Here is chapter 5, I know it has been a long time but let explain. First I had started doing a new story, and then I thought 'fuck it' and decided to do this chapter. But then my computer decides to crash, deleting my work so I have to redo it again. Only for it to be corrupted and I'm back at square one. Anyway here's chapter 5.

"We're here, Fox," said Leah.

Fox slowly opened his eyes; he looked out the front windscreen to see the ruined factory. Slowly, he opened the truck door and stepped out of the truck. As he did, three protectors ran past him to the back of the truck. He looked around to see Leah heading inside the factory and chased after her.

-x-x-x-

Fox and Leah were in the underground chamber, making their way towards the commander. As they made their way through the large numbers of Protectors, Fox could feel they're eyes staring at him, at all the blood and flesh that covered him.

Soon, they were near the commanders area, the Commander had his back to them, looking over a large map that was pinned up on the wall behind the desk, not realising they were there. Leah cleared her throat and the commander spun round almost instantly.

"Commander, I can report that we succeeded in taking a fairly large amount of equipment, but we had more than expected casualties." Reported Leah.

"I have been informed Leah," sighed the Commander, "Such a same, so much death, for so little gain."

"Not trying to offend," put in Fox, "But I helped you, so you must hold up your end of the agreement."

The hooded head turned to face Fox; who stared into the black emptiness underneath the hood. The Commander then turned to Leah.

"Leah, you are dismissed."

Leah saluted before walking off, the Commander returned his attention to Fox.

"What you have done Fox is just the tip of the iceberg," said the Commander.

"We had a deal!" burst out Fox, "I said I would help you in return you'd give me Nova."

"And you will get him; my spies are busy trying to track him down."

"Well, tell them to hurry up."

"You don't quite get it do you, your actions are going to help them in tracking him down."

"Explain."

"Nova's a greedy coward; he will react to anything that threatens him or his power. Based on what I have heard, you've made quite a mess, Nova's going to react to that when he hears and that's going to scare him, and if it scares him, it affects his judgement.

"So your plan is to scare him out of hiding?"

"Something like, you up for some more carnage."

"If he shows his ugly mug, I'm in."

-x-x-x-

A black panther in Death Bringer armour walked through a dark, grey, metal corridor. Small white lights ran along the walls producing very minimum light. The panther's footsteps echoed with each step he took. Ahead was a large metal door guarded by five heavily armed Death Bringers. All of the guards wore the standard armour and helmet, each of them had never before seen weapons that looked like heavily modified machine guns.

"Where do you think you're going?" asked one of the guards in a smug tone.

"Out of my way, bastards!" roared the panther, scaring the guards when they realised who it was.

"R-R-Reaper?" stuttered the guard, "Let him through!"

One of the guards ran to the terminal beside the door and began pressing a few buttons. Soon, the door opened, allowing Reaper to enter.

Inside was a dark room that had black walls and floor. On the left was a large plasma screen TV with three black, leather chairs. On the right was a rather large mini-bar with many different kinds of bottles of different sizes next to a door. Ahead was a black desk that had a computer and several sheets of paper sprawled across. Behind the desk, sitting in a black leather swivel chair, was an obese, pink pig in a business suit. Nova's eyes looked up from the computer screen to see Reaper walking over to him.

"Reaper! What are you doing here?" asked a surprised Nova.

"Bad news boss, some assholes decided to trash one of our shipping yards and that new weapons shipment your contact sent us." Replied Reaper with a hint of anger in his voice.

Nova's mouth dropped and his fists slammed into the desk as he stood up. His eyes were burning with anger and his teeth barred.

"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ATTACK!" roared a frenzied Nova.

"Don't know yet boss, but these pricks were ferocious in this attack, most of our boys were ripped to shreds. What should we do?" asked Reaper.

Nova began pacing behind his desk with his arms crossed, muttering to himself. Soon, he stopped and turned to face Reaper.

"If they want to play rough, we'll play rough, get the word out, I want every last one of those gangs hunted down and eliminated. I don't care who target, or how you do it, just get FUCKING RID OF THEM!"

"With pleasure, Boss."

Reaper spun round on his heels and made his way out the door, leaving behind a fuming Nova. Nova return to his desk and sat down.

"I better inform Stone of this development' he thought to himself.

