fuzzy head just keeps getting bigger and bigger, I think it's about time somebody finally cashes in on it." He shoved the gun into the boys back, maneuvering him into an empty toilet stall. Fox just continued whistling. "Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. After all, you are wanted alive… or DEAD." He and his partner laughed villainously. Fox made not a single move, just continued whistling.

He arrogantly completed his song, still keeping his cool despite the danger he was in. As soon he finished the very last note, he whipped around and kicked the gun out of his capture's hand. Catching it in midair, he released the cartridge into the bowl and flicked the leaver, watching the bullets spiral down the drain before calmly handing the empty gun back.

"You little SHIT!" He roared, diving toward the vulpine. Instinctively, Fox leaped over him, stretching his legs out to hold himself up as the jaguar sailed below him, as he did so, Fox gave him a little extra push landing his attacker's face into the toilet. As the first jaguar sputter and coughed the filthy water out of his system, his partner took a swing at McCloud. The attack caught the boy off guard and made a direct hit to his groin. Whimpering with pain, Fox dropped to the floor, landing on the first attacker and smashing his face back into the bowl.

The boy rolled off the jaguar's back right as his partner tried to smash him with both hands. Right as he got up, the first attacker found his face back in the commode. This gave Fox a chance to counter, grabbing onto the door, he kicked off the second attacker causing him to fall over the first, once again knocking him into the drink. The force also flung the door open, with Fox still hanging on, giving him a good head start toward the door. However, he was cut off as an innocent entered the room to answer nature's call.

Fox swung around, spotting a small open window. He scrambled up the wall and squeezed his way out. His position didn't improve, however, finding himself hanging out of an imitation marble pillar, with busy traffic racing below. There was only one way to go from where he was, swing all the way out, Fox clung onto the pillar as tightly as he could and inched his was upwards. As he climbed, he felt something grab a hold of his left foot.

Looking below, he could see the razor sharp teeth of the feline duo as pulled the pirate toward them. Fox scrambled to keep his position, kicking frantically to share free. Fox was definitely a slippery one, managing pull out and shimmy his way upward. Determined to cash in on Fox's bounty, the duo made their way out of the window and climbed after him. The chase carried on several stories, making it's way to the brightly colored neon signs lighting up the night.

Fortunately, the lights were enclosed in a small indentation in the wall, big enough for Fox to climb into and have standing room. He quickly ran to the other side, he knew he could easily step on their hands and cause the to plummet to the streets below, but he was a pirate, not a murderer. Instead he removed his bandana and wrapped it around his hands, being as long as it was, he was able to safely cover each hand and still be able to move without much hindrance.

Turning toward the lights, he too one last look at his pursuers before grabbing hold and pulling himself upwards. He could feel the warmth of the tube casings of the lights as he ascended up them, his bandana absorbed most of the heat making it bearable to continue. Swinging like a gymnast, he flipped himself into the air, grabbling hold of the building's roof.

After making it to solid ground again, he watched as the duo struggled to keep up with him, retying his bandana around his neck. He could hear them bicker as they made their way upward, yelping from the burns they receive. Eventually they reached the roof, and Fox was ready for them.

Free from worry of harming innocent bystanders, the boy was prepared to stand his ground. He swiftly evaded their initial pounce with a simple back flip. Landing on his hands, the boy returned a swift kick to each attacker as he returned to his feet in what appeared to be some strange variation of break-dancing. Madder than ever, the two charged in simultaneously. Blows were exchanged by all parties, Fox used is light-footedness to his advantage, evading the vast majority of their attacks. After a short, but intense battle, he finally finished the match-up with a powerful roundhouse to their faces. The two toppled over each other unconsciously.

"Hmmph, amateurs," Fox boasted, triumphantly dusting his hands off. He looked over the slumped felines and chuckled softly to himself. "Shouldn't have messed with a pro space pirate… You gotta get up pretty early to catch ol' StarFox of guard."

Whaaaam!

Fox felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Looking up he could only see a dark figure watching over him as his vision faded to black.