I have not lost my update schedule! YAY!...

[That's probably not that impressive, is it...] (^ ^|||) ;

Reviews: (Or "My responses to Ivystorm and Musicat")

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Ivystorm: {I actually have no idea if S6 is 6th or 12th grade (Even though I claim to be from Hong Kong) I assuming 12th right?} I said, falling UP the ladder.

Musicat (1): Thanks! I tried to model Fuzzypelt of the "Urban Legend" of Foxleap, but you'll see where I'm going with him... (Instert evil laughter here) Also, If you're a sadist like I am, suffering is really funny!

Musicat (2): Yes, I'm a weeb! (When you know more japanesse than Chinese...) I would say I'm a Isekai/Slice of Life Trash. (For example, my favorite anime this season is "High school prodigies have it easy in another world.") Also, You should join me in the dark path that is Otaku land...

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Disclaimer: Are you really going to sue me with a lawyer?

July 1955, MI-6 Berlin post

Chapter 18: Detective

Bluefur's POV:

After Whiteye distracted the receptionist, Fuzzypelt and I snuck out of the orphanage, and rided his scooter to the base.

I probably should by my own form of transportation.

"Hey Fuzzypelt, Where did you buy the scooter?" I asked.

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"...Welll..."

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(- - ) [Real smooth]

We walked into the bookstore, and found a boy reading a comic book. The boy looked up at me, and then flirted, "Good thing I have my library card, 'cuz I'm gonna check you out."

[Dear Starclan] (- -)

Fuzzypelt laughed manically, and held himself up by leaning on the desk.

He eventually said to the boy, "That…..was brilliant. I gonna use that next time."

The boy responded, "You're welcome. Barely works though.", before returning to his book.

" [snort] , 'I'm gonna check you out.' Brilliant." he said as he entered the bathroom.

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"-Cuz I'm gonna check you out." Fuzzypelt joked.

Thrushpelt laughed quietly, and Rosetail rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.

"That was the worse pickup line in the history of pick up lines. It's so bad it's funny." Goosefeather facepawed, and shook his head.

"When did you appear?" Rosetail asked.

"Just in time to hear that. Anyways, We have a mission today. This is actually your first mission, so pay attention." Goosefeather straightened himself out. "We have to take care of a racketeering incident."

"So we're going to be actual spies for once?" Thrushpelt asked.

"Yes, which means you will need code names." Goosefeather told us.

"I call the Avenger!" Fuzzypelt blurted.

"More like the Fuzzball." Rosetail snorted.

"Well, your names are assigned to you already." Goosefeather said.

He began to list from a crumpled piece of paper: "Thrushpelt, you are Apple. Rosetail, you are Snow. Fuzzypelt, you are Feather. Bluefur, you are Maple."

"My codename's better than yours." Rosetail whispered.

"Right." Fuzzypelt rolled his eyes.

"What is your codename?" I asked.

Goosefeather sighed.

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"I am Jumper."

"Why did you get a different name than the rest of us?" Thrushpelt asked.

"Just a generation thing." He dismissed.

"Why did you sigh and take all that time?" Fuzzypelt asked.

"Nostalgia." He said. "Back to topic, we will have to catch a racketeer. He is a tall Caucasian, and is very paranoid. Do not engage until he hits a few more stores, so our store would not be suspected to have snitched on him. Even if we catch him, his co-workers will avenge him."

"When is this happening?" Rosetail asked.

"Today." Goosefeather responded.

"The Mouse-dung…" Rosetail's face clearly conveyed frustration.

"What store are we spying in?" I asked.

I heard Fuzzypelt mutter to himself, fingers crossed; He said, "Please be an arcade.", over and over again.

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"Macy's." Goosefeather said, causing a couple of things to happen.

Rosetail squealed.

Thrushpelt face expressed horror.

Fuzzypelt fell to the ground, and yelled, "NOOOOOO!" , causing Rosetail to cackle evilly.

[I didn't like to shop at Macy's, but at least it is not a furniture store, or Starclan forbid, a fast food restaurant.] (O o )

o(○｀ω´○) {MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

"Suck it up, Fuzzball." Rosetail patted Fuzzypelt's head. "We are going shopping."

— One car ride later —

"Does this look good?" Rosetail asked, holding a blouse in front of her.

"Well…. it's fine, but your hair doesn't match with it."

"What matches with dark hair?" Rosetail rolled her eyes.

"Do you think this is too… Showy?" I held up a skirt that barely touched my knees.

"Dear Starclan Yes. We're only 6th grade!" Rosetail exclaimed, "Right?"

"Hmm?" Fuzzypelt groaned.

Rosetail sighed.

"I don't think they're paying attention." I said, causing Rosetail to roll her eyes.

"Wait…."

( ･｀ω´+)

Rosetail lit up, and whispered to me. "Just do what I say."

"Miss, over here please!"

Fuzzypelt's POV:

I groaned, and leaned on the support pole.

"Kill me." I took out my unloaded pistol and handed it to Thrushpelt, staring at the paintball court across the outlet.

"I'll kill you if you kill me." Thrushpelt handed it back, equally bored.

[Why couldn't it be in a fun establishment? Heck, I would have taken a bookstore!] ＼(*-◇-)／｡ﾟоО

The girls began rambling on about clothes, and my eyes became drowsy. Then a phrase hung in my ear.