He pressed a few buttons on the computer and waited. Soon, the image of a black haired ape in a black generals uniform appeared on screen.

"Nova? What is the meaning of this?" asked General Stone.

"The shipment you sent has been destroyed, I need another." Replied Nova.

"How was it destroyed?" asked Stone in a shocked tone.

"One gang decided to play dirty."

"How could you let a load of high tech weapons be destroyed by a bunch of reckless, undisciplined retards? This is unacceptable!"

"They're getting more and more daring, now, about that shipment..."

"You will not be getting another shipment; you'll have to make do with what you got."

Nova's eyes nearly popped out at that last statement.

"Hold on, Stone! I need those weapons to fulfil my role in Ghost Company!" Yelled Nova.

"Your role is to supply Ghost Company with basic resources, not excuses." Replied Stone in an annoyed tone.

"My pirates are getting those resources like I promised."

"We cannot afford to waste resources Nova. McCloud's escape has already delayed our plans, and has cost us valuable resources."

"And if I can't control Kew, then..."

Nova froze, his eyes widened and his jaw began to quiver. A wave of horror washed over him, he realised how this gang were successful in their attack.

"He's here," he muttered, Stone couldn't make out what he was saying.

"What?"

"He's here! McCloud's here! On Kew! He's working with that gang! I can't stay here, he'll kill me! You've got to get me off this planet!"

"I'll send for Captain Vander to collect you. He'll be there within four days."

"Can't you send him here faster, or someone else?"

"Vander is the only one of us I can send without suspicion. Is there a place you can hide until he arrives?"

"Yes, but only one will be able to prevent McCloud from reaching me. I'll contact you when I arrive."

"Understood, out."

-x-x-x-

(2 days later)

Falco sat down on the blue couch in his apartment and switched on the TV. The walls of the apartment were a dark blue, and a dark blue carpet covered the floor. Opposite the couch in the far corner was the TV; next to it was a sliding glass door that led onto a small balcony. Beside the couch was a small table which held a large number of photos perched on it, some of them were of the Star Fox team, and others were of Star Falco.

The living room was connected to the kitchen, which had a white tiled floor and cupboards with a black glossy surface. Part of the surface was used as a table with four metal stools underneath. There was a metal sink build into the surface, with a chrome fridge in the far corner. There were other appliances like a chrome coffee machine and a white plastic microwave.

Between the kitchen and living room was a corridor, with a pink feline in a white, baggy night shirt and tight red shorts.

"Morning Falco," uttered Katt through a yawn, as she walked over to the kitchen.

"Morning Katt," replied Falco, before returning to the TV.

Katt opened the cupboard underneath the coffee machine, and pulled out a mug. She grabbed the jug from the machine and began to pour the coffee.

"See you've been for a jog," she said as looked at his red t-shirt and grey jogging shorts. Falco however, didn't reply, his attention was glued to the screen. Katt noticed and focused hers as well.

On the TV was the news, with a red squirrel wearing a grey suit, sitting at a white desk, with several images of the different planets in Lylat.

"Our top story this morning, gang violence on Kew is dangerously on the increase. It all started a few days ago when a heavily armed hang launched an attack against a Nova-Corp Star Port, killing the security guards and destroyed the site and half-a-million credits worth of medical supplies. This has been followed by more violent clashes between the gangs, which have lead to destroyed areas and untold numbers of dead. Whether the Cornerian military will be able to respond to this is unknown, due to large numbers of rebel Venom force and the upcoming visit from Venom's leader, Dash Bowman. In other news..."

Falco sighed and switched of the TV, he didn't want to hear about the rebels that were hiding at the edge of the Lylat system. He turned to face the photos on the table next him, and sighed again. When the battle above Venom ended, the Star Fox team was disbanded; Slippy went on to marry Amanda, Krystal was now a flight instructor at the Academy, and Falco, Katt and Dash had started a new mercenary team, Star Falco. However, when Venom was defeated, Dash left the team to lead Venom and end the hostilities.

"We'll make them pay," he said to the photo of Fox.

"When are we gonna start recruiting?" asked Katt.

"Today," replied Falco in a stern voice.

-x-x-x-

Fox was sitting in the back of a truck with thirteen other Protectors; it wasn't a very comfy ride. Fox had given all of the cargo on his shuttle to the Protectors. A fifth of the equipment had been given to the Protectors for this mission. Everyone was wearing Ghost Company armour which was leaving very little room to breathe, and the weapons didn't help either, but they were vital for the mission.

