Chapter nine- Going for Broke

Jag was probably the only one of the captured children who understood the direness of the situation. After he was abducted, he was shoved into a thick burlap sack. He remained there for some time, hearing only the loud whirring of the engines and the vibrations beneath him. When the aircraft finally set down and the engines died away, he was lifted and carried. He hadn't an idea of where he was or where he was going, and in an effort to find some answers he clawed at the sack until the threadbare fabric became possible to see through.

It was difficult to make out, but he appeared to be heading into a strange hallway made of metal, where blazing white lights lined the edges of the walkway. He thought he might be able to swing the bag and scrape at the leg of his captor, but he didn't want to cause any ruckus until he discovered where he was being taken. Others had been captured as well, and he couldn't risk leaving them behind. So he remained patient, trying to take in as much as he could through the small tear in the bag. Eventually, they left the hallway and gathered in a small chamber. Jag could hear some sounds of hissing or growling, and knew he was in close proximity with some of the other captured animals.

For a few moments they simply waited. Jag was unsure what it was that they were waiting for, but soon after this thought crossed his mind one of the doors slid open. A small, plump man wandered in and clasped his hands together.

"Have you acquired the specimens?"

"We have, doctor."

The doctor narrowed his eyes as he passed his gaze across the group.

"I admit I hoped for more."

"We were interrupted, doctor."

The doctor swallowed, suddenly appearing very nervous.

"How did this occur?"

"Two anthropoids assisted the remaining specimens to escape, and we were only able to secure the number you see here."

The doctor looked very uncomfortable. He twiddled his thumbs, and heaved an anxious sigh.

"Dr. Cortex is not going to like this." He returned his attention to the captors. "Place them in the chamber. We must prepare for altering the target DNA."

The group began to move again. Jag's mind was in a whirl. What were they talking about? Despite his confusion, he tried to remember landmarks where he and his friends could follow once they were liberated. He didn't have time to be afraid as different methods of escape passed through his mind. They entered a darker chamber, and then waited while one of the assistants gained clearance into a smaller chamber located farther within. Finally, they reached a steel containment unit. Jag guessed this was the place he and his friends would be held.

He was right. As soon as the door was opened the animals were tossed out of the bags and into the chamber. Jag tumbled across the ground painfully, but bounced to his feet within an instant. However, the lab assistants were quick in their execution, and closed the door as soon as their loads were dropped. The great iron door slid shut, locking them in.

Now, Jag could see how many of their group had been captured. Eight of them, including Maya's wombat friend, Camlin, and Jag himself were now the unfortunate prisoners of a nameless enemy. The littlest ones were huddled against each other almost instantly, shaking with fear. The chamber was silent for many moments, until Camlin spoke out with an angry voice.

"Who are they?"

A young kangaroo, a little older then Jag, heaved a sigh.

"I don't know."

"What are they going to do to us?" Another quiet voice spoke out fearfully.

Jag got to his feet and marched toward the door. He pressed his paw to the smooth, thick metal and frowned darkly. He turned his head, catching a glimpse of the other captured children. They were all searching the encasement, eyes wide and scared. Jag was one of the youngest of them, and yet he had perfect control of his emotion. He turned, facing his friends with a somber expression.

"Whatever they're going to do, we need to be prepared. We will escape, but we must be ready to do so when the time comes. There's no way out, and so we must wait until they act. So, since there's nothing to do now but wait, there's no reason to be afraid. We will use our fear when it is needed."

Jag's words sparked a tremor of agreement among the animals. So they sat together, older ones coddling little ones as they waited. Jag sat closest to the door, keeping one eye rested on the doorway at all times.

Crash had finally got the hang of piloting the Firefly, but unfortunately he had just become comfortable with the controls just as they were pulling in sight of the laboratory. Throughout the journey, the Firefly experienced sudden dips, turns, spins, and at one point Crash even managed to kill the engine midflight. Crunch was not amused in the slightest. Crash tried to convince him that he wasn't exactly enjoying the close brushes with the raging sea water, but Crunch didn't seem to care about Crash's feelings. When Crash saw the laboratory grow larger and larger through the wind shield, Crash consulted the dandy beacon Coco had inserted into the console.

Crash chuckled and snapped his fingers. "Well, Crunchy-boy, it looks like we're going to make it!"

"Watch where you're going, you idiot!" Crunch roared in his ear.

Crash pulled back on the controls, narrowly missing a power pole. He was still smiling as he preformed the evasion, pleased that they made it to the lab with relatively little trouble. As they headed for the helicopter pad on the top of the lab, Crash heard Crunch's angry voice.

"Coco did teach you how to land, right?"

Crash stiffened. "Well, it was more of a crash course through all the basics…but I think I remember. I'm supposed to push down on the…ehaaa!"

