A/N: Alright - four reviews. Good, really good - but it's still not six! So, in celebration, I'm going to give you guys a 14 page chapter. With a catch - you'll figure it out. Rather quickly, too.

Enjoy!

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The answer Brea was looking for didn't come in time for her, Mei's voice on her radio drowned out any answer he may have given.

"Brea… we need you back at the house…"

She rubbed her eyes a few times, growling at her teammates interruption.

"What do you want!" She snapped into her radio, only pulling herself up enough to grab it. "Hold it down, damn, Brea. Listen to me, we've just received notification from dispatch… we need you back here…"

"Just tell me what you want!"

"It's one of your men… Brea, I really think you should be back here for this…"

Brea cursed loudly, severely aggravated that she had been interrupted. She pulled herself off of Bryan, jumping off the back of the unit and walking back towards her own. She rubbed her eyes again before giving him a sheepish grin.

"You'll have to tell me later." She said, giving him a quick kiss before hopping into her car and speeding off.

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By this time, thanks to Mei's constant badgering, the camera crew had 'respectfully' postponed their visit until a more, convenient, date. For now, she sat on the arm rest of the chair, waiting for Brea to get home, the tape held loose in her hands as she wondered just how far this war was going to go…

The front door slammed and Mei looked up to see Brea standing there.

"What is it?"

Mei motioned for her to sit down while she stepped up to put the tape into the player.

"Everyone else is at Military HQ right now, debriefing the rest of your men and the others. I stayed behind… figured you would want to see this without an audience."

Brea didn't understand it at first, until the tape began to roll.

"Oh my god… that's Kyle…" She breathed out, Mei reasoning becoming really clear.

Rule # 21: My team is my family. They're all I know.

A woman's voice came over the speakers.

"Good evening, men and women at DCTU. I take it you've had a good dinner, yes? Well, it would seem that Colonel Honda here isn't feeling the same about his evening. I take it you know of his family, hmm? I'm sure his two young daughters would just love to see him come home… in one piece that is…"

Kyle disappeared from the screen as another's face came on.

"Who's that, another hostage?" Brea asked, Mei shook her head, pointing at the screen.

"I am Commander Aramov. It seems you've been gunning down my people. You stupid military dogs, you don't even know what war you're in right now, do you? It figures! Well here is your chance to step out. I will only offer it to you once. You have already seen the extent of my power when it comes to being able to take one of your own down. I almost feel bad for Ivan, but, he died in a coma, didn't he? No pain there… but your Commander, now there will be a painful death. So, I bet your wondering what my offer is? Good, remove yourself from this fight. Go to some far away planet if need be and I will spare your lives. Not only that, but I will give you the antidote for your Commander's poisoning and return Honda to you. There will be no negotiations on my offer, it's as simple as take it or leave it."

The tape came to an end and Mei looked at Brea.

"He's a member of my team…" She began, Mei took a breath. "So he'll understand when we tell them that we do not negotiate with terrorists." She finished.

"That has to be hard for you to say." The other asked, hugging Brea in her arms to comfort her. "Unbelievably hard. But they know… and they'll understand that, I know they will."

Mei nodded. "Man, first Bryan's ordeal, now this."

Brea nodded. "Call the press, we have a statement to make."

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"We have called this conference in response to a threat we have received today."

Aramov grinned as she put her feet up on her desk, watching the TV in the corner of the room, she turned the volume up.

"We have been told that a member of one of our sister team's has been taken hostage by what we call only deem as 'Darkness 2'. We were told that we would be able to save our leader, and that team member, if we stepped out of the current anti-terrorism war. To Aramov, if you are listening..." The feline speaker paused, causing Aramov to move forward to the edge of her seat. Still grinning - she knew she had them beat.

"Offer rejected, we do not negotiate with terrorists."

Aramov growled, jamming her claw down on the intercom of her phone.

"Tell Canine to terminate our hostage, and toss any remaining doses of the antidote down the drain."

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Brea shuddered lightly as the strong arms held her tightly.

"I did it… I told them no." She whispered.

It was dark now, with only the search lights of the unit's bar lights to illuminate the scene in which she was.

