I do remember saying everyone would be an animal in this story but I decided to mix it up a little instead. Enjoy the next chapter!

A man and a dog were standing in a small office in the middle of the hidden fortress. The man was holding a file given to him by the dog.

"When did you find out about this?"

"The file came in a few minutes ago sir."

"What are you planning to do about this then sergeant?"

"We've posted snipers in the mountains. The entire area with anything bigger than a small hill is covered."

"Tourists still have access to the area though, correct?"

"That's right sir."

"Good. We don't want anyone to get suspicious. Good work sergeant, your work here will be rewarded. Get back to your post."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"And enough with the 'sir' junk!"

"Sorry s-uh… sorry."

Bolt and Mittens walked down the steps and out into the fresh air. It felt good to be out of the plane. Mittens had been nervous the whole flight. Flight number 815 is the flight number of the plane on Lost. Every time a light came on and make that annoying dinging sound, Mittens would jump slightly.

Next, they would have to check in to a hotel. It had to be close enough to the mountains for them to walk the whole way, take a short break, and then hike into the hills. Mittens wasn't too happy about having to hike for hours and hours until they found the fortress entrance but she knew she would just have to deal with it.

Bolt somehow found a hotel he could read the name of. He had no clue that there would be a Hilton Hotel in China, let alone a hotel with it's name in English. "Finally something I can understand!" He said.

Mittens put on her act and rolled her eyes. "Stop complaining Snowstorm." She said. "I already know your tiny little mind can't hold enough information to be able to read anything."

Bolt glared at her before they walked into the lobby. They walked up to the counter where, in Bolt's mind, a very beautiful Border Collie was talking on the phone. She held up her paw in greeting and after a few more sentences, hung up the phone. She turned to Bolt and Mittens and smiled. "Hello, how are you two doing today?" She asked.

Bolt smiled and leaned onto the counter. "We're doing fine. Do you have a room open for two?" He asked. The receptionist typed on her computer and rolled her chair over to a drawer. She took out a single card and handed it to Bolt.

"Room 815. Enjoy your stay!" She said. Mittens nearly passed out when she heard this. She was about to ask for a different room but Bolt spoke first.

"Thank you miss." He said. He looked at Mittens who reluctantly followed him to the elevator.

"Why couldn't you have asked for a different room?" She asked angrily.

"Oh come on, Midnight. Don't tell me you're getting superstitious about this." Bolt replied.

"No but I've been watching Lost a little too much."

"I can tell. Have you seen 2012?"

"I don't like that movie too much. It's really depressing."

Bolt laughed. "I guess it is in a way. At least the dog lives in that one."

"Yeah."

The elevator stopped and they got out. Bolt found the room and slid the card through the panel on the door. It unlocked and Bolt opened it. He and Mittens walked into their room and collapsed onto the bed.

Bolt crawled under the covers and, after getting her book, Mittens soon joined him. She propped a pillow up behind her back and turned on the bedside lamp. Bolt groaned and rolled onto his side, facing away from the light.

"Don't read for too long." He said sleepily. "You need to sleep before tomorrow."

Mittens waved him off and focused all of her attention on her book. She would read as late as she wanted to, and no dog was going to convince her otherwise.

"Just go on to sleep Storm." She said. "I'll sleep, don't worry."

Bolt yawned and nodded. "Goodnight Midnight."

"Night Snowstorm."

Hicks stood in the main room of the building. He was waiting for the dog in front of him to get off the phone. When she did, he cleared his throat.

"I need to know what room someone checked into." He said. The dog frowned and shook her head.

"I'm sorry sir but we can't give you that information. If you would like to leave a note for the contact you are looking for, we will certainly give it to him."

"I don't think you understand. This is… urgent."

"If you will tell us the name of the party you are looking for, I will have someone take the message to him or her, but I can't give out client's information."

Hicks swore under his breath and looked at the dog. "Just forget it. I'll see him soon anyway. I know I will."

"Have a nice day sir."

The next morning…

Mittens woke up before Bolt did. It was five thirty in the morning, the time she normally woke up. She yawned and rolled out of the bed. It was quiet in the mornings around here. Mittens liked the peaceful feeling it gave her. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

While the water heated up, she checked a cut on her cheek that she had gotten during an interrogation while she was being held. "He still hits like a girl." She said to herself. Mittens checked the water and stepped under the many gentle streams of water. She closed her eyes and imagined herself back in her own home. She missed waking up every morning and reading.

Even spies can enjoy reading. She said. Her thoughts were disturbed when she heard Bolt open the bathroom door. "Keep the water running when you get out." He said. "I'm going to get one after you."

Bolt had to talk over the water hitting the bottom of the shower. He looked over just as Mittens started talking. "Did you sleep well?" She asked.

Bolt felt like he was talking to a sheet of plastic. "Yeah I guess. I had a crazy dream though."

"What was it about? Hey, can you toss me a towel?"

Bolt threw a towel over and sighed. "I think I've watched 2012 a little too much." He said.

Mittens turned off the water and dried off. "Oh really?"

Bolt rolled his eyes as Mittens stepped out of the shower. "Yes really, and I said to keep the water on."

"How am I supposed to dry off if the water is running?"

"Good point."

Mittens grinned and nudged Bolt's shoulder. "You know you can't out smart a cat." She teased.

Bolt smirked and stepped into the shower. "You just wait. I'll get you at some point. I'll scare you so bad you won't have any fur left."

Mittens scoffed and stood in the door. "You'll try to you mean." With that, she closed the door and went back to reading her book.

When he heard the door close, Bolt sighed and sat on the bottom of the shower. He let the water roll down his back as he thought. He wondered what would happen if they were caught by Dead Cell. What would they do to Mittens? What are they planning to do anyway? Bolt asked himself these questions over and over. He couldn't shake the thought for the rest of the day. He knew that tomorrow, he would have a good time and find the fortress, have a good time and not find it, or have a bad time and get caught. It would be up to him to protect Mittens if they were seen. Most likely, that would require something that Bolt wasn't sure he wanted to give up. And that thing was his life. Could he give his own life to save Mittens? He hoped he would never have to find out.

"Let's take a rest for a minute." Bolt said. He and Mittens sat down and looked out over the mountains.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mittens said as she soaked in the sight before them.

Bolt nodded and drank some of his water. He took out a pair of binoculars and looked at the mountain in front of him. It was the biggest in his line of sight, even with the binoculars. While he was looking through them, he saw what looked like a glint of light off of a metal surface in one of the trees. He looked closer and saw the one thing he didn't want to see.

"Midnight listen to me." Bolt said eagerly. "There's a sniper on that mountain. Dead Cell knows we're coming."

Mittens unzipped her backpack and pulled out long gun barrel. It had a silencer attached to the end of it. She set it beside her on the ground and pulled out the rest of the gun. Bolt watched as she snapped the two pieces together and laid down on the grass. She carefully targeted the enemy sniper and waited for the wind to die down. When it did, she pulled the trigger once and hit the sniper. She saw the body fall out of the tree along with the gun. She was lucky to be such a good shot. Otherwise, she would have missed and the enemy would have killed her and Bolt.

"Lucky shot." Bolt said.

Mittens got up and looked at him. "Luck had nothing to do with it."

Bolt sighed and looked at the mountain. "Well," Bolt said. "We have our fortress."

And that's chapter three. I'm already making plans for a sequel, but I'm not going to write it unless this story does well. I'm hoping it will. Tell me what you think. If you all like the idea, I'll post a couple hundred word long preview of the second story. Chapter four will be up as soon as possible.