Psy: Sorry for the slow update. The authoress got Okami for the holidays and is addicted.

Don't say just "Okami"! Say "Okami, the best video game ever!"

Psy: I rest my case.

"Nazis? Are you positive, Psy?" Blaze exclaimed, eyes open and alarmed

"I'm sure as heck sure! They'll be here in several minutes."

Blaze started pacing "How'd they find us?"

"I would assume it was from our water theft earlier."

"That would make sense, but how do we get away? Envy isn't strong enough right now to run away! Any ideas?"

"Actually, yes. Charge is on one of his midnight trips. If we could somehow get his attention…"

Falcon stuck his head out of his "perch" on one of the roofs on the alley. "The fireworks store near the medicine shop? We could send up fireworks." Psy and Blaze whipped their heads around.

"Good idea, but how do we activate them? I've never made it a point to play with fireworks." I wasn't surprised Psy didn't use fireworks. She couldn't see them, so why bother?

"I have. I experiment with them a lot, actually. They're fun to blow up." I wasn't surprised either that the pyro was the one who was immune to fire. "You just need a spark or small fire."

Falcon peered down from the roof. "You'll need a few minutes to set up the fireworks, but the Nazis are coming in a minute. You need to hurry."

"Okay. I'll try to set off the fireworks. Falcon, could you try to divert their attention? It only has to be for a few minutes." Falcon stopped peering and I heard paws tapping the shingles of the house he was previously perched on.

Blaze looked at Psy. "Could you try to get on the flattest possible ground once the fireworks set off?"

"Okay, but I'm not exactly accustomed to the fireworks' energy readings. It might take a minute."

Blaze dashed off, and I covered my ears in preparation for the earsplitting noise. I didn't see many fireworks in my life, but the noise annoyed the crap out of me several times when I was at the underground city.

~3rd cat/person/Geno/Martian~

Blaze found the shop fairly quickly (it helped that the sign was lit up at night).

Its structure was nearly identical to the pharmacy, but its stock couldn't be more different. However, the owner was at the counter, waiting for customers. It was fairly hard to knock out people with feline paws, but luckily Falcon had decided to make a ruckus nearby, which was just what she needed to get the firework rocket set up.

There was a model firework up on the counter, facing toward the sky. Blaze smiled. Just what she needed. Now if only she could find something to light the end. It had to be around here somewhere!

And then she heard human footsteps behind her. The owner must be coming back! Crap. She still needed something to set it off!

And then she saw the Thermite in the back of the shop (A/N: Thermite is highly flammable and easy to ignite). She might as well try to use it. She clenched it in her jaws, and put it on the counter, and started smashing it with her paw repeatedly. It took a few tries, and the owner was around five yards away from the shop, but she caught the end on fire. She scampered away, waiting for the explosion.

~Envy's POV~

I heard the (very loud and annoying) explosion a minute after Blaze left. Psy tapped my shoulder and beckoned with her paw to follow her. We ended up in a small section of flat pavement nearby. In a minute, Blaze caught up with us, panting heavily.

After that, I heard the hum of a motor. At least I thought it was a motor. It was fairly loud, so it had to have come from something big. After it got to the deafening point, I turned toward the source, which was the….sky?

There seemed to be a dark shadow partially blocking out the moon. And it was headed straight for us. A second before it hit us, Psy yelled to jump. Surprisingly, I got out of my shock and jumped. I landed on a cold metal surface when my paws touched what I expected to be ground. Was I ON the thing that tried to murder me?

It was dark out, but I could see the thing was flying about fifteen yards above the ground. Naturally, I yelled for the thing to let me down. I did get a response, but it was from something behind me.

"Stop screaming. Charge'll get us down alive." Claimed a voice fairly hard to hear over the motor in the background. Wait, that was Psy's voice! What was going on?

"But this thing can't possibly fly! We'll all crash!" I risked turning around, and nearly fell off the yard-wide surface I was on. Psy and Blaze were standing on it, without a care in the world!

"You seriously doubt me? I'm better than most human pilots, and this is Grumman F6F Hellcat you're standing on, one of the best planes out there." Now the voice was coming from behind me again. I turned around for the second time and saw a feline shape inside a glass dome.

