Good news, a new chappie. Bad news, it might take me a little while to
update because I have a lot of research papers due in classes. But if you
just keep reviewing and bugging me, I promise to try.
Shout out to my reviewers!
Fox McCloud: Gotta say it, I luv the name ^_^ Thank you so much for the review. I love you Fox!! Yeah, I was also wondering who the president would be, so I thought leaving out a name would be the best approach. I was thinking about adding in a woman president, but a woman would be all touchy-feely with Fox; not the approach I wanted. Gimme a name, I'll add it in.
Boysetsfire: Just on a hunch, you're a pyro, right? I could kiss you for the review, but sadly I have a boyfriend. . . .it's ok, he doesn't have to know. LOL. Well, I wanted them to have the same calendar system, so I made it like they slipped through a cut in time, kind like the Stephen King novel/movie "The Langoliers."
Tiger64: * sniff sniff * I can't make any funny remarks on your name. 'Tis ok. I like the flashbacks a lot. In fact, my other stories, which I'm attempting to finish, are stories about Fox's life. So, a lot of the time, you'll see connections between the stories. I just thought it would be interesting. Thank you thank you thank you for reviewing. I love you!!
Cougar-Hunt: You are definitely awesome. Thank you for your support and inspiration for my other story as well. And, as I promised, I updated "Past Story." But the chappies are kinda small. I promise for more if you promise to review . . . . . is it a promise . . .. ? Sorry for thinking you were a girl. I'm just a stupid Sicilian girl, don't mind my mistakes. . .
And now for the show!
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Two months, it had passed two months since the president's visit to Fox. Fox actually thought the president would be back sooner; he seemed so interested in him. But, then again, things don't just happen over night. One thing Fox was sick of was the constant questions over and over again. He was very tired of stating his name and where he was from. A new question, however, was what kind of animal he was.
Everyone just assumed him a fox. Officials started questioning if he actually was a fox, because he was an alien. Sure enough, Fox answered back with "I'm a red fox." Throwing off the officials, Fox felt satisfied. If he had to sit in this hell hole, he's was going to make their job a lot more stressful; which was exactly what he did.
Back at the academy, they learned several different approaches with trying to get out of being a prisoner of war. Well, he wasn't exactly a prisoner of war, but was treated as one.
The first approach of being nice and sweet only lasted a good month. He started the sweet approach right after his famous conversation with the president. Everyday he would answer every single question, as most helpful as possible. At first, everyone was very impressed with his cooperation, but started to get used to it. He would even offer to hold the door open for Sheryl when she was leaving his room. She knew that he wasn't even allowed towards the door, so she had to deny his offer.
After a month of pretending to be the 'boy next door' the attempt was futile. The second attempt began. At the academy, when they would do role- playing for attempts of getting out, Fox was always the best at the second approach.
The act of being as loud and obnoxious was an easy task for Fox. Everyday when someone would come to ask a few more questions, Fox would answer them, but always with sarcasms. He acted bored with the questioning and was always pretending to be preoccupied, his mind never 100% on the person.
Sheryl always had a clue what was going on. She took record of his mood changes. He would go to great depths just to be a pain in the ass. Such as yelling at the mirror for three hours that he wants to take a bath or trying to rearrange the room with the sparse furniture in the room.
He just kept it up. He knew he had two other choices for escape. The third attempt is the silent treatment. He had tried that in the beginning, but not out of choice. The silent treatment just pissed off Freeman, something he didn't want to do anymore.
The fourth attempt is to strategically plan out an escape route. Fox secretly was planning, but he needed the president to bring him to the site of his arwing and ship. So, he was stuck with being the class clown.
Fox was scratching the paint off the walls with his nails, making words, when the door opened. He was on the letter 'k' in suck. Glancing back towards the door to see who had come in, he only saw it was Freeman. The elder man looked over the work on the wall to see what he was writing. Fox went back to his work after seeing who was at the door.
"Nice. Here's some clothes we got from your ship. The president is here to bring you on a field trip." Freeman said, throwing clothes on his bed. Fox finished the 's'. He moved back to see his work of art; "Freeman Sucks." Smiling with himself, Fox felt content. He moved over to the bed to see what kind of clothes they grabbed for him.
Someone had no sense of style. They had grabbed his Pacific Sunwear jeans, but had grabbed his American Eagle shirt. Striding over to the mirror, he held up the clothes.
"Yeah, I need to talk to Captain America in there. I can't wear Pac Sun and AE. They just don't go!" Fox yelled to the mirror. He just waited for the door to burst open with an angry Freeman.
Nope, no Freeman, instead it was Sheryl. She nicely opened the door to find Fox watching the door.