The Firefly plummeted several feet, lifting Crash up off his chair as gravity became nonexistent. Crunch struck the roof, and quickly leaned over and reefed back on the controls to bring them back up to a sustainable altitude. Crash composed himself and regained the controls.

"Gently. That was the keyword. Ease down. Don't worry, buddy, I've got it now."

Crunch had sagged back as far as he was capable in the rear of the Firefly, heaving a heavy sigh.

"I can't believe an inept creature like you has been so successful in saving the world."

"Hey, it's not just my fault, you know. You're the heavy one. I'm surprised this thing can stay in the air with you weighing it down."

"Just focus on flying, alright?"

"Certainly."

Crash took a deep breath and gripped the controls. Ever so softly he eased the steering wheel downward, and the Firefly obediently floated down to the helicopter pad. He hovered over the pad for a minute, about two feet above his target. He glanced at all the blinking lights and dials, and realized that he wasn't exactly sure how to finish the job. So, he deactivated the engine. The vehicle dropped and shuddered as it hit the ground. The jarring impact rattled Crash's teeth and made his breath catch in his chest. When the Firefly settled, silence fell over the cab. Crunch's guttural voice cut through the quietness.

"Have I ever told you how much I loathe you?"

Crash gave his head a shake and forced the door open.

"You may have mentioned it once or twice before. But we're on the ground. That's a plus."

Crunch just uttered a low growl and crawled out after Crash. Both of them spent a few minutes stretching out their cramped limbs, and then Crash started glancing around for a way in. It didn't take particularly long for them to find a door. However, as Crash reached out for the handle and gave it a good shake he was astonished to find it bolted shut. A locked door? He wasn't used to such difficult obstacles. He shrugged.

"Locked. Looks like we came all this way for nothing. I guess I'll start that buggy back up."

As Crash turned on his heel and started back to the Firefly, Crunch heaved an exasperated sigh. With the strength of a sledgehammer, Crunch slammed his iron fist into the center of the door. It crumpled over his arm like paper. He effortlessly tossed the mutilated metal to one side, and faced Crash and his widened eyes. Crunch gestured with his head.

"Road's clear, bandicoot. Let's go."

Crash shoved his hands in his pockets and started forward with a sour expression.

"You make me feel like a macho weakling when you do stuff like that."

"Don't worry Crash, we both know your talents lay elsewhere. Like sleeping and eating."

"I am a pretty finessed sleeper."

As they conversed, both Crash and Crunch cautiously entered the darkened laboratory. The farther they progressed down the freaky hallway, the more nervous Crash became. A chill danced up his spine, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Although he wasn't particularly worried about a tussle, he hated sneaking around in the dark waiting for one to drop down on them. Crash especially didn't like the thought of the tiger woman creeping up at any moment. Crash's animal instincts weren't exactly top notch. Thankfully, Crunch seemed to have the tracking under control. He lifted his snout and sniffed the air. After a few moments, he hissed a low growl. Crash looked at him.

"What?"

"She's here."

Crash glanced around, but all he could see were dark shadows. He swallowed.

"Where? She's not going to jump out at us, is she? I have a low tolerance for surprises."

"If she does, you let me handle her." Crunch's expression grew dangerous. "I have a score to settle with that one."

Crash shivered at Crunch's tone. When he was in these moods, Crash could remember when Crunch wasn't on his side. He was glad those terrifying days were over. He shrugged.

"Suit yourself, mate. I guess I can keep my action hero instincts in check while you do your thing. Wouldn't want to steal the spotlight."

Crash and Crunch kept walking for a while longer, each keeping their eyes and ears open for any followers or evidence of an ambush. So far, there was nothing. Crash scratched his head.

"You know, I think we need a map."

Crunch frowned. "Didn't Coco tell you where the toxin was kept?"

Crash scoffed. "Well, yeah…but I wasn't really paying attention. You can't blame me for that."

Crunch shook his head, seeming to grow more and more tired of Crash's antics every day. He sighed.

"For being a savior of the world on multiple occasions, you sure are bloody useless sometimes."

"Hey, hey. There's no need for any verbal attacks. Once I see a map I'll be able to point it out."

Finding a map didn't seem too challenging, but the more halls they passed through Crash began to doubt they'd just find one lying around. The place was like a maze. As they plodded on, Crash placed his hands in his back pockets and slumped forward. He really wanted a nap. As soon as his hand slid into his pocket, his fingers touched a scrap of paper. He slipped the paper into his hands and unfolded it. He snickered. It looked like Coco thought he could use a little help. It was a map, and the target lab was circled in red pen. Crash reached out to tap Crunch on the shoulder.

"Hey, Crunch…"

"Impossible."

