I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe, it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
*Animal I Have Become – Three Days Grace*
Husky Destroyer
"Ah, there they are," Wolf stated as the Husky's Arwings quickly zoomed up to the Destroyer and slipped into the main hangar. Once the squadron was safely secured, he shot out of the bridge and down to the first level where the main hangar was. Instead of walking into a cheerful scene of the huskies celebrating over their successful attack, he walked into a scene of two huskies trying to hold back another, with many of them yelling, shouting, and attempting to throw paws. One of them had a paw over his nose as he kept his distance on the skirmish. Wolf's maw fell to the cold floor.
"Sheila, calm down!" the dark copper husky Kassian commanded, trying to restrain her, but the cinnamon husky was having none of it.
Sharp growled and pushed Sheila away from himself. "You're the one that didn't follow orders! You should be the one in the body bag!"
"Fuck you!" Sheila snarled, pushing the larger husky back. Garrison came out and grabbed at her arm.
"Sheila, what's gotten into you?" he questioned, trying to hold her back. Sheila ripped her arm free and pushed the pure white husky backwards. She attempted to throw a punch at Sharp, but the light gray husky MacKinnon grabbed her wrist before it could connect.
"Let go of me!" she barked, but he continued to fight with her to contain her rage.
"Sheila!" Wolf shouted, which caused the female husky to jerk her head around and swiftly change her emotions from blind fury to pure sorrow and regret.
"Wolf!" Sheila cried, rushing over to the lupine and dropping down at his feet, putting her face in his chest. She instantly started crying audibly, which made Wolf give a nasty scowl to the other huskies.
"What did you do to her?" he growled, baring his teeth.
"We didn't do a god damn thing," Sharp scoffed. "Ask that one what she did."
"Sheila?" Wolf called out softly in a questioning tone, tilting his head toward her. "What happened?"
Sheila choked back a sob as she reached into her pocket and pulled out two sleek gold pendants. As she did so, she fell all the way down to the floor in grief.
Specialist Scott Gallagher – Husky 6
S-ent First Cl- Patrick Richa- Hus- 3
Richardson's pendant was rendered somewhat incomprehensible as a large stain of red covered the lettering. He crouched down and embraced the light copper husky as he let the badges fall from his paw. He attempted to console her to the best of his abilities, but she suddenly broke up and shouted across the room.
"It was not my fault!" she barked in a cracking voice, her fur being stained by tears. "It was its fault!"
"It was, yes, but not the other one's!" Sharp growled with a disapproving scowl. "You killed the wrong human!"
"I shot the bastard that started this!" Sheila snarled.
"I know! That's the damn problem, Spitz!"
"That asshole had it coming!"
"Good lord Sheila!" Sharp growled loudly. "You killed our only option for answers! You murdered our only solution in cold blood!"
"My ass it was the only one," Sheila retorted. "You can find another one of those apes."
"What if we can't? Hmm?" Sharp questioned impatiently. "What if he was the only one that knew?"
"So? Why are you so concerned about finding answers all of a sudden?"
"Well, unlike some people, I don't want to be here!" Sharp shouted. "I've got my fiancée at home and I'm here fighting a war that, in all honesty, can be won without my help! I don't want to risk my life when my family is back at home!"
"A lot of people back home don't have any families anymore, Alex!" she snapped. "We're here to glass this damn planet and avenge our families back home!"
Wolf tried to calm her down again, but she suddenly turned around with an enraged fire in her eyes.
"And you! You thought this was an accident? You thought that it was a fucked up satellite? Are you fuckin' stupid?!"
"Sheila?" Wolf called out softly in disbelief at the husky's intense swing of emotions. He had never seen her so livid and emotional before. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so irate and inconsolable.
"Don't Sheila me," she barked sourly, glaring at the lupine's violet eyes. "You can't tell me this was a fuckin' accident now! They just murdered my teammates, and countless numbers of our other soldiers! They are fighting back!"