"Fox, please just wear the clothes. They didn't know what to get. We were all surprised you had Earth name brand clothes. Please just wear the clothes." Sheryl begged, setting down a pair of Fox's shoes, Adidas Campus II.
"Fine, but, where do you want me to dress?" Fox asked stubbornly. Sheryl held out her hand, signaling around the room.
"Are you kidding?! Those pervs could see me!" Fox said, lifting his hand up to the mirror.
"Fox, no one will watch you dress." Sheryl said, sighing. He was just like a little kid.
"Yeah right. I won't do it. That's just gross. At least let me go to the bathroom and get dressed." Fox suggested. Sheryl seemed to be contemplating rather or not to let him. Rule of thumb with letting Fox use the bathroom was he got tops, 10 minutes. When he was allowed to take a shower he only got 15 minutes.
"Fox . . . . .fine. Lets go." She said, opening up the door, and holding out her hand to grab his. Under one arm, Fox held his clothes and grabbed his shoes. With his free hand, he held Sheryl's hand. It was required that when he used the bathroom, he had to hold someone's hand.
She led him down the hall to his very own bathroom. He knew it well. In the bathroom, he had his toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, everything. Sheryl closed the door and stood right outside, waiting.
It didn't take very long for him to get dressed. In minutes the door opened up again, revealing the dressed fox. Fox even had his blue shoes on.
"You look great, now, lets go. The president is waiting." Sheryl said, taking Fox's hand. Fox just left his old clothes in the bathroom. He figured he was the only one who was in there.
As they walked down the hall, Fox watched them pass up the door to his room they usually turned down. Mentally, Fox was memorizing all the turns they made in the building. Finally, what seemed like forever, they made it to the elevator.
"Fox, why are you always so obnoxious?" Sheryl asked.
"Obnoxious? I think I act fine." He replied, stepping into the elevator. Sheryl pressed the button to get them to ground level.
"I can tell, Fox. You're always so loud and annoying. Do you want attention?"
"Maybe. At least I can say I achieved something." Fox muttered. Sheryl just starred at him. She had a clue at what he was doing. She was, after all, a psychiatrist.
The elevator made it to the ground level. As the elevator opened, saw, for a split second, a beautiful lobby with marble tile. Reporters littered the whole lobby trying to get an interview with the alien.
Fox didn't think he ever had so many pictures taken of him. They just kept flashing and flashing. Sheryl grabbed his hand and pulled him through the big crowd of people.
It was so loud, Fox couldn't even think. Everyone was shooting out questions. "Why are you here?" "Give us a statement?" "Are you a messenger from god?" Fox was a little confused on the last question he heard. He barely went to church.
"Just don't try answering them Fox. It's easy not to say anything." Sheryl said to Fox, pulling him through the group.
Finally, what seemed like forever, Fox made it to the head of the building. Waiting by the glass doors were big military men holding guns. They pushed the reporters away as they opened the door for the couple.
Outside, a black limousine was waiting for Fox and Sheryl. The door was even open, waiting for them. Many military men stood on the sides, holding the people away.
Walking to the limousine, Fox had to stop and look around. It had been so long since he had seen the outside. Everything looked different from what he had grown up with. There weren't a lot of planes flying in the sky, which was weird for Fox to see. Instead of seeing animal faces and such, he saw human faces. It was all really odd to him.
Although the door to the car didn't look quite inviting, Fox knew he had no other choices. If he really felt like being daring, he could always take a run for it. He didn't exactly feel like being shot that particular day; maybe tomorrow.
Sheryl pushed Fox into the car, stepping in herself after him, and slamming the door shut. Across from Fox and Sheryl, the familiar president sat, along with Agent Freeman and a familiar face.
"Hello Mr. McCloud. I've heard some interesting stories with what you've been doing lately. Getting bored, are we?" The president asked, smiling. Fox couldn't quite place who that familiar person was.
"You can call me Fox." Fox replied. "Yeah, I'm pretty bored."
To Fox's surprise, Sheryl leaned over and kissed the familiar man. Noticing the look from the vulpine, Sheryl moved back to her position beside him.
"Fox, do you remember me? I'm Agent Henning. I was the man that broke your rib." The familiar face said, laughing.
"He's my husband." Sheryl explained. It dawned on Fox. Oh yes, he remembered Agent Henning well.
"Yeah I remember you."
"Good. My wife has been telling a great deal about you. You're one interesting little creature." Agent Henning replied, smiling. Sheryl returned the smile.
"I hope I'm not to much trouble." Fox replied, smiling to himself.