Blaze chuckled. "I can tell you haven't met Charge before. He's a wizard with anything technical, particularly planes. On that note, could we come in the cockpit now?"

"No. I hate you all and want to eat Psy." Charge sarcastically claimed. "You can come in once I think we're not being tailed. Psy, do you…?"

I could see Psy's ears pricked, her tail twitching. "We're being tailed all right! Only one, but it's pretty big, and has weaponry."

"What kind? Torpedoes, bullets or bombs? And where is it?" Psy was still for a moment, then proclaimed "Bullets and bombs, but it doesn't have any bombs at the moment, and it's at seven o' clock, about three hundred yards away and gaining fast!"

"Any estimate on length?"

"About ten meters if you use metric."

"Then it's a P51 Mustang! Blaze, cat nearest the cockpit, and Psy, get in the cockpit NOW!"

"It's Envy!"

"I don't care! Get in the cockpit!" He tapped a button with his paw and the side of the glass dome facing us opened. I suppose that was the cockpit. I tentatively stepped in, and Blaze followed. It was fairly large and covered with buttons where Charge was sitting. Some were flashing, and there were dials encased in glass alongside the buttons. The cockpit was about three yards across, with some pillows in the back. Psy was still outside the pit pacing, and suddenly stood still.

"It's less than one hundred yards away and firing!" Psy claimed, panicked.

"Get Falcon away from the plane and tell him to rendezvous at the town fifteen miles north of where we currently are. As far as I know, Marrow's still there. I'll navigate away from these guys." Psy nodded and chirruped a few times, and Falcon (whom was on the opposite side of the flying machine that we were picked up on) veered away.

Charge flicked a few buttons with his paw and we increased speed, as well as the motor noise. However, this added noise wasn't enough to drone put Psy's scream.

I looked out where she was, and I saw a red stain on her ebony fur spreading. She then lost her balance and fell off the plane.

~Third Person/Geno~

Falcon stopped flying in his tracks. He had a strange psychic connection with Psy. It wasn't powerful, but he could feel the general direction of her and her energy. And that energy was nearly extinct, and he could feel her falling.

And then the energy went out entirely. Was Psy….dead?

No, she couldn't be. Not now. She couldn't die. She helped him, and he couldn't even save her.

With these thoughts racing around his head, he forgot how to fly.

Plummeting toward the ground, he thought 'Psy…..thank you for being there for me.'

~3rd Geno POV switch~

Rhea growled. Damn humans with their damn Shamballa who just had to kidnap her because they thought she was the key to this damn 'Shambala.' They had her in a heated cage. She figured it was heated because of her ability that she had recently discovered-turning moisture in the air into ice. Her captors generally treated her kindly, but she had to stand on a massive circle once a day and activate her power. There was always a woman watching over her, and she heard her called something like "Ekhert" or something like that. Every time she failed to do something when her power was activated, the lady said something about a "Great Serpent" failing to appear.

Her cage was about ten yards away from the circle, and from what she could see on the circle, the building was massively tall. She started licking her paws, waiting for her meal that should be served soon. I the meantime, she might as well groom her coat.

She was a tri-colored cat, and many mistook her for a tortoiseshell cat. However, she was a torbie, which meant she had slightly tabby-like black stripes on her coat, whose main color was a light brown on the verge of being a dull orange. Her coat's main color, however, was fairly obscured by the stripe of black on her spine, and black stripes on her flank. Her tail was a grey-black with her spine's stripe continuing to the tip of her tail, with horizontal black stripes every few inches.

On her legs, her main color was slightly more broadcasted, but still fairly obscured by horizontal black tigerlike stripes, with white socks on her paws with a white splotch on her chest as well as a snow-white underbelly to match. Her head was subtly varied between her main color and the grey-black on her tail, with an orange area on her jaw and the customary "M" on her forehead that all torbies have. She observed her coat through the critical jaded eyes.

It seemed that the person was coming back, and she could match the smell that came along with him as ham. Her mouth started watering, and as the human tossed it through the bars of her cage, a thought occurred to her.

Does Blaze know I'm kidnapped yet? As far as I know, she thinks I got lost. I hope she finds me soon…

Cliffhanger!

Psy: *Steals Okami game*

NOOOOOO!

3B6: Am I in the next chapter?

50% chance, 60% if you get Okami back from Psy.