"You did the right thing. And I'm sure Kyle understands."

"He has little kids, Bryan! They'll never know their father now because of me!" She began to sob again. Bryan had to sigh. The past few years of their life had taken a major turn, they had faced more violent attacks than they ever did on earth, it was really beginning to take a toll. Hopefully, once this war was over, they would pass a martial law ordnance on Military personnel so that they didn't need to do all this liberal bull.

"Don't you ever think like that! You didn't do anything wrong! You didn't take him away from his kids! Aramov did! She initiated an attack hoping to gain something from it! It failed so she did the only thing she knows how to do! We will put an end to this, Brea! No more innocent lives will be lost!"

"I know… it's just… man… so many people lost because of one person's views. Hardly seem right or fair."

"That's what we're for." Bryan said, pointing to the letters on his unit. "We stand to end such injustices."

"Brea you there…"

She took a moment to compose herself, sniffling a few times before answering Jackie's call.

"Yah…"

"A patrol unit just called it in… they find Kyle… I'm so sorry Brea."

Brea dropped her radio, sobbing again. "I hate this job… I hate knowing that at any moment, everyone you've ever cared about can be ripped away from you!"

Bryan leaned down to grab the radio, slipping it into his own belt before holding the crying feline tightly.

"Brea, you ok? Still with us?"

Bryan took a moment before answering for her.

"She's fine Jackie…"

"What the… Bryan… its good to hear your voice, sir."

"Same here… sorry I had to take off on your guys… certain things needed to be done."

"I'm sure it'll all turn out okay… I'm not even going to give you the speech right now. The others are worried about you, but we know you'll be just fine on your own… how's Brea doing?"

"She'll be fine… has anyone alerted Kyle's family yet?"

"Nope… I was about to go out and do it myself since Brea wasn't here…"

Brea snatched the radio from Bryan's hand. "I'll do it…" She said into it quietly.

"You sure? Maybe one of us should do it-"

Brea interrupted the radio transmission. "I said I'll do it."

"You got it boss."

Brea began walking off for her unit, Bryan ran up to her, catching her at the right angle to scoop her up, he began walking back towards his own car. "You're in no condition to drive. Come on, I'll drive you."

"But, my car!" She protested, struggling slightly. Bryan just plucked the keys out of her pocket by the remote that she had left handing out, tossing them over to Silver who caught them easily. "Problem solved."

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The two cars pulled to a stop out in front of a three story house. Silver was the last one out and he leaned on Brea's unit, staying back out of respect more than anything else. Bryan and Brea walked up to the front door, she knocked on it, taking a deep breath.

When the tigress answered the door she was holding a smaller child in her arms. The child, of course, had no interest in the people at the door, rather getting food from the kitchen was on his mind. She smiled at them at first before smiling at Silver before looking back at the two agents. It was when she realized that her smile hadn't be returned did it turn into a deep frown.

"Something has happened… hasn't it…"

Brea nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Oh my god! Is it Kyle? Is he okay?"

Brea closed her eyes for a moment before attempting to speak. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Honda but… he was taken hostage today… The terrorists issued demands but…" She had to stop herself.

How do you tell someone's mate that their mate died as a direct result to your actions.

"I see… tell me you did not meet their demands…" Kyle's mate said, causing both Brea and Bryan to give her questioning glances. She set the child down, letting him run off to get into something before giving the two agents a warm smile. "Right? I mean… I always knew that job of his would get him into trouble one day… but he loved that job, wouldn't pass it up for anything in the world. And to be honest? I loved him for it… I made my peace with the possibilities long ago and I've been preparing myself for the day that I received that call that most fear… I just want to know that you didn't meet their demands… Kyle would have hated it if you attempted to…"

This was a slight surprise… of course they had spotted the tears primping to edges to the tigress' eyes, but it was still unusual to see the wife or husband of a cop taking their death so well.

"Yes, Ma'am… we refused their demands." Bryan answered for her.

"Good. Poor Kyle would turn over in his grave to find out that you had given in."