"Well, Fox. I decided that today we would take you to your ship and check some stuff out." The president said. "And maybe check out your arwing."
"Sounds great." Fox replied, looking out the tinted windows. Although he was trying to remember where they took the turns and stuff, he knew he couldn't. Being somewhat part of the military, he knew that they were to smart to just take him directly there; quickest way possible. They would take unnecessary turns and stops, just to throw him off.
Around two hours later, after the long car ride, the car finally stopped at their destination. Having the door opened for him, Fox looked up to see a huge building. It looked more like a stadium it was so big. Sheryl took his hand, expecting to lead him into the building.
Walking in front of them were about 18 military men, holding their guns. The President walked right behind Fox and Sheryl, watching Fox's reactions to the building. Agent Henning walked beside the president as well.
"What is this place?" Fox asked, getting closer to the huge, Greek looking architecture. It had beautiful gray stones and great pillars. Fox half expected to see people, reporters, off on the sides, bombarding them with questions. They weren't there.
"This is where we put your arwings and such." Agent Henning replied. "It's not far from where you landed, conveniently.
Arriving at the big doors, the military men already had them open. The inside was about as extravagant as the outside. The room was huge. Humans were white lab coats were running around the immense room. In the middle of the room was the Great Fox. Fox wanted anything more than to just run up to it and fly out of there. On the sides were the arwings. Fox could see that the humans took a lot of things out of the Great Fox, leaving them on carts and lab tables.
"Well, what do you think?" The president asked, stopping behind the fox.
"I think you have my ship." Fox replied, walking forward. The president picked up his pace to keep up with Fox.
"Did you bring my friends here too?" Fox asked.
"Uh, no. Your toad friend was saying to bring you, your avian friends is way to hostile." The president said. Fox rolled his eyes, typical Falco. "And your hare friend said to bring you."
"Oh," Fox responded, walking closer to the Great Fox.
"Can I ask why?" The president asked, they arrived at the Great Fox. Fox turned towards the president.
"'Cause I'm their leader. Now, what do you want me to show you?" Fox asked, taking control of the situation.
"Let's just start with some stuff on the outside, ok?" The president said. Fox nodded. He didn't have much of a choice. They walked off to a little table that held a lot of Fox's belongings.
"Ok, what's this?" The president asked, picking up his blaster.
"My blaster." Fox responded.
"How do you use it?" The president asked. By now, a lot of the people in coats were watching them.
Fox lifted an eyebrow. "Do you want me to use it?"
The president thought. "Yes, would you please." He said, handing Fox the blaster.
Fox looked around for a target. "What do you want me to shoot?"
The president looked around. "Shoot that pop can on the desk up there." The president said, pointing to a can of pop up on the second level. Fox just nodded. He was no sharp shooter, but was pretty good.
He turned it on and charged it up. "Ok, here it goes." Fox said and let out the blast. Sure enough, the can was hit and fell to the floor.
"Great. Wonderful. Did you see how he got it to work?" The president asked the white-coated lab men. They were writing furiously and nodding.
"What else do you want to see?" Fox asked, looking bored. The president started walking ahead, walking past tables of Fox's stuff. The President stopped at a smaller table, full of electronics.
"Here, what's this?" He asked, picking up a little miniature laptop. It could fit in the palm of his hand.
"That's the ship's log." Fox said, taking it from the president. He didn't want to open it in case it did work. Allowing the humans to see the log might show them how to get to Cornaria; something he didn't want.
"Can you make it work?"
"No, it got broke when we came here." Fox lied. A quick and easy wire attachment would easily make it work.
"Here, we took his off you when we detained you." The president said, holding his wristband controller. Fox's eyes widened with excitement. Grabbing it from the president, he looked it over for any broken spots.
"Is that what you were taking about a little while back?" The president asked.
"Yeah, do you have my communicator?"
Agent Henning picked up the device from the electronics table, offering it to Fox. The president watched as Fox pressed a few buttons on the wristband. The communicator opened up a flash of light and a dogs face came into view in midair.
"Fox?! Fox, where are you man?! General Pepper is having a shit fit!" Bill yelled at the vulpine.
"Bill, relax. I can't talk very long." Fox said, looking at all the people around him. The president looked curious and interested.
"Dude, where the hell are you? You just, like, vanished." Bill asked, unaware of the people around his friend.
"I took a little detour." Fox replied hoping that was an acceptable answer for his long time friend.
"Man, you missed this awesome mission General P had for ya guys. He gave it to some little shitty mercenary group. I guess they only got it completed, not accomplished. Pepper's pretty pissed. He really wanted you to have it."
"Damn it. How much did it pay?"