"Yeah, cause they were defending themselves!" Wolf shot back. "Of course they're gonna start killing us because we're attacking them for no reason!"
"Can you even hear yourself?" Sheila impulsively questioned.
"Can you?" he fired right back. "Do you realize the only reason why they are shooting at us is because we are instigating them? Did you even hear me when I was explaining this to James?"
As soon as he mentioned the vulpine's name, she instantly donned a nasty scowl and lowered her voice as deep as it could go. "Don't you even bring that asshole into this!"
"What?" Wolf half-shouted. "That's my damn father you're degrading, Sheila!"
"After what he did to you I'm amazed you still call him your father!" she spat nastily, stunning the lupine. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull, his jaw unhinged, and his arms and tail fell limp. He could only stare at her with a blank stare; disbelieving what she had just announced.
"Sheila…" Wolf said pitifully, not breaking a whisper. "How… could you say that?"
"And how could you stand there and tell me… tell us… that what they did to us was an accident? You're trying to defend them? You're choosing their lives over ours? Even after what they're doing to us now, you're still siding with them?"
Wolf tried to speak up, but he was still fighting his sudden emotional spiral that his vocal chords would not work. Sheila started walking away from him backwards, sniffling as she spoke up again.
"James was right," she started, fighting back a sob. "You really are a heartless son of a bitch."
That was the final nail in the coffin for Wolf. His heart instantly split in two.
Sheila gave him another dirty look, then stormed out of the hangars and towards the living quarters. Wolf dropped his head low, then let a soft whimper escape him as he padded back to the door he had entered in and headed back towards the bridge. He was absolutely devastated. His ears were folded over, his tail was tucked between his legs, and he walked slowly down the hall with slouched shoulders and dragging heels.
'You're seriously gonna try to defend them while they plot to do the same damn thing again?' James' faint, distant voice reverberated in the lupine's mind. He faltered and leaned up against the wall, trying to shake the thoughts.
"They aren't right," he muttered under his breath as he continued walking.
'Even if it was an accident, as you say, this attack is unforgivable,' Pepper's words echoed in his skull, causing Wolf to snarl quietly and violently shake his head.
"They aren't right," he repeated louder and with more emphasis. He tried to stand straight up again and continue walking, but the huge nail came back and bit him hard.
'You really are a heartless son of a bitch.'
Wolf faltered down to both knees, then quickly fell all the way down to all fours. As his breathing intensified as he made large gasps for air, his wrist transmitter started vibrating.
Wolf growled at the caller ID. "Screw you James. I ain't listening to your shit about how many innocent people you murdered," he spat, pressing ignore on his wrist. He stood back up after a brief moment, but once again James was back on his wrist.
"I told you McCloud, I don't wanna listen to you." As he once again ignored James' call, he sat back down on the metal floor and cupped his head in his paws.
This whole situation was ruining his life. He wanted nothing more to do with James, and he wondered if he still even had his companion anymore. He had the height of his life set before him, but it all crashed down faster than that failed human satellite.
Why wouldn't they listen? Were they still running on blind rage? Did they not have one ounce of rationality in them at all? Better yet, why was he the only one thinking rational thoughts? It seemed as though he was the only one that didn't have an unquenchable bloodlust, and actually thought about the situation without the first choice being to glass the planet. He had moral and reasonable thoughts that the rest of them lacked. They were all hell bent on revenge, while he still had a sense of rationality.
Both James and Sheila had called him heartless. Yet, he was the only one that had one.
"They aren't right."
As Wolf felt his wrist vibrating again, he looked back at the screen, but once he saw an orange vulpine's face he instantly tore off the transmitter and threw it up against the wall. It smashed up against the light silver wall and fell to the ground in pieces.
"Fuck it," he growled loudly, then picked himself up and stormed back into the hangars. There were only two huskies left in the room, those being Kassian and Garrison. Wolf walked up to the Arwing locking grid, then disengaged one of the fighters and primed it for takeoff.
