"Son of a bitch!" Akita yelled throwing the largest thing in the room he could find across it at the cat in front of him. "What do you mean they aren't dead?"

"They're movements weren't as we had predicted. Either the kid lied, or something happened." He replied, looking his boss strait in the eye.

"We planned this entire thing! Every movement was planned! The fucking kid getting arrested was planned so that they would know that Earth was going to be destroyed! They were supposed to go there and die! What the fuck happened?" Akita growled.

"Sir, please! I do not know! But I believe it had to do with a delayed interrogation. Should everything had gone as planned then they would have found out about the plan before they did. At least twelve hours before. Something kept Bryan behind longer than we had thought…"

"Shit… we screwed up… we didn't count the fact that they may fight amongst themselves! Of course that's it! Those loudmouths! Falco and Dean! We didn't include that! Fuck! We need to reevaluate everything to make sure we didn't miss anything, got it? I'm trusting you Bane! Don't make me regret it." The boss's voice had fallen into a deep growl that proved nothing more than a threat. As Bane left another of his minions entered the room.

"Akita, sir. We have a problem."

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"Heard you boys were looking for recruits." Brea had stated without even turning away from her microscope. Bryan had been caught by surprise since he was sure the only noise that had been made by him was the door opening.

"Uh, yah."

"Good, you guys could use the help. Less stress on the body and mind." She replied, looking up with a grin that had allowed one of her upper fangs to poke out the bottom of her mouth.

"So, I take it you're here for a reason?" She was leaning back on the chair now, paws tucked behind her ears.

"Uh, yah. Bill said you were the one to talk to about weapons and vehicles."

"He would be correct… by the way, which one's Bill again?"

"Tall-ish, husky… gray."

"I remember. He's kind-a cute."

"Wouldn't know much about that." Bryan set his bag down on the floor near the double sliding doors. "So, where do we begin?"

Brea wheeled across the floor, typing a few keys on the keyboard as an image appeared on the screen. "Well, I analyzed what your units had now. And I must say, there isn't a single thing on here that doesn't need to be. You guys utilize every inch of your cars. But, I've made some modifications and I'll put them on the real things should you approve."

"Well, lets see them."

Brea tapped a few more keys on the computer, the image would move and zoom as she explained each piece.

"Well for starters, I've added a camera to the front grill and the back tail gate. You'll be able to access these through the Cornerian Military Database, and also through a view screen I've added to them as well. These are mostly for scene reports and back up requests, along with officer safety."

Bryan nodded.

"Alright, next we got some improved lights. Your old lights were kind of ancient. LCD for the bars and flashers, bulbs for the headlights? Boy, oh boy. I felt like a geek in a candy store with those things. But look at this. We've developed a new system of lights. Same colors - red and blue - but these are made out of a mix of chemicals. They never wear out and they are silent but bright. That means, no more charging noise. I've also added them to your brake and head lights, along with two searching spot lights on the bars as well. You'll be able to see through the thickest fog now." Brea stood, moving a little ways from the chair, Bryan followed her patiently as she picked up a small screen.

"Now, I couldn't get a holo-projection system that would fit our budget and still actually fit in the unit itself, so I had to do a little building from scratch. This screen is made from crystals. The backlight is the same as your headlights and flashers, only toned down so it isn't as bright. Now this is one of my personal favorite mods. This thing can handle everything."

She flipped a switch on the side of it. "The final model will run off the units power, so no switches, promise. Now - this will tap into your unit's camera so that you can view things from different points of view. Also, you can change modes. We've got Night Vision, Heat Vision, the works. Check it out when you get a good long chance. But, you can also use this with Corneria's GPS system. I've installed a chip so that you can track your movements, your dispatch calls, and the locations of fellow team mates. If they hit an alarm on their new radios, their icon will flash and you'll get a notice from your dispatch center. And on a final note: you can also keep in contact with them through this should you not want to use the radio. Its got video chat and you can contact your Star Fox friends with it too." She said, laying it down gently, going back to the computer.

"So, what do you think of it so far?"

"Well, I was worried you guys were going to do a complete overhaul. But you didn't go over board. I like it so far, anything else you want to show me?"

"Just these." She said, tapping keys again. The image showed the front bumped.

"It's a bumped…" Bryan's voice reflected his feelings. All the tech-stuff the had just gone through and one of the upgrades was a bumper?