"Shit load but the mercenary group didn't get the whole pay check."
"Damn, that sucks."
"Yeah. Hey, why don't you have your comlink with you? I've been, like, trying to get a hold of you forever. You know, we were supposed to do something for your birthday?" Bill said.
"Oh yeah. Sorry, dude, I totally forgot. It's alright. The next birthday is the one that really counts. We'll totally do something for that one." Fox said, trying to sound as casual as possible. This might be the last time he talks with his friend.
Sheryl looked at Fox. She never saw his talk like this before. He sounded so casual, so grown up, so. . .so. . .happy. That's what he sounded like, happy. As she stared at the fox, she realized that he didn't belong here. He belonged back with his friend, back to his life. He didn't deserve to be a caged in animal.
"Yeah so, how about getting together sometime? I just saw Katt. She says that we should all go out sometime. But I think she just wants Falco." Bill said, laughing to himself.
"Yeah, we should get together sometime." Fox said, looking down. He knew it would never happen. He would never see his friend again.
"Hey man, you alright? You look bumped."
"Yeah, I'm fine. You know how I get around this time. It was only, like, a month ago." Fox said looking up. Sheryl continued staring at him, wondering what he was talking about.
"Oh yeah. Fox, dude, you should have called me! We would have totally drowned our sorrows in liquor."
Fox laughed. "Yeah, but I just kind of wanted to be alone, ya know?"
"Yeah, work shit out." Bill said. The president continued watching the conversation, not wanted to interrupt.
"Exactly. So how're things back home?"
"Ehh, the normal. Well, at least no more attacks from Venom, thanks to you."
"Hey, you helped too." Fox replied.
Bill chuckled. "Very little. So little, I wasn't even mentioned. It doesn't matter though. I understand your reasoning for doing it. It wasn't for fame."
Fox nodded slightly. He had to bring up his father. "Yeah. So, things back home are same old same old?"
"Yep. The repairs on Cornaria City are almost complete, finally. I swear to god, it was Venoms ambition to put us into debt."
"Yeah, knowing them, probably." Fox said, looking at the president to see how much time he had left to chat.
"Hey, Fox, where are you guys? I can't find you guys anywhere!" Bill said.
"Uh, we decided to take a little stop over from a mission we took." Fox lied.
"Yeah? Where are you then?" Bill asked.
"I dunno. Some little place by the Krakic System." Fox said, trying to sound as less interested as possible. He hoped that Bill would get the subtle hints of where he was.
"By the Krakic system? What the hell are you doing there?" Bill asked, understanding where he was. Bill always excelled in mapping and different universes.
"I dunno. Just decided to be a visitor." Fox replied. Sheryl caught his hints and what he was up to. She secretly looked around the room to see if they did as well. No one else looked as though they did.
"Oh, that sounds cool. Is it nice there?"
"Ehh, home's a lot better." Fox said honestly.
"Yeah I bet. Dude, a lot of hot chicks there?"
"Not exactly." Fox said, laughing, looking at the people. Bill caught why he was constantly looking around, and understood that people were watching their conversation.
"That sucks then. How're their planes?" Bill asked.
"God, you are obsessed!" Fox exclaimed.
"What can I say? If I can't be as good as a flyer as you, I'll at least be familiar with aircrafts. How're they?"
"Pretty shitty. Totally old school. Not even my dad old school. This is totally a third world planet when it comes to military."
Sheryl glanced at the president to see how he felt on their turn of conversation. He didn't look fazed at all. He still listened, arms crossed.
"Man, that sucks. I don't understand how planets can be so stupid. Lemme guess, they still use fuel for their air crafts?"
Fox nodded.
"Damn! That's pathetic! Fox, dude, ya gotta show 'em your arwing. Totally be like, 'Check out this baby compared to your pieces of shit.'" Bill said laughing.
"Oh, I will." Fox said, laughing.
Bill started squinting and looking hard at Fox.
"Damn you Fox. I knew it!! You totally stole my AE shirt. When you come back, I'm stealing it back." Bill said, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Not to sure about that Bill." Fox said laughing a bit. Sheryl understood what they were talking about.
"Yeah, well, I've gotta go. Unlike you mercenary people, real military men don't get to take frequent breaks. I suppose I'll catch ya later then."
"Yeah sure. I'll talk with you later Bill." Fox said, pressing a few buttons on his wristband. The face disappeared as quick as it came up.
Everyone looked at him.
"That was my friend, if you didn't guess." Fox explained.
Sheryl looked at Fox. Fox looked back. She moved up to his body close, taking the wristband off his arm. She was so close; Fox could feel her body heat against his.