A small whine could be heard and Brea looked down to see a slightly order kid standing at his mother's feet. "Mommy, what happened to Daddy? Is he coming home?"

She bent down, picking his kid up with care, hugging him close.

"No, sweetie, Daddy won't be coming home… he has a planet to save."

"Will he be a hero like Star Fox?"

"You bet, kiddo. Maybe even greater." Bryan answered quickly before bidding good-bye to the family.

"Poor kid." Brea said, getting into Bryan's car.

"Man, things are hitting the fan fast, aren't they?" Silver asked, walking up to Bryan.

"It's only going to get worse. Something tells me that Aramov won't stop, she'll have to be killed."

"What do you mean?"

"Lets say we raid her complex. We take a few prisoners but take out more than two thirds of her staff, we make it to her - there is just no way in hell she'll go down without a fight. She won't surrender. We'll have to take her out."

Silver nodded. "What about an assassination? I mean she has to make some sort of contact outside of her base, who's to say we couldn't grab her then?"

"We could… it would be difficult. Besides, without proper surveillance. We can't establish that with the current way of things. General Pepper is already having a hell of a time with all the leaks from the Military as it is, he has no time to field requests from us."

"So… what do you guys have?"

"Right now? Two SATLink images, not much more."

"These people have got to have lives outside of Aramov's complex. See if you can match a face to a name to an address."

Bryan nodded, returning to his car. "Follow me, we're going to head for home."

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Mei nearly dropped her drink when she entered their at-home briefing room to find Bryan sitting on a table looking over pictures. "You are one messed up person, you know that?"

"I've been told worse."

"Over our little fit, are we?"

"The band still here?"

"Nope, we shipped the off to another safe house. This place is getting too crowded."

"Then the fit was an act, you know it, now hush and let me concentrate."

She set her mug on the table, looking over his shoulder.

"What are you looking at anyway?"

"Faces." He said, pointing to a slightly fuzzy image. "Think we could clean that up?"

"Uh… is Slippy can't then Dracous can."

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"Well guys, meet Ms. Carmen Canine. Originally part of Corneria's Defense Military she was discharged after being accused of sleeping with one of the higher ups to get her ranking. Later on it was discovered that he had lied when she had refused to sleep with him." Fox was reading the information of a paper in a folder he held in his paw. The others had picked various casual points around the living room, mostly on chair armrests, and if they actually sat in a seat, their feet were firmly on a table.

"She led a team of fifteen soldiers. Most of which were reassigned after her dismissal. Currently? She lives on the east side of town, Central District, One-Thirty-Seven Trent Road. No family to speak of except for a younger sister that she supports, works at the local grocery store. Stocks shelves for a living."

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Bill asked, looking around the room.

"Simple, we confront her on the job. She won't cause too much of a scene there, and she will most likely be unarmed. We will have to watch ourselves though, god knows that she knows some hand-to-hand stuff. We'll have it in two teams. One team will enter the store and take up random positions, make it look like you're buying stuff. The other team will simply wait outside incase we need an assault element." Brea said.

Bryan nodded his agreement. "Me and Silver will approach her. I'm sure she'll be surprised to see me."

Mei snorted. "No kidding. Specially since they tried to kill you."

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Next Day - 1300 Hours

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Carmen whistled a little while she worked. She placed the food on the shelves before moving back to her cart for more boxes, she continued her job. "Man, today feels like its going to be a good day." She whispered to herself. She just couldn't explain why she was in such a nice mood. She glanced towards the store front windows, seeing that what was left of the slight drizzling rain had turned into sun which was now filtering in through the windows.

She turned back to her work when someone asked her a question.

"Excuse me, Miss? How much for this?" He asked, she turned to see the box he was holding. "Fourteen-thirty-nine." She was about to say more when she saw his face. "I'm sorry, I need to go." She was cursing her mind about thinking about nice sunny days. She turned and was about to walk away when she bumped into another person. "Excuse me." She said, looking up at his face.

Silver just smiled at her. "I believe you are coming with us." He said, tapping her shoulder with one claw while pointing at Bryan with another.

"What do you want with me?" She asked, following Silver while Bryan walked next to her. "You seem like you have a guilty conscious." Bryan said.