"Right and wrong. Behind here is an EMP pulse system, along with plasma shots. Chasing a suspect down? Nail him with a plasma. Got a hostage in the car? Get him with a pulse. Our police and Military units are shielded to these, so don't worry about that. Also, in the back of the units is a weapons system. You can hold about six of those rifles of yours and about twenty of the sidearms. We also will include two plasma pistols along with recharge shots, and a high powered rifle, plasma included."

And with that Bryan's grin grew. "Cool." Brea just rolled her eyes. "Boys and their toys. Now, as for weapons - we scanned your current ones. We didn't make many mods to them. Just basically learned how to make them and added some quite laser sights. Which only means that you'll need a special pair of glasses of contacts to see it. So, approve?"

"You have my approval. Very nice job, Brea." His hands fell to his hips.

"You're probably going to want to talk to someone about building your new base of operations. Remember Dracous? Just talk to that old cat. He'll get you started."

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"This is bad, very bad. If they set up shop here we're really fucked." Akita said, looking over the documents before him.

"It gets better, chief. Looks like they are training some new rookies. That means we'll be dealing with more than just the original six or seven."

Akita raised a brow. "Looking for recruits, eh? I think we have a way in…"

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Brea shut her door behind her, tossing her shoes off as she went with the large bag in her hand. She sighed, setting it down and looking off to the mirror on her left.

"You know… you came back from the dead in a different form and the first thing you want to do is run off to everyone you've ever known and just shout 'here I am!'. But no, can't do that - they might freak out, even turn on you. Plus, they seem to have moved on - wouldn't want to bring back old memories…" She finished her rant to herself, and began putting groceries away.

"After all, why trouble them with your issues, eh?" A deep voice behind her appeared as if from no where. Pulling what strength her smaller body could find she tried to escape, only to find herself trapped against a stronger built chest. "Can't have you getting away, they would really screw with our plans."

"What do you want?"

A small claw was trailed down her back. "Those old DCTU buddies of yours are holding a recruiting session in a few days. I want you to apply and get in, you will be our mole to them. Got it?"

"I won't do it!"

"Are you sure? I would love it if you refused, it would give me a good reason to have some fun with you." He threatened, the same claw moving up and down her back.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She struggled, only to be hit over the back of the head and thrown to the couch. She continued to struggle, even while the phone rang.

'You've reached Brea. I'm probably screwing around with some of my inventions right now. Just leave me a message.'

"Hey Brea, Dracous here. I've got Bryan over here, he's looking for yah, said he wanted to talk to you about some things. He was real vague. Either way, I gave him your address, hope you don't mind. He said he'll probably stop by and take you out to breakfast in the morning. I gotta go, see yah."

Brea continued to struggle with the beast on top of her.

Shit, I really wish he was coming now! I don't know how much longer I can struggle with this guy before he bashes by brains in!

"Stop struggling bitch and I'll make this easy!"

"You won't touch me!"

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Dracous had kept his voice calm the entire time he was leaving the message. As soon as the machine had picked up he heard the struggling and groaning he knew could only have come from someone in her house attacking her. The occasional cry of pain was his confirmation. He immediately grabbed for his phone again.

"Main desk."

"Get me General Pepper! Right now, it's an emergency!"

"Pepper here."

"General, I need someone to go to Brea's house right now! Something is wrong!"

"Like what?"

"I think someone is attacking her!"

"I've got just the crew."

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Bryan sighed as he pulled into the lot of the safe house. No doubt everyone was back by now, probably eating dinner without him. He was reaching to turn off his unit when his phone rang.

"Yes?"

"I've got a report that something is going on over at Brea's house. Think your team is up for checking it out? Think of it as a test…"

"What do you mean by 'something'?"

"My report says that she is being attacked, but I don't know by who."

"We got it, General. On our way." He called into it, flipping it off and running into the house.

"Guys! Grab your gear! We've got a call!"

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"So, who is Brea?" Jackie asked, pulling a pair of black gloves on, gripping her rifle in her hand.

"Bryan's new anthro girl friend." Mei quipped back, setting her check weapon in its holster. They had arrived at the scene, but stayed a few blocks back. Bryan would be the only one to drive up to the house and knock on the door. The rest of the team would sneak into positions and be ready for an assault should one be needed.

Checking to make sure his own weapon was well hidden under his coat, he knocked, taking a deep breath in order to calm his nerves and remain under his own cover.

"Hello?" A small, almost scared voice, came from somewhere inside the house.

"Hey, its me. Couldn't wait until the morning. Figured I'd take you out for dinner instead." Bryan responded, leaning casually on the door frame as the sound of footsteps headed for the closed door. A moment later it slid open.