Moving her head upwards, she whispered, "So, when do you plan on escaping?"
Shout out to my reviewers!
Fox McCloud: Gotta say it, I luv the name ^_^ Thank you so much for the review. I love you Fox!! Yeah, I was also wondering who the president would be, so I thought leaving out a name would be the best approach. I was thinking about adding in a woman president, but a woman would be all touchy-feely with Fox; not the approach I wanted. Gimme a name, I'll add it in.
Boysetsfire: Just on a hunch, you're a pyro, right? I could kiss you for the review, but sadly I have a boyfriend. . . .it's ok, he doesn't have to know. LOL. Well, I wanted them to have the same calendar system, so I made it like they slipped through a cut in time, kind like the Stephen King novel/movie "The Langoliers."
Tiger64: * sniff sniff * I can't make any funny remarks on your name. 'Tis ok. I like the flashbacks a lot. In fact, my other stories, which I'm attempting to finish, are stories about Fox's life. So, a lot of the time, you'll see connections between the stories. I just thought it would be interesting. Thank you thank you thank you for reviewing. I love you!!
Cougar-Hunt: You are definitely awesome. Thank you for your support and inspiration for my other story as well. And, as I promised, I updated "Past Story." But the chappies are kinda small. I promise for more if you promise to review . . . . . is it a promise . . .. ? Sorry for thinking you were a girl. I'm just a stupid Sicilian girl, don't mind my mistakes. . .
And now for the show!
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Two months, it had passed two months since the president's visit to Fox. Fox actually thought the president would be back sooner; he seemed so interested in him. But, then again, things don't just happen over night. One thing Fox was sick of was the constant questions over and over again. He was very tired of stating his name and where he was from. A new question, however, was what kind of animal he was.
Everyone just assumed him a fox. Officials started questioning if he actually was a fox, because he was an alien. Sure enough, Fox answered back with "I'm a red fox." Throwing off the officials, Fox felt satisfied. If he had to sit in this hell hole, he's was going to make their job a lot more stressful; which was exactly what he did.
Back at the academy, they learned several different approaches with trying to get out of being a prisoner of war. Well, he wasn't exactly a prisoner of war, but was treated as one.
The first approach of being nice and sweet only lasted a good month. He started the sweet approach right after his famous conversation with the president. Everyday he would answer every single question, as most helpful as possible. At first, everyone was very impressed with his cooperation, but started to get used to it. He would even offer to hold the door open for Sheryl when she was leaving his room. She knew that he wasn't even allowed towards the door, so she had to deny his offer.
After a month of pretending to be the 'boy next door' the attempt was futile. The second attempt began. At the academy, when they would do role- playing for attempts of getting out, Fox was always the best at the second approach.
The act of being as loud and obnoxious was an easy task for Fox. Everyday when someone would come to ask a few more questions, Fox would answer them, but always with sarcasms. He acted bored with the questioning and was always pretending to be preoccupied, his mind never 100% on the person.
Sheryl always had a clue what was going on. She took record of his mood changes. He would go to great depths just to be a pain in the ass. Such as yelling at the mirror for three hours that he wants to take a bath or trying to rearrange the room with the sparse furniture in the room.
He just kept it up. He knew he had two other choices for escape. The third attempt is the silent treatment. He had tried that in the beginning, but not out of choice. The silent treatment just pissed off Freeman, something he didn't want to do anymore.
The fourth attempt is to strategically plan out an escape route. Fox secretly was planning, but he needed the president to bring him to the site of his arwing and ship. So, he was stuck with being the class clown.
Fox was scratching the paint off the walls with his nails, making words, when the door opened. He was on the letter 'k' in suck. Glancing back towards the door to see who had come in, he only saw it was Freeman. The elder man looked over the work on the wall to see what he was writing. Fox went back to his work after seeing who was at the door.
"Nice. Here's some clothes we got from your ship. The president is here to bring you on a field trip." Freeman said, throwing clothes on his bed. Fox finished the 's'. He moved back to see his work of art; "Freeman Sucks." Smiling with himself, Fox felt content. He moved over to the bed to see what kind of clothes they grabbed for him.
Someone had no sense of style. They had grabbed his Pacific Sunwear jeans, but had grabbed his American Eagle shirt. Striding over to the mirror, he held up the clothes.
"Yeah, I need to talk to Captain America in there. I can't wear Pac Sun and AE. They just don't go!" Fox yelled to the mirror. He just waited for the door to burst open with an angry Freeman.
Nope, no Freeman, instead it was Sheryl. She nicely opened the door to find Fox watching the door.