"I have no such thing."

"Is that why you tried to run away before?"

She remained silent while Silver opened the door for her and she got into the car.

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The small three car convoy pulled off the freeway and into a parking garage. They made a small triangle. Men and women in black tactical gear were the first ones out, securing around the outside of the ring of cars before five others got out on the inside of the ring.

"Why are we here?" Carmen asked, looking around.

"We need to have a chat, Ms. Canine." Silver said, folding his arms and leaning on one of the units.

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Just bring me back to work, I can't afford to miss another day, I need that pay check!"

"To support your sister, I take it?" Bryan asked, causing Carmen to gasp.

"What have you done?"

"Nothing." Brea answered. "But you've done plenty."

"What did you do to my sister!" Carmen yelled at Bryan, getting into his face. A few of the tactical agents turned, raising their weapons. Brea waved them down.

"She is safe. Krystal is taking care of her at your house. I'd bet they are playing a game right now. She's great with kids, ya know."

"What do you want from me."

"You will be my mole inside of Aramov's syndicate."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Carmen scoffed, her gaze shifting to her feet.

"Don't you lie to us. What makes you think that you're safe with Aramov! She wants to kill everyone!"

"Not us!" Carmen could yell out before she could stop herself. "Not her people…" She said quietly again. "Look… I know what she is planning. She promised us that our families would be spared if we just followed her orders!"

"You think she told you the truth?" Mei yelled, smashing her fist into her unit. "She told you lies! She'll kill you just like she'll kill everyone else! She has one mission, the entire annihilation of Corneria! That includes you and you sister!"

"No!" Carmen countered. "You lie! The government lies! They told me that I had slept with another officer just to make my rank! I would never reduce myself to some slut! I've worked for what I have! I won't let you stupid government dogs take that away from me! Not again!" She raised her fist, lashing out at Bryan. "Now let me go!"

He caught it with ease, holding it tight in the palm of his much larger hand as it shook with the same rage as its owner.

"Listen to me. Listen good, because I won't repeat myself. You have two options. You help us, we take down Aramov, you and your sister remain where you are now, a few hundred dollars richer. Option two: You don't tell us a thing, you go to jail, your sister gets put into foster care and we take down Aramov anyway. Either way, we win, she loses."

"No!" Carmen growled. "You lie! Aramov does not lose!"

"Hey guys, think I can get an unmarked to roll by here? I've seen the same car go by about four times. Silver with a blue racing stripe, male driver, silver wolf, looks to be about his late thirties / early forties."

Krystal was asking for a little bit of help.

"Copy. We'll send out an unmarked unit for you. ETA: one minute. Keep us posted." Dispatch replied. Carmen just stared at the radios in horror.

"What?" Mei asked, taking an apprehensive step forward.

"She knows... Aramov knows you found me! See what you've done! Now she'll kill me sister, and then me!"

"What?" Brea asked quickly, her voice spiking a little.

"Wait, what did she say?" Mei said, turning to Bryan.

"Krystal! Pull out of there now. Get into a safe spot, we're on our way." Bryan said, giving a signal for everyone to load into their units.

"What's going on?"

"It's Aramov's troops. They're probably looking for Carmen. Pull back to a safe location. We're on our way."

He tossed his radio down in the car, slamming his door and his gas pedal at the same time. Brea hit the lights and siren as they sped down one of the main roads. Bryan knew that Krystal was smart enough not to go out the front. In fact, within all reason, she would most likely barricade herself within the house until they got there to extract her.

Oh man, if anything happens to Krys, Fox will never forgive me. Brea rattled in her head.

Lots of rough turns later they leapt out of the car, staring in awe at the state Canine's house was in. "Oh, man." Mei swore, seeing the various holes and blown out parts from an attack that must have happened while they were in route. "Ain't no one gonna survive that." Bryan overhead someone else say.

He was already charging the house while Dean had to hold back Carmen from running up to it as well.

"Krystal!" Bryan yelled, slamming his weight into the front door, knocking it off its hinges. He continued to call out her name, other chiming in at various intervals. The back half of the house had collapsed, and with their run of luck they've been having, Krystal and the kid would be under there somewhere too.