"Wolf?!" Garrison shouted, running up to him before he could jump into the fighter. "What the hell are you–"
He wasn't able to finish as Wolf quickly dropped the pure white husky with a wild right hook. As his unconscious body fell to the cold floor, Kassian recoiled, then tried his own method to stop the lupine, and this time he had a better chance than the previous husky.
Kassian ducked under Wolf's first swing, and elbowed the lupine in the stomach. As Wolf faltered, he swiftly spun around and took the dark copper husky's legs out from under him. Kassian's body impacted the floor with a loud, echoing thud, giving Wolf the perfect opportunity to leap into the Arwing, and within seconds was shooting out of the hangar and towards the planet.
"Kass! Who was that?" Sharp shouted over the loud boom that resounded from the Arwing. Kassian grunted as the larger husky helped him to his feet, then growled at the streaking fighter jet.
"Wolf just jacked G's Arwing," he said bitterly, then crouched down to the unconscious husky. "Help me get him to the med bay. Wolf fucked him over pretty bad."
Sharp nodded and threw one of Garrison's arms over his shoulder. As the two helped the white husky to the medical rooms, they came across the emotional mess that was the cinnamon copper husky Sheila. She was crying into her arms as she sat on the floor, but once she noticed the unconscious husky she quickly bolted up and checked on him.
"What happened?" she said shakily because of her tears.
"Your boyfriend happened," Sharp said angrily, then disappeared into the infirmary with the husky. Sheila stood in the doorway with her jaw hanging open. She was in complete and total shock at what the lupine did to her teammate.
Wolf had changed. He wasn't the happy, caring person that she had come to know and love anymore. But yet, neither was she. She wasn't the same either. She had changed as well, almost as bad as Wolf had. She didn't feel sorry for him one bit, however she did understand why he was acting the way he had. He had his crazy beliefs, and nobody would back him up on it.
And that was the way it should have been.
Sheila shook her head faintly as her thoughts took full hold. Why was Wolf so set in his opinions? He couldn't be right… could he? No. He was wrong… so, so wrong. The humans had fought back. They just killed two of her squadron members; two of her family members. They were cold-blooded, savage, murdering aliens, and they had just taken it way too many steps too far. They opened the door by launching the missile, and now they are walking through the wide open door by killing whoever got in their way.
And Wolf was trying to defend the humans? After what he had gone through as of yet, he was still sticking up for them? She was definitely missing something. Wolf knew something that she didn't… and she needed to figure it out.
She lifted her transmitter up to her muzzle, but put it back down just as fast. "He won't listen to me," she whispered to herself, walking through the hallway and down to her quarters. "Not after what I just did to him. He's probably livid with me. I… I just…"
Sheila sighed as she rested her copper head up against her door. She felt a cold tear roll down her face again as a terrible thought flashed across her mind. "I just ruined my relationship with him. I…"
She slowly opened the door to her quarters and sat on her bedside, then continued to scold herself by practically screaming at herself. "Wolf… I'm… I'm so sorry… Damn it, I love you to death Wolf! Why did I do it?! Why am I so heartless?!"
As Sheila burst into tears yet again, another sudden realization dawned on her. Her bloodshot and tear-filled eyes shot wide open as her voice barely cracked a whisper.
"Wolf… I… I was wrong… I was so wrong…"
Rockford, Illinois
"You holding out alright back there bud?" Nathan asked over the roar of the wind in the silver car's window. Taylor was driving a good fifteen miles an hour over the sixty-five speed limit, rushing from the now desolate downtown Chicago and speeding towards Nathan's apartment in suburban Rockford; almost two hours away. That was their only safe haven now with the kidnapped fox in their backseat.
"I'm alright," Fox said with his transmitter up to his muzzle. "I'm trying to call my brother and let him know what's going on."
"Just him?" Nathan quickly questioned. "No one else?"
"Yup," Fox responded, then threw his arm down. "I can't seem to get a hold of him though."
"You sure your transmitters' calls work on our planet?"