"Fox, please just wear the clothes. They didn't know what to get. We were all surprised you had Earth name brand clothes. Please just wear the clothes." Sheryl begged, setting down a pair of Fox's shoes, Adidas Campus II.
"Fine, but, where do you want me to dress?" Fox asked stubbornly. Sheryl held out her hand, signaling around the room.
"Are you kidding?! Those pervs could see me!" Fox said, lifting his hand up to the mirror.
"Fox, no one will watch you dress." Sheryl said, sighing. He was just like a little kid.
"Yeah right. I won't do it. That's just gross. At least let me go to the bathroom and get dressed." Fox suggested. Sheryl seemed to be contemplating rather or not to let him. Rule of thumb with letting Fox use the bathroom was he got tops, 10 minutes. When he was allowed to take a shower he only got 15 minutes.
"Fox . . . . .fine. Lets go." She said, opening up the door, and holding out her hand to grab his. Under one arm, Fox held his clothes and grabbed his shoes. With his free hand, he held Sheryl's hand. It was required that when he used the bathroom, he had to hold someone's hand.
She led him down the hall to his very own bathroom. He knew it well. In the bathroom, he had his toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, everything. Sheryl closed the door and stood right outside, waiting.
It didn't take very long for him to get dressed. In minutes the door opened up again, revealing the dressed fox. Fox even had his blue shoes on.
"You look great, now, lets go. The president is waiting." Sheryl said, taking Fox's hand. Fox just left his old clothes in the bathroom. He figured he was the only one who was in there.
As they walked down the hall, Fox watched them pass up the door to his room they usually turned down. Mentally, Fox was memorizing all the turns they made in the building. Finally, what seemed like forever, they made it to the elevator.
"Fox, why are you always so obnoxious?" Sheryl asked.
"Obnoxious? I think I act fine." He replied, stepping into the elevator. Sheryl pressed the button to get them to ground level.
"I can tell, Fox. You're always so loud and annoying. Do you want attention?"
"Maybe. At least I can say I achieved something." Fox muttered. Sheryl just starred at him. She had a clue at what he was doing. She was, after all, a psychiatrist.
The elevator made it to the ground level. As the elevator opened, saw, for a split second, a beautiful lobby with marble tile. Reporters littered the whole lobby trying to get an interview with the alien.
Fox didn't think he ever had so many pictures taken of him. They just kept flashing and flashing. Sheryl grabbed his hand and pulled him through the big crowd of people.
It was so loud, Fox couldn't even think. Everyone was shooting out questions. "Why are you here?" "Give us a statement?" "Are you a messenger from god?" Fox was a little confused on the last question he heard. He barely went to church.
"Just don't try answering them Fox. It's easy not to say anything." Sheryl said to Fox, pulling him through the group.
Finally, what seemed like forever, Fox made it to the head of the building. Waiting by the glass doors were big military men holding guns. They pushed the reporters away as they opened the door for the couple.
Outside, a black limousine was waiting for Fox and Sheryl. The door was even open, waiting for them. Many military men stood on the sides, holding the people away.
Walking to the limousine, Fox had to stop and look around. It had been so long since he had seen the outside. Everything looked different from what he had grown up with. There weren't a lot of planes flying in the sky, which was weird for Fox to see. Instead of seeing animal faces and such, he saw human faces. It was all really odd to him.
Although the door to the car didn't look quite inviting, Fox knew he had no other choices. If he really felt like being daring, he could always take a run for it. He didn't exactly feel like being shot that particular day; maybe tomorrow.
Sheryl pushed Fox into the car, stepping in herself after him, and slamming the door shut. Across from Fox and Sheryl, the familiar president sat, along with Agent Freeman and a familiar face.
"Hello Mr. McCloud. I've heard some interesting stories with what you've been doing lately. Getting bored, are we?" The president asked, smiling. Fox couldn't quite place who that familiar person was.
"You can call me Fox." Fox replied. "Yeah, I'm pretty bored."
To Fox's surprise, Sheryl leaned over and kissed the familiar man. Noticing the look from the vulpine, Sheryl moved back to her position beside him.
"Fox, do you remember me? I'm Agent Henning. I was the man that broke your rib." The familiar face said, laughing.
"He's my husband." Sheryl explained. It dawned on Fox. Oh yes, he remembered Agent Henning well.
"Yeah I remember you."
"Good. My wife has been telling a great deal about you. You're one interesting little creature." Agent Henning replied, smiling. Sheryl returned the smile.
"I hope I'm not to much trouble." Fox replied, smiling to himself.
"Well, Fox. I decided that today we would take you to your ship and check some stuff out." The president said. "And maybe check out your arwing."