"Oh hey." It was obvious to him her voice was practiced. Bryan's eyes scanned the room behind her while still making it look like he was trained on her.

"Hi. So, how about that dinner?"

"Sorry, but I already ate." She replied, hoping he would either bust into the house or just go away so she could get out on her own. Much to her luck, Bryan's eyes tried on a small trickle of blood from her nose, hard to see against the black fur.

"Uh, you're bleeding." He stated, pulling a small pocket wipe out and pressing it to her nose. "Oh, its nothing. Happens every now an then." She replied, refusing the towel. It was now a little more obvious that she was favoring her right side, along with her eyes darting from left to right, almost like she was looking for something.

"Something wrong? You seem on edge."

Just keep him out of this house and I won't shoot you, got it? The voice echoed in her head.

"Everything is fine. Just too much caffeine. That's all. I better get going, I'm not feeling to well." She turned to close the door on him, but Bryan caught the rip in the side of her clothes, along with a slight limp. He stuck his foot in the door.

"Can we at least get some drinks?" He pled. Her fake grin didn't fool him.

"Persistent, aren't we? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were coming on to me."

Bryan applied his best fake grin. "What can I say, you are cute." Alright so maybe it wasn't all that fake.

"Still, my answer is no. I'm not feeling well still, but maybe tomorrow?" She asked, leaning in towards him on the door a little.

Without much thought Bryan grabbed her shoulders, pulling her with him out the door before nearly jumping all the stairs to land on his feet. Somewhere in the back of the house a loud noise was heard followed by yelling voices.

"You alright?" Bryan asked, removing his jacket and putting it over her shoulders to cover up the exposed fur, he quickly pulled her to him.

"He was going to rape me! He threatened to rape and kill me if I didn't deceive you guys! I couldn't do it to you! None of you!" She was crying now. Her emotions in full swing now that she was out from under the threat on her life.

"You're alright. I've got you." Bryan's response was without delay as he lead her to his unit. A moment later Jackie came out the from door, rifle swung over her shoulder.

"All clear. We've got him. Big guy too." She called out to him as Mei and Dean both led out the large, if not bulging, feline. "I'll find you bitch! You won't be safe!" He taunted, right before Mei smacked him with the but of her rifle.

Brea was still shivering under the coat that had been given to here, and the night air was warm.

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"She wasn't raped." The doctor said as he lead Bryan into the room Brea was in. "She was beat up though. No broken bones, but a few bruised. She'll be feeling those later." He finished, stopping outside of the door. "She only wants to see you. No one else." He chuckled slightly. "Even yelled at the nurse for being there." He added, turning to leave.

"Yah, thanks doc." Bryan trailed off, looking through the glass.

What is it about here that is attracting to me? He wondered to himself silently, pushing the door open.

"Hey. Doctor says you'll be fine in a few days." He whispered, sitting down next to her.

"That's good." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Tomorrow, when you came to get me for breakfast… I was going to tell you something… something I've been hiding for a while…"

Bryan waited for her to continue.

"A few months back, I found myself. I just woke up in a field not to far from here. I remembered little about myself. I created a name, an Identity. I… I fought my way to the top in RND in just four months. But… I remembered something different then what I was living." She paused slightly. Taking a deep breath. "Then a few days back General Pepper asked me to build a device for some Counter Terrorism Agency. The name rung such a bell with me it was unnerving. Soon after I met you in the labs… A bagel stuck in my mouth - not the best of so called first impressions, but… soon after you left I realized something… my memories came back in floods…"

She closed her eyes slightly. "I can feel Krystal probing my mind, giving me strength and courage as we speak." She paused again.

"Bryan, there is something I've been meaning to tell you…"

Bryan stopped her. "Don't say anything else…" He whispered, gripping one of her paws slightly… "I've known for a little while now… the final clue came to me when you showed me that camera and screen. An old friend had always bugged me about getting those installed on our units… I just didn't want to say anything right then… I was waiting for the right time…"

Brea grinned slightly. "Leave it to you to figure me out… you should have been a detective, instead of some counter terrorism agent."

"This job pays better."

Brea took another deep breath… "Do the others know?"

"Nope, I figured you would tell them when the time is right… but now I've got a question for you…"

"Shoot."

"Which name do you want to be called by? Brea or Kasey?"

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A/N: Bet no one saw that coming. I had so many threatening e-mails saying that if I didn't bring back Kasey then I would be quote "fed to my pet alligator" /quote. Either way, surprise!