More sirens became noticeable in the distance after someone had called it in. Radio chatter was coming close to an all time high as dispatch was trying desperately to keep up with the number of reports they were getting.

He jumped a small gap in the debris, landing on a lower area and using one of his hands to compensate from the extra force. Jackie landed on the same piece of debris after he moved out of the way, her crouch no as low as his had been.

They continued their search until they were standing in the back yard of the lot.

"Nothing. She isn't even in here..."

They walked around the front just in time to hear Dean yell. "Son of a bitch!" They watched as he stumbled backwards, landing hard, while Carmen made strait for the house. Running right past Mei and Falco and pushing Brea out of the way before jumping the same gap Bryan and Jackie had. But instead of continuing forward, she turned and disappeared deep into the cave formed by the collapsed area.

Bryan met the others at the same whole. Anyone looking at it would have guessed that it just led to the ground. But judging by the fact that Carmen was no where to be seen, there had to be some sort of crawl space down there.

Brea was the first to jump down, pulling her flashlight and weapon from her belt. She pivoted a few times before looking up. "Two different ways. Both are large enough to stand up in, so long as your slightly crouch." She said, darting her eyes around a few times down both ways.

One by one the others jumped into the same hole, splitting up into two groups.

Bryan, Brea, Mei, and Jackie "walked" slowly down their chosen path. It wasn't too narrow, but narrow enough to where they had to walk in something slightly resembling a singe-file line.

Mei had taken the lead; she had just rounded a corner when a someone swung a broad at her head. Using every ounce of her reflexes, she ducked under it and grabbed at the offending end, pulling it out of the attackers grasp and tossing it somewhere down the hall.

Now she lashed out back, grabbing the attacker by an ear and pulling them from their hiding spot. Before anyone else could blink, Mei had the missing Carmen on her stomach, cursing loudly.

"Whoa." Jackie said before she cloud stop herself, pulling her handcuffs from her back. They secured Carmen, this time two of them watched her while the others took lead.

"What are you doing down here?" Mei asked, sitting the terrorist down roughly in an area that they could spread out in. The tunnel from the house debris had turned into an underground tunnel by now, and radio contact was out of the question.

Carmen kept her mouth shut. Mei just sighed, pulling her medical kit from her pack, using the flashlight to check out the damage she had done to her ear. She stuffed the black flashlight into her cheek, pulling bandages from her kit.

"I bet I can tell what you're up to. Underground tunnels normally lead to some sort of safe house. If I didn't know any better, I'd bet you had planned this incase Aramov had no use for you anymore."

Carmen still kept quite. Pulling her head away from Mei, letting the blood ooze down her cheek. Mei sighed, she couldn't even begin to tell herself why she felt sorry for the terrorist. She never had before.

"Alright, so maybe I was a little rough on you. And I probably could have disabled you without pulling on your ear. Look, why did you come down here?"

Brea growled, standing up. "Lets get moving. The sooner we find Krystal, the sooner we get to drop her off at the station."

"You won't get your teammate back without me. Mona won't open that door unless I'm there." She finally spoke, giving up on eluding the medics fingers. Carmen sighed, feeling more defeated now than ever before.

"We'll blow the door down. It's what I do best." Brea said, strapping her gear on a little tighter.

"You cannot! I built that room myself, there is only one way in, and one way out. Mona controls it now. And if your lucky, she would have pulled your comrade in there with her!"

Mei pushed Carmen roughly, forcing her to move quicker through the tunnels. A few minutes later, they stood outside a large silver door. Brea stepped up to it, tapping it a few times.

"With enough of a charge I could hit the weakest points on this door. Blow it wide open."

"Keep it down, Pyro. With enough of a charge you could take out this entire tunnel." Jackie mused, looking up at the slightly weak-looking beams separating them from the dirt above.

Carmen stepped up to the door, kicking it with her foot three times. "Mona! Open the door! I've bought some help!"