"I would think so. Uncle Vince said he would use your satellite grids to broadcast our calls," Fox explained, then grinned once he saw Nathan's confused face. "Just for now of course," he added.
"So that's why our phones didn't get any service, Tay," Nathan said, turning back to the woman driver. "They hacked into us and disabled our towers."
Taylor grunted as she shifted lanes. "They musta thought way ahead for this," she stated.
"Exactly."
Fox growled again and threw his arm down in frustration. "Come on, pick up already."
"Who is your brother anyway, Fox?" Nathan asked, turning around to face the kit.
"Wolf," he answered, not looking up from his wrist.
Whatinthefuckingfuck?
"And he isn't fighting at all?" Nathan quickly added, disregarding the inadvertent bomb Fox dropped on him.
"He doesn't want to. He absolutely refused."
Nathan smiled. "If you can get a hold of him, tell him I said thank you."
Fox's ears perked up as he gave the human a friendly grin and continued to fiddle with the machine. He picked out one of the chips, dusted it off, then placed it back in in a heartbeat. After the system finished rebooting, he tried making another call, but still with the same outcome as before. Fox gave up as he let out an annoyed groan and slouched back in his seat.
"Don't worry Fox," Nathan assured. "We'll find him. I'm sure."
"No, Nathan, you don't understand," Fox butted in, jerking his head back up to make eye contact. "If my dad tells Wolf about what happened to me first, then he's gonna have a pretty good reason to fight, and he's one hell of a fighter."
"Ngh, you're right," Nathan grumbled, turning back around. He suddenly had an idea come to mind and turned back to the vulpine.
"I bet I can do some computer stuff to get a hold of him. Just wait till we get back to my place."
"Really?" Fox asked excitedly. "Awesome. How far away?"
Taylor suddenly jerked off of the highway and drove down an off ramp joining up to some city streets. "Just a few more minutes now," she explained, turning down a side street. A few minutes passed in silence as the truck sped down city streets. What bugged her was that they were completely deserted. Not a single soul was on the streets. They must've all left or were hunkering down and hoping that a stray shot wouldn't kill them.
Taylor pulled up to a medium sized apartment complex and parked in the nearest open spot, then as soon as she turned off the car the two human occupants jumped out. Nathan walked over to the five foot tall fox and held out his arms.
"Here, I got ya."
Fox nodded and allowed the human to scoop him up out of the car and carry him like a small child. Fox wrapped his soft, fur covered arm around Nathan's neck as the human shifted the awkward humanized vulpine frame in his arms. He walked up a small set of stairs and up to a door with the numbers '43' drilled into it, then let Taylor unlock the door and allow Nathan step into his decently sized apartment. Luckily, he had some spare time before he had to help Taylor move, so he used it to clean up his apartment somewhat. It wasn't the cleanest place, but the bright side was that there wasn't food littered everywhere. It had an L shaped couch in the corner, facing the other wall that had a large TV propped up against it. The kitchen was practically connected to the main room, only being separated by a granite countertop. Nathan walked the vulpine to the couch and gently set him on it. Fox instantly relaxed as he felt the cool leather on his fur and tail.
"Make yourself at home, Fox," Nathan announced. "I'm gonna go grab my gear from the car and I'll be in in a sec."
Nathan popped out of the door and rushed up to the car. He pulled out his stolen enemy uniforms, along with the stolen rifles, and a backpack with a few supplies he had gathered from the trunk of the vehicle. He trotted back up the stairs with his hands full, and managed to open the door with a bit of difficulty in doing so. He threw the uniforms and rifles on the edge of the couch, put the backpack on the ground beside it, then flopped down on the long couch next to the vulpine.
"You seriously kept the rifles?" Taylor asked with a smirk. "Don't you have your own?"
"Yes… and now I have two more," Nathan said with a grin. Taylor faintly shook her head, then walked up to the TV and turned it on.
"Maybe they've got some news on this," Taylor wished, waiting for the screen to pop up.