"Sounds great." Fox replied, looking out the tinted windows. Although he was trying to remember where they took the turns and stuff, he knew he couldn't. Being somewhat part of the military, he knew that they were to smart to just take him directly there; quickest way possible. They would take unnecessary turns and stops, just to throw him off.
Around two hours later, after the long car ride, the car finally stopped at their destination. Having the door opened for him, Fox looked up to see a huge building. It looked more like a stadium it was so big. Sheryl took his hand, expecting to lead him into the building.
Walking in front of them were about 18 military men, holding their guns. The President walked right behind Fox and Sheryl, watching Fox's reactions to the building. Agent Henning walked beside the president as well.
"What is this place?" Fox asked, getting closer to the huge, Greek looking architecture. It had beautiful gray stones and great pillars. Fox half expected to see people, reporters, off on the sides, bombarding them with questions. They weren't there.
"This is where we put your arwings and such." Agent Henning replied. "It's not far from where you landed, conveniently.
Arriving at the big doors, the military men already had them open. The inside was about as extravagant as the outside. The room was huge. Humans were white lab coats were running around the immense room. In the middle of the room was the Great Fox. Fox wanted anything more than to just run up to it and fly out of there. On the sides were the arwings. Fox could see that the humans took a lot of things out of the Great Fox, leaving them on carts and lab tables.
"Well, what do you think?" The president asked, stopping behind the fox.
"I think you have my ship." Fox replied, walking forward. The president picked up his pace to keep up with Fox.
"Did you bring my friends here too?" Fox asked.
"Uh, no. Your toad friend was saying to bring you, your avian friends is way to hostile." The president said. Fox rolled his eyes, typical Falco. "And your hare friend said to bring you."
"Oh," Fox responded, walking closer to the Great Fox.
"Can I ask why?" The president asked, they arrived at the Great Fox. Fox turned towards the president.
"'Cause I'm their leader. Now, what do you want me to show you?" Fox asked, taking control of the situation.
"Let's just start with some stuff on the outside, ok?" The president said. Fox nodded. He didn't have much of a choice. They walked off to a little table that held a lot of Fox's belongings.
"Ok, what's this?" The president asked, picking up his blaster.
"My blaster." Fox responded.
"How do you use it?" The president asked. By now, a lot of the people in coats were watching them.
Fox lifted an eyebrow. "Do you want me to use it?"
The president thought. "Yes, would you please." He said, handing Fox the blaster.
Fox looked around for a target. "What do you want me to shoot?"
The president looked around. "Shoot that pop can on the desk up there." The president said, pointing to a can of pop up on the second level. Fox just nodded. He was no sharp shooter, but was pretty good.
He turned it on and charged it up. "Ok, here it goes." Fox said and let out the blast. Sure enough, the can was hit and fell to the floor.
"Great. Wonderful. Did you see how he got it to work?" The president asked the white-coated lab men. They were writing furiously and nodding.
"What else do you want to see?" Fox asked, looking bored. The president started walking ahead, walking past tables of Fox's stuff. The President stopped at a smaller table, full of electronics.
"Here, what's this?" He asked, picking up a little miniature laptop. It could fit in the palm of his hand.
"That's the ship's log." Fox said, taking it from the president. He didn't want to open it in case it did work. Allowing the humans to see the log might show them how to get to Cornaria; something he didn't want.
"Can you make it work?"
"No, it got broke when we came here." Fox lied. A quick and easy wire attachment would easily make it work.
"Here, we took his off you when we detained you." The president said, holding his wristband controller. Fox's eyes widened with excitement. Grabbing it from the president, he looked it over for any broken spots.
"Is that what you were taking about a little while back?" The president asked.
"Yeah, do you have my communicator?"
Agent Henning picked up the device from the electronics table, offering it to Fox. The president watched as Fox pressed a few buttons on the wristband. The communicator opened up a flash of light and a dogs face came into view in midair.
"Fox?! Fox, where are you man?! General Pepper is having a shit fit!" Bill yelled at the vulpine.
"Bill, relax. I can't talk very long." Fox said, looking at all the people around him. The president looked curious and interested.
"Dude, where the hell are you? You just, like, vanished." Bill asked, unaware of the people around his friend.
"I took a little detour." Fox replied hoping that was an acceptable answer for his long time friend.
"Man, you missed this awesome mission General P had for ya guys. He gave it to some little shitty mercenary group. I guess they only got it completed, not accomplished. Pepper's pretty pissed. He really wanted you to have it."
"Damn it. How much did it pay?"
"Shit load but the mercenary group didn't get the whole pay check."
"Damn, that sucks."
