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Chapter 4: Old Flames

The hall was crowded as the blue vixen strode toward her destination. She glared at the male populace as they gazed hungrily at her form fitting clothes. Soon, she came to a door with a gold plaque; she opened the door and shut it quickly. She sighed and moved to a plush chair across from a desk. The chair on the other side spun around from the large window to reveal an old hare.

"Ah Krystal, so good to see you," he said sitting up more in the chair.

"Good evening, Peppy," said Krystal, her heavy accent bleeding heavily into her speech.

"Now, I know this is sudden to have called you here," he said pulling out a data card. "But I thought you would like to know first," soon a graph came up. "Recently a man by the name of John Stafford has been acquiring… Sketchy merchandise,"

Krystal gazed at the list: blasters, grenades, battery packs, vests, uniforms, Arwings, vehicles, dreadnaughts, tubas, flutes… clarinets… trumpets? The list confused her; she shook her head and looked back at the General.

"This list is all jumbled. It looks like he is trying to amass a musical army," Pappy nodded in agreement.

"Krystal… I hate to ask , but, could you please find out what this fox's intentions are with the equipment he has acquired and see if he has any malicious intent."

"Obviously by… any means necessary," Supplied Krystal.

"Unfortunately, Krystal… The council has yet to be informed and… I don't want the entire army breathing down your neck to get the job done. Please, Krystal, be discrete and, always, be cautious."

"Always Peppy," Krystal stood and hugged the hare before leaving out the door. She made her way down to the hanger on base and prepped the Arwing before taking off. She set the co-ordinance. As the blue of Hyperspace engulfed her ship she sighed leaning back to sleep.

When Krystal's Arwing came out of hyperspace she guided her ship through the atmosphere and down to a small space port near West Papetoon. She quickly went to a hotel and dropped her stuff before flopping unceremoniously on the couch. She pulled her laptop out and plugged in the data disk.

After hours of reading and memorizing the information Krystal set to making a plan to infiltrate the black fox. When a plan finally struck her; It may be lewd and self deprecating but she got paid too well to not go all out for something as simple as this…

Besides, maybe she could be fun to mess around with for a while.

John Stafford stood by the press box on the platform that lead down to the main concessions area. He could see everything from this height though… it would have been better from an Arwing. He unfolded his arms and went down some adjacent stairs to the main concessions. It was a bustle of band kids and high schoolers who could care not care less about the game.

He turned and was about to head for the band section when he came into contact with a body he felt its surprise and grabbed its arm before it could make contact with the ground. As he pulled the person up he noticed the softness of their fur he looked to see who he had caught and saw a blue furred vixen. He immediately calmed himself so as not to reveal himself. They made eye contact and he felt the familiar spark as his blood began to boil. He quickly let go and cleared his throat.

"Sorry for," he coughed. ", you know," feeling his nerves give he quickly moved away. He could feel her eyes on his back and he tucked his tail slightly. He went down the stadium to the band section.

Krystal watched after him as he hurried with his tail between his legs. She knew that she had surprised him but it was not a paranoid fear she felt as he ran but a guilty fear. Like he had done something he should not have. She turned as she felt the familiar presence of a former wingman leaning against the stands.

"I don't think Katt would approve of this," she called drawing his attention. He turned and smiled at her.

"Don't I know it," he replied hugging the vixen, who returned in kind. "But what's a pretty little lady doing out in this neck of the woods?"

"Under cover actually," she replied glancing at the surrounding animals. "Do you know of a John Stafford?"

"Yeah," he replied gesturing down the stadium to the black fox who had run into her. "That's him, but, what about him? I mean, he's just a band teacher,"

"Apparently he has been amassing arms under shady circumstance," Falco glanced.

"To what scale," he asked.

"Twenty dreadnaught class two-hundred Arwings," Falco openly gawked. "Also…" she pulled out a list "One-hundred Landmasters, five-thousand blasters, five-million battery mags, three trumpets, five-thousand protective vests one-hundred band uniforms, eight-thousand helmets," Falco nearly fell over.

"He's amassing an army," He exclaimed in a hushed whisper yell. They looked at the black fox milling about the band members laughing. How could someone who seemed so harmless be such a threat? "Question is who is going to wield those weapons?"

"Good question," said Krystal. "I'm gonna go find out," she turned to leave when Falco grabbed her shoulder.

"What," he whisper yelled.

"Peppy hired me to find his purpose by 'any means…' I can't read him so I've got to get him to talk," she said turning out of his grip and quickly escaping into the crowd avoiding any more confrontation.