"Well, while you're waiting on that," Nathan announced, standing up off the couch and walking to a closet on the other side of the room. He pulled out an old set of crutches, adjusted them to the tod's height, and then handed them to the vulpine. Fox stared at the light metal crutches confusedly.
"What are these?"
"They're crutches," Nathan explained. "You can use them since your leg is broken and all."
"Cool," Fox said, pawing the crutches. Nathan chuckled and gestured at the fox.
"Follow me bud. I'll see what I can do to get your brother."
Fox nodded and limped on the crutches as he followed the human through a short hallway and into a medium sized bedroom. Nathan sat down at the desk, while Fox leaned up against the chair behind him. Nathan then pulled off his stolen wrist transmitter and fiddled with a few of the settings.
"Alright, let's see what I can't do here…" he said out loud.
"Vué?" Fox said in a questioning tone. Nathan cocked a head at him, but realized that his translator must've deactivated accidentally. To avoid that happening again, he gently grabbed the vulpine's wrist, then activated his translator on his device.
"Better?"
"Much."
Nathan chuckled then spun around to the computer screen. "Oh, Fox, can you put your arm down here for a sec?"
Fox obliged by putting his furred arm on the desk. Nathan then poked at the vulpine's transmitter, then was able to pull up a few numbers on his screen. Nathan hesitantly copied those numbers down from Fox's wrist and onto his desktop computer. After fiddling with the new information he was given, he sank back down in the seat.
"Ngh, vienne sur tu morceau de merde," Nathan grumbled to himself.
"Wait, Nathan," Fox piped up, then stole his arm back as he scanned through some information. He smiled as he found what he was looking for. "Put this in," he commanded, throwing his wrist back into Nathan's face. Nathan did the same thing with that information, then an undetailed map suddenly popped up on his screen with a red dot.
"Ahh, tracking," Nathan cooed with a smile. "Nice work Fo– wait... what was that number you put in?"
"It's a code for a chip that the CDF has every pilot wear on them at all times."
"Oh, so for constant surveillance?"
"Yeah," Fox responded, rubbing his orange arms. "I don't have it since I'm not a pilot… yet."
"Ahh, looking into being a pilot, eh?" Nathan smiled. "It's hard work, but it's worth it in the end; believe me."
"My dad wants me to be a pilot," Fox said with his own smile. "He wants me to inherit the family business when I'm old enough."
And you'll do a damn good job at it, Nathan thought with a smile.
"But I don't think I'll do it," Fox added, tilting his ears backwards. "I want to do what Uncle Vince does, with all the science and research and stuff. That's really cool."
Nathan smiled and patted the vulpine's shoulder. "You do whatever you want, Fox. My dad wanted me to go into business management like himself, but I always wanted to get involved with the military; which I ended up doing."
"You're in the military?" Fox asked with eyes wide.
"Sure am. Was with the U.S. Special Forces for a few years. You think I was lying when I said I would protect you?" Nathan asked with a grin.
"You do make a point."
Nathan turned back and scanned around the map that popped up on his screen. After a few moments, he suddenly shot up, grabbed his stolen wrist transmitter, and sped over to his closet. He instantly crouched down to the server-like device in the corner and started messing with the machine.
"What are you doing?" Fox asked in awe.
"Hacking into anything nearby," Nathan's muffled voice responded, completely unfocused on his conversation.
"What is that?"
"My special toy," Nathan said proudly. "Built it myself. Can do a bunch of different things."
After a brief minute or two, he slipped back into his office chair and started typing furiously. Three different coded terms popped up, and Nathan pointed to them and turned to Fox.
"Recognize these?"
Fox leaned over and squinted at the screen, then his eyes shot wide open. "Huh. First one is a G-diffuser system, second one is a transmissions line, and the third one is… um…"
"Transmissions lines?" Nathan interrupted. "Just what I hoped!"
"Why? What are you doing with them?"
Nathan smiled and turned the volume up on his monitor. He clicked on the second term, then the sound of distant radio static filled the room.