"Yeah. Hey, why don't you have your comlink with you? I've been, like, trying to get a hold of you forever. You know, we were supposed to do something for your birthday?" Bill said.
"Oh yeah. Sorry, dude, I totally forgot. It's alright. The next birthday is the one that really counts. We'll totally do something for that one." Fox said, trying to sound as casual as possible. This might be the last time he talks with his friend.
Sheryl looked at Fox. She never saw his talk like this before. He sounded so casual, so grown up, so. . .so. . .happy. That's what he sounded like, happy. As she stared at the fox, she realized that he didn't belong here. He belonged back with his friend, back to his life. He didn't deserve to be a caged in animal.
"Yeah so, how about getting together sometime? I just saw Katt. She says that we should all go out sometime. But I think she just wants Falco." Bill said, laughing to himself.
"Yeah, we should get together sometime." Fox said, looking down. He knew it would never happen. He would never see his friend again.
"Hey man, you alright? You look bumped."
"Yeah, I'm fine. You know how I get around this time. It was only, like, a month ago." Fox said looking up. Sheryl continued staring at him, wondering what he was talking about.
"Oh yeah. Fox, dude, you should have called me! We would have totally drowned our sorrows in liquor."
Fox laughed. "Yeah, but I just kind of wanted to be alone, ya know?"
"Yeah, work shit out." Bill said. The president continued watching the conversation, not wanted to interrupt.
"Exactly. So how're things back home?"
"Ehh, the normal. Well, at least no more attacks from Venom, thanks to you."
"Hey, you helped too." Fox replied.
Bill chuckled. "Very little. So little, I wasn't even mentioned. It doesn't matter though. I understand your reasoning for doing it. It wasn't for fame."
Fox nodded slightly. He had to bring up his father. "Yeah. So, things back home are same old same old?"
"Yep. The repairs on Cornaria City are almost complete, finally. I swear to god, it was Venoms ambition to put us into debt."
"Yeah, knowing them, probably." Fox said, looking at the president to see how much time he had left to chat.
"Hey, Fox, where are you guys? I can't find you guys anywhere!" Bill said.
"Uh, we decided to take a little stop over from a mission we took." Fox lied.
"Yeah? Where are you then?" Bill asked.
"I dunno. Some little place by the Krakic System." Fox said, trying to sound as less interested as possible. He hoped that Bill would get the subtle hints of where he was.
"By the Krakic system? What the hell are you doing there?" Bill asked, understanding where he was. Bill always excelled in mapping and different universes.
"I dunno. Just decided to be a visitor." Fox replied. Sheryl caught his hints and what he was up to. She secretly looked around the room to see if they did as well. No one else looked as though they did.
"Oh, that sounds cool. Is it nice there?"
"Ehh, home's a lot better." Fox said honestly.
"Yeah I bet. Dude, a lot of hot chicks there?"
"Not exactly." Fox said, laughing, looking at the people. Bill caught why he was constantly looking around, and understood that people were watching their conversation.
"That sucks then. How're their planes?" Bill asked.
"God, you are obsessed!" Fox exclaimed.
"What can I say? If I can't be as good as a flyer as you, I'll at least be familiar with aircrafts. How're they?"
"Pretty shitty. Totally old school. Not even my dad old school. This is totally a third world planet when it comes to military."
Sheryl glanced at the president to see how he felt on their turn of conversation. He didn't look fazed at all. He still listened, arms crossed.
"Man, that sucks. I don't understand how planets can be so stupid. Lemme guess, they still use fuel for their air crafts?"
Fox nodded.
"Damn! That's pathetic! Fox, dude, ya gotta show 'em your arwing. Totally be like, 'Check out this baby compared to your pieces of shit.'" Bill said laughing.
"Oh, I will." Fox said, laughing.
Bill started squinting and looking hard at Fox.
"Damn you Fox. I knew it!! You totally stole my AE shirt. When you come back, I'm stealing it back." Bill said, shaking his head in disapproval.
"Not to sure about that Bill." Fox said laughing a bit. Sheryl understood what they were talking about.
"Yeah, well, I've gotta go. Unlike you mercenary people, real military men don't get to take frequent breaks. I suppose I'll catch ya later then."
"Yeah sure. I'll talk with you later Bill." Fox said, pressing a few buttons on his wristband. The face disappeared as quick as it came up.
Everyone looked at him.
"That was my friend, if you didn't guess." Fox explained.
Sheryl looked at Fox. Fox looked back. She moved up to his body close, taking the wristband off his arm. She was so close; Fox could feel her body heat against his.
Moving her head upwards, she whispered, "So, when do you plan on escaping?"