Their mission was to rescue a spy who had been working undercover as a Death Bringer, and had been captured by a gang of slavers known as the Hunters. The Hunters were infamous for abducting people and selling them off as slaves, while they weren't picky about who they captured, they had a preference for members from rival gangs, so they could weaken their rivals manpower and make a larger profit. The Protectors had made many attempts to rescue the slaves in the past, while not always being successful; many of those they rescued had joined their ranks.

However, failure wasn't an option this time. The spy they were looking for had vital information regarding the location of Max Nova. First they had to rendezvous with the Protectors who would be responsible for transporting the slaves out, before launching the attack.

The only two not wearing helmets other than Fox were Black-Wing and Leah, which showed the anxiety that was written over their faces, and it could be felt in the atmosphere. The Death Bringers had been on a barbaric rampage against everyone for the destruction, and unknown to them, theft, of their weapons, this caused the other gangs to retaliate in the same manner, while sending the Protectors deeper into the shadows, making small tactical strikes against the gangs.

Suddenly, the truck made a hard turn to right, shaking everyone up on the inside, before coming to a sudden stop. The back opened up and everyone began to scramble out. Fox was the last one out; he looked round to see he was in another one of Kew's abandoned areas. Dark ruined buildings stood either side, shrouding the street in the darkness of there shadows.

Fox looked over everyone and saw Black-Wing walking up to an old garage. The walls looked frail and weak, most of the windows had been smashed and the two large doors for cars and alike were badly rusted. Black-Wing walked up to a small door that was for personnel, he banged against the door twice, then rapidly three times. After a few seconds, the door opened and a leopard wearing worn set of combat armour appeared.

They began to talk in a quiet tone; Fox honed his hearing in on their conversation, whatever Ghost Company did, seemed to have given him more than just claws.

"Who are we going after?" asked Black-wing.

"His codename is Renegade; he's a white Labrador, roughly six feet tall and is in his early thirties." Said the leopard, he spoke in a deep gravelly voice.

"Anything we should know about this place then?"

The leopard stared at Black-Wing with his hard brown eyes.

"This is one of the Hunters largest hide outs; they have secured a warehouse and the courtyard and are using them to store a large number of slaves. The areas been fenced off and there are four guard towers to prevent escape and repel attackers, the roads to and from the area are guarded with road blocks but they are meant to slow down the advance. One last thing, recently there have been sightings of Death Bringer scouts in the area, and that means troubles on its way."

"So we need to move fast, what's the status on your end?"

"We've got most of our shit packed up, and roughly twenty vehicles at the ready."

"Finish packing up, we'll move on ahead and clear out most of the Hunters."

With their conversation over, Black-Wing turned around and walked back to the strike team, while the leopard disappeared into the garage. Black-wing called the squad in and began to brief them on the situation, despite already knowing, Fox continued to hang onto every word. With the brief over, Black-Wing and Leah put their helmets on.

Soon, the squad were walking up the dark street to the Hunter compound. Everyone was looking over their shoulders and shadow engulfed buildings for any sighs of a trap. They continued on, through the pieces of rubbish that were blowing to and fro across the street, until they could see bright lights ahead of them. Everyone dashed to the nearest hiding spot to avoid them, Fox and some others hid alleyways while the rest hid behind rubbish piles.

Ahead was an improvised barricade that had been made from large piles of broken objects and twisted metal, protecting the five Hunters behind it. Two large search lights could be seen at either end, their glares destroying the shadows. Large metal poles stuck out of the wall, their ends had been sharpened like spear tips, a primitive but effect method at temporary slowing down an enemy.

"Fox, clear that roadblock," ordered Black-Wing.

Fox waited for the search light to move away from the alley, before moving out. When it did, Fox quickly stepped out of the alleyway and sprinted to the barricade. With only a few feet between him and the barricade, using only a part of his strength, Fox leaped into the air. He flew over the wall, stuck his legs out and aimed for the middle hunter, a vulture. He came down, his feet making contact with the Hunters chest, sending him to the floor. Fox placed left hand on the Hunters face to steady himself as he landed, the sound of bones breaking echoed as they made contact with the floor. The other four Hunters were caught completely off guard, in a panic; they reached for their weapons and took aim.