"Your bro is in an aircraft. I just tapped us into his radio lines. Say something," Nathan commanded, handing him a black headset. Fox struggled with the device because of his floppy vulpine ears, but managed to expertly balance the headset on top of his head. He lowered the mic attachment and spoke.
"Wolf? You there?"
"FOX?!" Wolf shouted, distorting the radio quality. "How the fu… ront door are you in my ship?!"
"I'll explain later. Just… get to where I am quickly," Fox responded swiftly.
"What, the Great Fox? That's where I was headed bud–"
"No, I'm not there. I'm… what? Ninety miles west of that."
"WHY ARE YOU NOT ON THE SHIP?!" Wolf blared in a state of panic.
"Wolf, listen," Fox pleaded "Just get to my coordinates and I'll tell you then. Hurry!"
"Are you in trouble?" Wolf quickly asked.
"Not even close," Fox smiled. "I just need you here. And please; don't tell dad."
"Why don't you want me to tell him?"
"Just trust me," Fox assured. "Get here as quick as you can, and I'll fill you in then."
"Okay, I'll be there soon. See you there runt."
Nathan chuckled as Fox put down the headset. "You sure he won't flip out once he sees you with us?" Nathan asked skeptically. Fox smiled and put a paw on Nathan's shoulder.
"Believe me, he won't lay a paw on you as long as I say so."
"Thank you," Nathan smiled, then jerked his head towards the door. "You hungry Fox?"
Fox smiled a toothy smile and nodded. "Starving."
General Pepper's Flagship
Pepper smiled at his large holographic screen. His entire sector that he had mapped out for the huskies was completely green. No exceptions.
However, James' group was slow on the up taking. Their one spot they had was still blinking periodically. Granted, that was a very large city, and they had significantly less ground troops than the eastern seaboard had in combat, but still, it was James McCloud. He could've wiped the floor with anything he saw in a million different ways in a heartbeat. It wasn't characteristic of him to stick around longer than he needed to, especially with the enemy they were up against.
Almost as if on cue, the bloodhound's radio transmissions started ringing with the aforementioned vulpine on the caller ID. Pepper smiled and answered the call.
"Hey James, how was your–"
"FOX IS GONE!" James screeched, deafening the bloodhound.
"What?! How?!"
"Those fucking aliens!" James retorted with a faltering voice. "The damn humans snuck aboard and took him! They kidnapped my kit!"
"Have you tried calling him?" Pepper asked on impulse.
Pepper heard the faint, distant sound of a paw coming into contact with forehead through the other line. "I'm so fuckin' stupid. Hold on Pep, I'll call you back."
# Rockford, Illinois #
Fox felt his vibrating wrist as he sat back down on the couch in the main room with a plate of freshly prepared food, courtesy of the bearded human still in the kitchen. He made a glance to the screen, then gasped loudly as he noticed it was his father on the other end trying to establish a connection.
"Nate!" Fox shouted, shaking his wrist. "Nate it's him! It's my dad!"
Nathan shot out from the kitchen and rushed up to him. "Don't answer it!"
"No duh I'm not gonna answer it," Fox retorted, setting the plate aside. "It's just… I've never ignored my dad like this. I feel like I'm letting him down."
Nathan sat down and wrapped his arm around him. "It'll be alright. Once your brother gets here we can sort things out. It's our only chance."
Fox nodded slowly and slipped the transmitter off of his wrist. He set it on the couch next to him as it continued to ring. He kept making glances to it, then back to Nathan, almost implying he needed to answer it.
"I know Fox. I understand," Nathan assured, embracing the vulpine gently. Fox relaxed a bit as he laid his muzzle on the human's shoulder. As soon as the transmitter stopped ringing, he let out a whimper and buried himself into the human's warm grasp.
Nathan instantly realized his experiment was tearing the little anthro fox kid's heart in half. He could feel the uncertainty and sadness stemming from the vulpine, but it was what he had to do. If he wanted his own race to survive, he needed to do anything and everything in his power to do so.