A moment later there was a hiss and the door slid open. Mei pulled Carmen back a foot while Brea and Jackie entered the room with their weapons drawn. Carmen gasped slightly, thinking they were going to shoot her sister. She struggled for a moment until Brea reappeared with Mona. The girl was no older than fifteen, but she was diffidently shorter than the average. Not by much, but enough. Carmen was allowed to approach her sister, she kneeled down to her level, her hands still behind her back.

"Mona, can you tell me what happened?"

"It was Damien! He showed up and started shooting at our house!"

"Are you okay? He didn't hit you did he?"

"Bryan!" Jackie's voice came from inside the room. He ducked in, wondering what she wanted.

"No, but the other lady; Krystal. I think she's hurt."

Right on cue. "Mei! Get in here!"

Mei handed Carmen off to Brea, just as Jackie came out of the room to help her.

Inside the room, Mei found Bryan kneeling in a corner of the room next to a pair of blue feet. This served to quicken her pace, pulling her kit from her pack again.

"How bad is it?"

"Two shots, one to the right arm and the other to the right side of the chest. Looks like it missed anything vital. Gonna need some bandage work, though. She's lost a decent amount of blood. Going to have to carry her out." He was working fast until he realized something. "Mei, look at this." He said, pulling on Krystal's shirt just enough to expose the wound.

"Did she do that?" Mei asked, looking at the bandage work. Bryan turned on the ball of his foot, mimicking what he would do if he had taken a shot to that side. "No, it's not wrapped right for her to have done it herself." He concluded, turning back to the situation at hand.

"The girl?" Mei mused, putting her kit away.

"We'll worry about that later." Bryan said, turning his back as Mei helped hoist the unconscious vixen onto his back, taking his rifle from him. "Lets get moving."

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"We didn't know what the hell happened to you guys!" Falco yelled, as Mei hoisted herself up out of the hole. She turned around, ignoring him, while Bryan handed off Krystal to her; hoisting himself up.

"Oh my... is she alright?" Falco's decibels had diffidently gone down between the first sentence and the next. "She will be. She's gonna have a headache when she wakes up, but her body will make the blood it needs to survive at this point. She's got nothing to worry about." Bryan answered, watching the medics carry off the blue vixen. Fox was just walking up to the scene, watching his mate go rolling by him on a gurney, he did a double take.

"Krystal! Oh my god... what happened..."

He turned to see Jackie pushing Carmen towards her unit. The handcuffs being the dead giveaway he needed. He rushed up to her, pushing Jackie aside, he roughly shoved Carmen onto the car, pulling her back up by her shirt. "You bitch! What did you do!" He slammed her hard into the car again. "What did you do!"

He was quickly pulled back and pinned to the ground by Falco, Dean, and Bryan. Mei pulled Carmen back to her feet, watching a small amount of blood creep onto the girl's jaws.

Fox still struggled against the three others until he felt a pop in his arm.

"Great." Falco moaned. "He's dislocated his shoulder."

"Hold still, Fox. This is going to hurt." Dean said, placing his knee at the joint, pushing it down hard. Fox growled in pain as the joint went back into place. Now he was turned over so he was facing up, looking right at Bryan.

"Hold your attacks off, got it? She didn't do anything to Krystal. If anything, without her, Krys wouldn't be here anymore."

"What?"

"They attacked the god damn house, Fox! Carmen's sister pulled Krystal into an underground bunker, even patched up her wounds until we got there!"

Fox stopped struggling all together and Falco helped her stand on is feet. He still favored his shoulder slightly, since the muscles in his arm had just been greatly confused as to where the bone was.

"Your sister... did that?" He asked, approaching Carmen.

She flinched, unsure of what he was going to do. "Yes... I taught her first aid incase anything ever happened." She answered quietly, still slightly shaken by the attack.

If had been a team-lead attack on her part, a close up encounter like that wouldn't had shaken her as much as it had. But since she was way out of her element, surrounded by cops without her team, she just couldn't hold her own too well.

Fox shook his head as he felt the migraine coming on. "Where do we go from here?"

"Simple," Brea said, jabbing her thumb in the general direction of Carmen. "Pump her for as much information as she knows."