Fox turned to the right to face the nearest Hunter; he knocked his rifle away with his right hand, sending him into a spin before stabbing him in the back with his left claw. Fox removed his claw, allowing the body to fall lifelessly, and charged at the hunter behind the one he killed. He through an uppercut strike into the Hunters stomach with his left, the clawed fingers slicing the flesh open like cheese as they moved up from his stomach to just below his throat, lift up his body slightly.

Spotting a blaster in a holster on the belt, Fox drew it with his right hand, spun round and fired three lasers at a grey rat, hitting him in the right knee, left shoulder, and finally crotch. He aimed the blaster at the last hunter, a pigeon; both had their weapons aimed at the other, though if both of them pulled the trigger, Fox's shot was most likely to make contact. He sneered at the pigeon, who was struggling to stop quivering, a dark patch appeared on his trousers at the crotch, a dark line ran down his left leg and a yellow pool formed beside his left boot, as the pigeon stared at Fox in horror. Satisfied with how scared he was, Fox checked his aimed and fired. A single beam zipped through the air and burned into the pigeon's right eye. He chuckled as the body collapsed to the floor, before removing his claws from the hunter suspended on his hand, allowing it to drop.

With the surrounding Hunters dead, Fox walked up to the middle the wall and stood right behind it, lifted up his left leg and with a good kick, destroyed the wall, sending parts of it flying forward. The strike team broke from their hiding spots and regrouped with Fox, before moving on towards the slave compound.

-x-x-x-

The Strike team reached the end of the dark road and came into view of the slave compound. There was a large warehouse with an even larger courtyard. The entire complex was surrounded by a fence, with four guard towers, two by the gate and one on each side. The entire courtyard was littered cages that were filled with anthropomorphic people of different species. Hunters equipped with high quality weapons and armour were patrolling outside the fence and between the cages.

"Engage," ordered Black-wing.

The protectors dashed out from behind the corner and opened fire against the four Hunters guarding the gate, catching them off guard and killing them before they could react. However, those in the guard towers were able to react and fire their mounted machine guns at the strike team.

One protector threw a grenade that landed near the base of the tower left of the gate, it exploded, destroying the fence and taking out the front two legs of the tower. The tower shook from the impact of the blast before toppling forward and smashing into the ground, the gunner was crushed underneath the wreckage.

Fox began to feel something burning inside of him; his anger flowing through him like water, his body was filled with energy, waiting to be released. He swung his rifle onto his back, broke cover and charged through the barrages of lasers and bullets towards the other tower. He leaped into the air and grabbed the railing of the tower with his right hand; he pulled himself up and stabbed the gunner in the neck with two clawed fingers on his left hand. The hunter's eyes were wide; blood trickled from the punctured neck and bubbled from his mouth. Fox pushed with his claws, sending the hunter staggering back, he removed his claws as the hunter's body stepped off the back and fell to the floor.

Fox clambered into the tower and glared at the Hunters below with glowing red eyes. He dropped from the tower; there was a loud bang as his feet made contact with the ground, cracking it. The noise drew the attention of the whole area. Several Hunters fired on Fox, who began ripping and tearing apart everyone who stood in his way. Heads and other limbs were sent flying, blood stain the ground.

More and more Hunters focused on Fox, completely ignoring the incoming fire from the Protectors. The Protectors saw the weakness in their defence, and exploited it. They charged straight towards to the blown open part of the fence, weapons burning with laser fire. By the time the Hunters realised their error, it was too late, the Protectors had stormed through the gap and laid waste to any Hunters who was lucky to survive Fox's wrath. Everyone was making careful shots to avoid the slaves, the Protectors didn't kill innocents and Hunters didn't want to damage their stock.

Despite the Hunters having the advantage in numbers, along with modern weapons and armour of good quality, it was nothing compared to the highly advanced technological equipment wielded by the Protectors. Their armour absorbing much of the damage from the Hunters 'primitive' weapons, while their own burned through the Hunters as if they were paper.

As more and more of their own fell in large numbers to the well equipped Protectors and rampaging Fox, the Hunters began route towards the warehouse, with a few stubborn members staying to get slaughtered. One Protector charged after them and gunned down four Hunters, but succumbed to the firepower returned by the routing Hunters.