Granted, taking the kit wasn't his first option at all. The last thing he wanted to do was try and drag a kid into the skirmish; an alien one at that. He knew in his mind that if he had a kid, and another alien race stole him or her, he'd be pretty livid also. He'd worry nonstop until he sought that his kid was safe. That must've been how Fox's father was feeling. But, it was what he had to do. Fox was his only hope of surviving and ending the ongoing assault by the humanized animal alien race.
All he hoped was that the plan in his head would work.
# Great Fox #
"Come on kit, pick up the damn call," James growled, practically smashing the transmitter up against his face. He was startled as a blue feathered wing was suddenly set on his shoulder.
"You alright James?" Riley asked, ruffling his feathers. James turned his head and stared at the avian with bloodshot eyes and a concerned stare, shaking his head in negativity.
"Fox… he's… he's been kidnapped."
"What?" Riley squawked. James instantly hushed him as he smothered the device into his fur. He was silent for a few seconds, then whimpered faintly as his arm fell limply to his side. He sat down on Fox's bed and folded over, beginning to sniffle.
Riley held up his own transmitter to his beak on an impulsive idea. "Wes? We need a search party of five ready in five minutes… Yes, me and James too… I'll tell you why when we get down there…"
James lifted his tear stained face out of his arms as Riley ended his call. He hesitated, but let a small smile escape his maw as he shot up and embraced the avian.
"You're the best," he chuckled faintly, patting Riley's back. Riley staggered backwards a bit but returned the gesture.
"We'll find him James…" Riley assured, tightening his grip on the vulpine. "We'll find him."
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Riley's sudden search party organization turned out to be the best idea he'd had in a long time. His party consisted of himself, James, Wes, the feline Wallace, and a silver female vulpine by the name of Sarah Bowman.
Sarah was a beautiful, small, young vixen. She had long, bouncy curls running all around her ears, and her stature made her seem like a twenty-one year old; disregarding her actual age of course. She was only sixteen, which was extremely young to be in combat, but with the sudden departure for war, they did not restrict anyone from seeking revenge. At about five foot four and one hundred and ten pounds, she was easily the smallest soldier, but not the least competitive. The vixen was extremely, almost excessively aggressive during training, but off-duty she was always smiling and would essentially drop everything to help a fellow soldier. This was the case in this current moment, as she was the first one to say she wanted to aid in the search and rescue.
James walked into the room with the newly formed rescue party with his maw partially buried in his transmitter, talking to one of the Cornerian scientists. "You said that you can track him? How?"
"I can use the humans' satellites to put a marker down on him. I just need more information," the scientist said with the faint sound of typing in the background of the call.
"Alright, what do you need Arti?" James asked patiently.
"Do you know Fox's transmitter's serial number or authorization code?" the blue jay Arthur asked.
"Um… yeah," James responded, trying to jog his memory. "285-C-0-94," he read off slowly, trying to catch himself if he made a mistake at all.
James heard the scientist typing in the background as he read the letters and numbers off slowly. The blue jay on the other end grunted in approval, then sent a set of coordinates to his transmitter only a few moments later. "That should be exact. Good luck out there!"
"Oh, believe me," James said with a cold growl. "I'm not the one that needs luck."
"True that," Arthur chuckled. "Take care James."
The vulpine put down his wrist, then turned around to the group. He pushed a button on his transmitter, then sent the same coordinates the blue jay had sent to each of the group members.
"There's where he is. We've got clearance to fly in fifteen minutes, and by the looks of it we'll get there in another half."
"What's the plan, Mr. McCloud?" Sarah asked very politely, making James smile slightly.
"Alright, Wes, Sarah, and I will rush in, while Riley and Wallace will secure a perimeter in the air so they don't escape. All good?"
Everyone nodded in agreement, but James wasn't done yet. He sighed as he looked away for a brief moment, then once he focused back, he cracked his knuckles loudly.
"We're getting him back, and we'll make these kidnapping aliens experience the hell they put us through."