Rosetail said to an attendant, "Where do I try on the swimsuits?"

I jolted awake, and Thrushpelt responded, "It's no use, they have changing rooms."

Rosetail then said to Bluefur, "Can I have your opinion on it?"

Bluefur said, "I'll put on a swimsuit, so you should get someone else."

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I looked at Thrushpelt. Our eyes were both opened. （＊〇□〇）[…] （〇□〇 *）

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"Just one, okay? Two might be overkill." Rosetail said.

"The early cat gets the mouse." I said, racing to them, Thrushpelt hot on my tail.

When we got to the girls, I noticed that we weren't in the swimsuit area.

"So that's when you care about clothes." Rosetail chuckled, and Bluefur rolled her eyes.

Did I just get pranked? Dear Starclan.

"Perverts." Rosetail pinched me. "Keep your eyes on the racketeer."

Bluefur froze. She mouthed, "Behind you."

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I shoved my elbow behind me, and Thrushpelt fell to the floor.

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Bluefur facepawed as he groaned.

I turned around, and saw a man walk away with a bag, presumably cash, in hand. I radioed the base.

"Fuz-Feather here, spotted him. Pursuing him. Over." -Radio 1

"F-Jumper here, Wait a few minutes, and then engage." -Radio 6

I briskly followed the man. He looked all around him, and looked at me a few times. However, he did not sense I was following him.

As he walked into a furniture store, I slowed down my pace. I felt Bluefur's breath down my neck. I turned around, and found that our group was clumped together, ruining my inconspicuous stance.

"Guys, spread out." I whispered to them.

"Got it." Bluefur responded.

The man walked into a back room, and the manager followed him. Our group fanned out near the door, and we waited for him to leave.

While we were waiting, Thrushpelt radioed us,

"Guys, wait until he is outside of the building, so that we won't danger this store." -Radio 3

"Good thinking." -Radio 4

So we sat around. After a few minutes, I radioed,

"Is there a second exit?" -Radio 1

"Mouse-dung." -Radio 2

I went out, and found the second exit. However, I saw the man again, and began to follow him.

"Guys, I found him, come to my location." -Radio 1

I hit the new 'flare' button on my handheld radio, and put it back in the case.

The man looked around, and saw me again. His eyes widened, and he began to jog. I matched his pace.

He knew what was going on, and he knew I knew that he knew what was going on.

He ran towards the exit, and I followed him into the crowd.

I, luckily, had the ability to fly through obstacles, in this case, people.

C= C= C= C= C= C= ┌(;･_･)┘ ））[Reminds me of when we ran to the cafeteria before the hot food ran out]

After the crowd thinned, He zigzaged across the straightaway, and I followed him like a U-boat chasing its prey. I got within grabbing distance, and I reached out my hand to grab his shirt, but it was too short.

Cursing in my head, I realized I had to jump to reach him.

I took a deep breath, pushed my leg towards the floor to propel myself forward.

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But I just felt air.

I fell, and rolled down the stairs. I saw, from the corners of my eyes, Thrushpelt sliding down the stair rail, and running after the man.

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And then I hit the floor, causing shockwaves throughout my body. When I opened my eyes, I just saw the pavement.

I tried to push myself up, but my strength (Vast, might I add) disappeared.

While the rest of the group was chasing after the criminal, I remained face flat on the pavement.

Bluefur slid down the rail, and crouched next to me. She pulled out her first-aid kit.

"Why Fuzzypelt." She muttered, inspecting my body.

"Just fix me." I said, holding in my tears. I failed my mission. I'm a failure.

"Don't you cry." Bluefur said, bandaging my body. "Just a rookie mistake."

By this time, I heard a siren in the distance, which was growing louder.

Great.

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The police got involved in a mission I was supposed to solve.

Bluefur took off my shirt, and applied ointment on a painful spot, causing me to wince.

I heard the synchronized sound of Bluefur's and my radio.

"We got him. An ambulance is coming." -Radio 3

"At least we got him." Bluefur said.

"No thanks to me." I spat. However, I was on the ground, so the spit just covered my face.

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Not the best idea.

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"You found him. Without you, he would have gotten away." She reasoned.

Shoes stomped the ground, getting louder.

"How will I pay the medical bills." I groaned. I guess I'll have to get a part time job. I wonder if that café is willing to hire me. It's only girls though.

"Is he hurt badly?" Rosetail asked. Did I hear concern, or mockery?

"The thing that was hurt most was his self-confidence." Bluefur responded. "Everything else is somewhat superficial…

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[You're missing something...]

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Besides his arm, that is pretty damaged."

Thank you.

"Oh." Rosetail said.

Thrushpelt spoke, "Are you okay?"

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"I know that was a stupid question, but what else was I supposed to say?"

"Maybe I hope you get better?" Rosetail said.

"Okay. I hope you get better." Thrushpelt said.

"Thanks." I responded, my voice scratchy.

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"Can we lighten the mood?" I asked.

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Bluefur squeezed my sore muscles, and said sarcastically:

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"Good thing I have my library card, 'Cuz I'm going to check you out."

If you haven't guessed, this is a thing I wrote in class. Kill two birds with one stone.

Big brain, right?

Anyways, how do you guys like the chase scene? (Honest opinons only, por favor)

See you all next time! (Note: I specifically did not say "next week")

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[Nah, I wouldn't do that to you. I'm not that mean.]