Crash looked up, confused by Crunch's shocked exclamation. His vision was glued upon a series of security screens in one of the surveillance rooms. Crash strolled over, peeking into the room to see what had surprised Crunch so strongly.

"What is it?"

Crunch pointed to one of the screens. A woman with curly blond hair was seated within one of the monitored cells, her arms crossed. Crash felt his spirit soar when he saw her, and was a little embarrassed by the reaction. Crunch didn't make the connection at first.

"That's not Tawna." Crunch spoke quietly, completely baffled.

Crash shook his head.

"No, it's Isabella."

Crash could feel Crunch's eyes on him, and Crash wasn't particularly surprised by his bewildered reaction. Crash had seen the similarity between the two bandicoot women when he'd first met Isabella. They looked almost identical. Crunch had seen her before, but he obviously didn't remember. Crash tried to enlighten him.

"You remember her, don't you? She was the one who beat us both on the racetrack a while ago."

Crash certainly didn't forget her. Something about her fascinated him, and somehow managed to rob him of all necessary concentration. Crunch scratched the back of his neck.

"What's she doing in there?"

Crash didn't have a clue. However, it appeared as though she'd got herself captured and was locked up in a detention cell. Crash crossed his arms.

"Well, we should get her out of there and ask her ourselves."

Crash was about to start off to make his rescue when Crunch gripped his arm.

"Crash, we'll need to split up."

He guessed he should've thought of that himself. It didn't make sense for them both go help her. Someone needed to keep up the search for the toxin. Although Crash wasn't particularly comfortable leaving his strong and able comrade, he didn't have much choice in the matter. He cleared his throat, trying not to appear nervous at the prospect of walking through the dark halls alone. He clapped Crunch on the back.

"Alright, buddy, you go to the lab and I'll see what kind of trouble Isabella's got herself into. Don't get into any messes without me."

Crunch grinned fiendishly.

"Don't worry about that. Keep your eyes up and try not to walk into any walls."

"Now, that's something I would take offence to if I wasn't in such a good mood. You'd better watch it."

Crunch obviously wasn't too worried about Crash. After all, so many things had already happened that Crash had managed to live through. What was one more dire circumstance? However, on the other side of that, Crash was the teensiest worried about Crunch. The big galoot still held a fair amount of anger inside after that mess with Tina Tiger. There was a chance Crunch would throw aside his cautious nature and head straight for the kill shot. This would not be ideal, especially if the tigress was ready for him. But, there was nothing to be done. Crunch could handle himself, there was no doubt about that. So they parted on a quick farewell, heading in different directions.

Crash moved quickly down the corridor. All around him strange scents wafted through the air, providing an irritating distraction he didn't need. A strange metallic smell was hanging around, causing Crash to wrinkle his nose in repulsion. Whatever those humans' used for cleaning chemicals certainly wasn't getting the job done. As Crash continued his brisk march toward the cells, he felt an excitement that he hadn't felt since he last saw Isabella. There was something odd and interesting about her, but Crash couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't only because she'd been somewhat of a spy during the Oxide Race, and winded up saving his life from a group of ferocious rats and one of Cortex's crazy cyborgs. It was aside from the fact that he'd never met anyone like her before, and even overlooking her pretty face. Despite her physical similarity to Tawna, Isabella was different in every way.

Crash started jogging a little more quickly as the silence of the twisted halls began to get to him. He didn't like sneaking, mostly because he wasn't good at it. Crash was more comfortable when he could rely on his strengths, like running away or crashing into things. Such talents were useless now. He needed be the picture of stealth, or else he could very well be picked up by some unwanted surveillance.

The facility halls were growing less and less manicured the deeper Crash ventured. The walls were solid grey brick and the floor was nothing more glamorous then a long stretch of concrete. Sticks of bright florescent lights lined the passage, providing a little less than a necessary amount of light. Crash didn't need to look at the map to remember which cell Isabella was located in. She occupied the one on the very end of the fourth corner. Continuing on, he wondered why there were so many cells in the first place. Coco had mentioned the lab was used for military purposes, but Crash hadn't read any of the fine print on her handout, so he didn't know anything else about it. Even though he seemed to be alone, he made a mental note to keep on his toes. If Isabella could get herself captured, then it could happen to anyone.

When he rounded the final corner, he was instantly surprised to see that the cells were open. He furrowed his brow as he continued marching toward the cell he suspected Isabella to be in. Strangely enough, when he reached the perspective cell he could see that the door was unlocked. He took a deep breath, and peered inside. He frowned. Empty.