With all of the Hunters trapped inside the warehouse, the area was once again quite. Only to be disturbed by the roaring engines of the Protectors vehicles that had arrived to take the slaves away. Fox cast his gaze over all of the cages to look at the slaves, as the Protectors began to free them. Inside each of the cages, were a dozen of dirty, skinny slaves of different species. Their skeleton was sticking out through their skin; as if their own skin had been stretched over their bones. They clothes were tattered and filthy, and a horrible smell rose from them. Dried blood, dirt and large bruises could be seen everywhere on their body.

Fox grabbed one of the doors on a cage with his hands and pulled, ripping from its hinges and threw it away. One prisoner, a grey bullfrog slowly limped out of the cage, grabbed his hand left hand and shook it vigorously, with a large grin on his face and a twinkle in his tired eyes.

"T-t-thank you," he spoke in a slow, faint voice. Fox made a small smile in return.

Another prisoner, a white vixen with long grey hair, quickly limped out and grabbed Fox by the neck, pressing herself into him. Fox felt uncomfortable from her breasts squeezed against him. After some effort, she let go of Fox and followed the rest of the free prisoners, but winked at Fox before leaving. Fox thought she was lucky Krystal wasn't here; she would have killed the vixen.

Fox walked up to another cage and removed its door when Black-wing walked up to him.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" he said in disgust.

"Yeah, but why are they like this, if they planned on selling these people, why leave them in such a poor state?" asked Fox.

"Surplus stock, for people tight on credits and for short term labour, they sell one for 50 credits or a dozen 500."

"How do you now that?"

"I've seen many of these places, more than I would like in a lifetime. This is what I meant about the evil having the power when I tried to recruit you."

An old grey rabbit slowly stepped out of the cage a walked up to the pair. He pointed at the warehouse.

"Others...mercenaries, gang members...the 'good' stock," he spoke in a raspy voice before a Protector arrived to lead him away.

"Renegade will most likely be in there, come on." Said Black-wing.

While the prisoners were being transported to safety by the Protectors, the strike team ran up to the door of the warehouse. Fox slowly reached out for the handle, and then quickly opened the door. Inside it was nearly pitch black, a tall staircase that lead to the upper levels of the warehouse. Everyone activated the torches on the end of their weapons, partially illuminating the staircase. Slowly, they made their way up the staircase, with Fox leading, carefully watching for any sign of a trap.

Soon they had reached the top of the staircase, ahead was a corridor that was a dark as the void of space. Half of the protectors shone their torches into the corridor, showing what was hidden by the void. The corridor appeared to be empty; one Protector slowly crept down the corridor towards the end. An uneasy silence filled the atmosphere, where were the Hunters who ran into the building? Had they fled through the back, or we're they pre-paring an ambush further down?

Fox steadied his breathing, listening for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. He could hear the breathing from the other Protectors, the slow footsteps from the Protector, the faint click of a machine gun...

A machine gun! How was that possible? Everyone had energy weapons, a click would only have been heard if someone reloaded, but no one did.

"GET BACK!" roared Fox, at the protector.

The Protector spun round, four Hunters appeared at the other end of the corridor, two were armed with machine guns and two armed with laser rifles. They opened fired and gunned down the unsuspecting Protector with a bombardment of laser and bullet fire. Fox drew his XK-47, and returned fire with the other Protectors against the four Hunters.

Parts of the walls were blown off at the Hunters end, due to the superior fire power of the Protectors weapons. Two Hunters were quickly killed, breaking the morale of the two remaining Hunters. The protectors charged after the Hunters, who had ran left down another corridor before turning right.

Fox sprinted ahead of the strike team and followed the Hunters down the right turn. He stopped to see where he was. He was on a catwalk on the far left side of the warehouse. There was another catwalk on the other side that was linked by several bridges. Below were several cages that held more slaves, but unlike the ones outside, these ones were fully clothed, clean and had some muscle on their bones. Unlike the corridors, the area had a few lights on, most of them were below the catwalks, aimed at the cages and a few hung from the ceiling.

Large numbers of Hunters were running across the catwalks and in-between the cages. They stopped when they saw Fox and opened fire. Fox stood his ground as the incoming projectiles, make contact with his armour. He could feel the faint stings from the shots that had most of their damage absorbed by his armour, resulting it the stings. With his XK-47 at his hip, Fox pulled the trigger and watched as the red lasers that were spewing out of the end mowed down whoever was caught in their path.

The other Protectors of the strike team joined Fox on the catwalk, their weapons burning with red lasers. Half focused on the Hunters running around on the catwalks, while the others concentrated those below, taking great care not to hit the trapped slaves.

After shooting a Hunter off the catwalk, and watching him do a backwards flip before hitting the ground, Fox placed his left hand on the railing of the catwalk and vaulted over. He landed in a free stance using his left hand and legs. Ahead were two Hunters who saw him land, and before they move, he fired his rifle single handily.

With those two gone, Fox went to the nearest cage and tore off the door, allowing a dozen prisoners to get out. Another group of five Hunters arrived from behind a cage, the prisoners pushed Fox aside ran towards them. Fox watched as the prisoners charged straight at the group, their anger could be seen burning in their eyes; their bared teeth could be seen through the snarls on their faces, all on it showed their thirst for vengeance.

The Hunter quickly opened fire on the free slaves. Fox watched in horror as all of them were gunned down mercilessly. Fox began to feel his anger and hatred burning inside of him again, only this time it was stronger. His green orbs turned blood red. The Hunters aimed and fired on him, he felt the pain breaching his armour growing stronger with each hit, but he remained standing, taking in all the pain and damage they could dish out.

Soon, the Hunters weapons ran out of ammo and Fox was still standing. Quickly, the Hunters reached for the nearest loaded clip to reload. Fox smirked evilly, his opening had come. He altered his hands into their claw form and ran into the group, with his claws out front.

He rammed his claws into the middle hunter's chest and slammed him into the back wall. Blood sprinted heavily out from the holes and landed on Fox's arms, small trails of blood began to dribble from his mouth. The four remaining Hunters froze, staring in terror at Fox. With the pinned Hunter only inches from death, Fox ripped his claws out through the sides of the Hunters body, sending large chunks of flesh and organs flying in both directions. Fox stepped back and watched the two parts of the Hunter, which were only held together through the spine, fell forward and the spine snap. Fox slowly turned around, blood smeared over his face, an evil grin plastered on his face.

Within a second, Fox slashed cross the neck of the nearest hunter, his claw nearly cut through the Hunters whole neck, sending the head backwards, causing a crimson fountain to erupt from the body while the head dangled from the back skin of his neck.

Fox moved to the next hunter and stabbed him in abdominal with his right claw, before tearing it out through the hunters chest and head. The shredded body fell to the floor; a large crimson pool of blood began to rapidly grow around the corpse.

The two remaining Hunters were now terrified, they had never seen anyone or anything attack in such an aggressive manner. One hunter successfully loaded his machine and opened fire in a blind panic. Fox felt the bullets collide with his body; he turned around and felt one bullet make contact above his right eye. Ignoring the pain, Fox dashed forward and grabbed the Hunters machine gun. He placed his right leg behind the hunters left and slid out from under it, taking out the leg in the process. The Hunter made contact with the cold hard floor, while he was dazed, Fox lifted his left leg and stamped on his face. The sound of bone cracking could be faintly heard through the sound gunfire.

In became too much for the last Hunter, as soon as Fox lifted his left foot off the dead Hunters face, the Hunter chucked his rifle away and was about to dart in the opposite direction. Suddenly, he felt a hand grab his right shoulder. He turned his head to see Fox's left hand on his shoulder for a split second, before he found himself flying through the air into the door of another cage. His body dropped, leaving an imprint bent into the bars.

With the group dead, Fox began tearing the doors off cages, freed slaves began the filled the passages and armed themselves with the weapons of their fallen captors. Soon, the Hunters had lost their advantage, the number of slaves was three times the size of their own garrison and with the highly equipped strike team aiding them, and now they were trapped at the far end of the warehouse.

The strike team ran down a staircase to regroup with Fox, who was ripping off the door to the last cage. Inside was a lonely pale white Labrador, wearing a damaged set of Death Bringer armour, the entire left sleeve was missing, some armour plates on the chest were missing and the trousers had their armour removed and were ripped nearly everywhere. His face was covered with dried blood stains and had a few cuts along his cheek.

Leah pushed past Fox and crouched down beside the Labrador.

"Renegade?" she asked. The Labrador nodded and tried to stand; Black-wing ran past Fox and helped him up.

"Let's get you home," he said, he activated his earpiece, "This is Black-wing, we have our man, let's get out of here."

"Most of the slaves have been transported away, including some of those from the warehouse, and we..."

Suddenly, there was a large explosion and the sounds of metal snapping echoed through the warehouse. A large part of the roof crumbled and collapsed on top of several Hunters and slaves as a large ball of fire burst through the roof. More explosions appeared at the far end, only smaller, the lights above shook and died out, some dropped to the floor and smashed, sending smashed glass over the floor. Rubble littered the floor near the gaping holes that had been left behind by the explosions. Several figures in black armour that covered their entire body stepped through the holes, weapons of unknown design within their hands and the image a white fox skull on the chest.

"DEATH BRINGERS!" roared someone.

No sooner had their name been said, the Death Bringers opened fire on anyone they could see. The already battered Hunters, returned fire against the fully prepared Death Bringers, but were being slaughtered at an alarming rate.

Several slaves charged at the Death Bringers, their guns blazing and their common sense flying out the window. The Death Bringers focused some their fire on the slaves. Their dying screams ringing throughout the warehouse, Fox started moving their direction but was stopped by Leah.

"Get out of my way," he growled through barred teeth, his glowing red.

"Let them go, we need to leave," ordered Leah, unfazed by his threatening demeanour. "They are gonna to destroy each other; it will make our escape much easier and weaken the Death Bringers without any unnecessary casualties."

Fox growled again, he knew she was right, but he wanted to make sure that his message to Nova was clear as day. Regrettably, he joined the Protectors and the remaining slaves leaving the warehouse.

Outside, the courtyard was nearly empty of all life, only a few Protectors remained with a total of three trucks and two jeeps. Fortunately, since the Death Bringers had attacked from the opposite direction, it was a simple task of getting onboard a vehicle and leaving for Head Quarters.

Fox looked back at the warehouse; large bright orange flames were slowly consuming the building and the screams of Hunters being slaughtered by the crusading Death Bringers could be heard from outside.

Fox clambered into one of the jeeps along with Black-wing, Leah, Renegade and two more Protectors. There weren't enough vehicles to comfortably transport everyone away; most people were stuffed into the back of the trucks.

-x-x-x-

A battered Fox, Leah, Renegade and Black-walked down the sewer tunnel underneath the factory to the underground compound. The sewage sloshed against the pathways they walked on, the smell threatened to knock them out where they stood. Soon, they arrived at the door to the chamber, Black-wing banged against it and it opened.

The crowd was much bigger, since the commander had ordered several hideouts to be abandoned to avoid unwanted losses against the gangs. The crowd split and began to move to the sides, for walking between them was the Commander. The commander stopped several feet away from the group, Black-wing and Leah saluted, while Fox just crossed his arms and Renegade just smirked.

"Still hiding your face behind a hood I see," he said in a cocky tone.

There were a few disapproving whispers amongst the crowd. Fox rolled his eyes; there was always one who had a problem with his ego.

"At least mine is still intact," replied the Commander, not sounding pleased.

"And that was below the belt," said a rather childish Renegade, "I thought you were supposed to treat family better than this, sis."

"Sis!" yelled a startled Fox and Black-wing together, the rest of the room broke out into more whispering.

"Knock it off!" yelled the Commander, before pulling the hood back to reveal a tan female Labrador with shining brown eyes and a voice changing collar wrapped around her neck with a small mic below her muzzle.

"Everyone say hello too, Becky," roared a smug Renegade. Becky just sent Death glares at her brother.

A few more whispers went around; Fox could have sworn one was "she's fit". But this didn't matter, all that mattered was Renegade revealing where that fucking son of a whore (wait, that's Panther), he meant the overweight shit bag was hiding.

"Ok, if everyone's done whispering, since that's the thing only you lot do, Renegade is going to still where Nova's hiding," he said.

"Yes Brother, why don't you tell us where he is, before you start cleaning the toilets." Said Becky with a smirk across her lips, which grew when Renegades disappeared.

There you go, chapter 5. I know it wasn't worth the wait, but I couldn't stop my computer crashing.

Also, if you think the spy thing has left a plot hole, let me fill you in. Nova was the only Death Bringer who knew was supplying the weapons, no one else.