Crash scratched one of his ears. That was weird, he was sure that he'd picked the right one. Curious, Crash pushed open the door and stepped into the darkened jail cell. He felt an instant chill dance up his spine, but he ignored it. Just as he was about to call out Isabella's name, he felt something hard slam onto his shoulders, driving his face into the ground. Before he had a chance to recover from the massive face-plant, he felt his body flip over as though it had no more mass than a ragdoll. His hand snapped to his nose.

"Ouch."

There was a moment of silence as the stars cleared from Crash's vision, and he gazed up at a very familiar face. Isabella's mouth was hanging open.

"Crash Bandicoot?"

Crash offered the smallest grin as he wiped a trickle of blood from his nose.

"Hey sweetheart, long time no see."

Although the thunderstruck look on Isabella's face was priceless, Crash felt himself growing slightly hesitant that this misunderstanding did not bode well for him. Obviously she'd been waiting for someone, and it wasn't Crash. When Isabella didn't speak at once, Crash took advantage.

"So, the roof huh? Good hiding spot. Though it seems like your visual component was overlooked a little."

Isabella shook her head as though she was trying to wake herself up, but she would soon realize that the situation before her was not going to disappear. She fixed him with a deadly glare, and growled low in her throat.

"What are you doing here?"

Despite the fact Isabella was on top of him, pinning him to the ground, Crash tried to appear as suave as possible. He cleared his throat, and offered a little grin.

"It seems a little odd, considering our circumstance. But I came down here to rescue you."

That appeared to have gotten her attention. After a blank stare, Isabella heaved a groan.

"Are you kidding? You rescue me? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

Crash snorted. He was already emasculated enough, did she have to drive the humiliation knife any further into his chest?

"Well, there's no need to be snippy about it. The whole 'rescue the damsel in distress' concept didn't exactly work out the way I thought either."

Isabella looked as though she was teetering on the verge between hysterical laughter and monstrous rage. Crash couldn't guess what way the scale would tip. Fortunately, she decided on something a little more subtle.

"When in our dealings together have you ever proved that you were useful in any way besides getting everyone around you into trouble? I don't need your help."

Crash opened his mouth in preparation to shoot off a cocky answer, but a curious sound interrupted him. It was the sound of an iron door heaving closed, followed closely by a bolt locking it in place. Crash felt his blood still, and knew what had happened instantly after reading the astonishment in Isabella's eyes. She stood and turned in one fluid motion. Although Isabella seemed ready to pounce forward, it was too late. They were locked in. Standing on the other side of the barred door, wearing an insidious sneer, was the familiar tigress who'd been such a nuisance of late. Isabella's hands were balled into fists by her sides, and Crash could almost see the anger radiating from her still form. The tigress laughed viciously.

"Well, it seems you are in need of help now. Did you really think I would fall for such an obvious trap?"

Isabella did not hesitate. Crash could tell by her clipped voice that she was speaking through a sneer.

"I assure you, if this bumbling bandicoot hadn't gotten in my way my plan would've been perfect. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist coming down here."

"No offence taken." Crash put forth good-naturedly.

He was confused at first what Isabella meant by her statement, but he understood a moment later. He could tell that the tigress understood as well from the way her face was pinched in anger. Isabella must've hidden on the roof waiting for the prowling tigress. If Crash hadn't gotten in her way, it seems that the tigress would have very likely fallen for her ruse. Her appearance in the detention block was proof of that. However, despite the good intentions of a basically fool-proof plan, Isabella was now locked in a cell and the tigress was in control of both of them. Crash was vaguely thankful that at least this time he would have some company. The tigress gripped the bars of the prison, her sharp teeth glittering in the dim light.

"I had been greatly anticipating tearing you to shreds, my elusive rival. However, I believe it might be more rewarding to allow the human scientists to discover you here. Your end would be more prolonged and gruesome in a warcraft laboratory such as this one. I, unfortunately, do not possess the time to make you suffer. I must deliver this concoction back to the doctor. Once I retrieve the solution, of course."

Crash felt his heart skip. Solution? What was she talking about, a solution? Coco never mentioned anything about a solution. The tigress lifted a small glass vial in-between her fingertips and gently swirled around the liquid.

"Once I retrieve the solution to this toxin, the combination will be enough for the doctor to target his enemies. This success is what keeps me from satisfying my own personal vendettas." The tigress drawled arrogantly. She fixed Crash with a particularly nasty stare. "It would have been nice to destroy you for good this time, bandicoot. However, duty calls, I'm afraid."

The tigress turned away, and Isabella took a strong step forward.

"You realize you are giving Cortex the means of easily destroying every anthropoid on the islands. He hates every one of his evolved animal creations. Do you think that he was degrade himself by keeping you as a minion? He will clear away all evidence of his failures and that includes you."

The tigress slowed, but did not stop walking.

"Charming words, my dear. However, I will not be swayed. I am the doctor's prime minion now, and I intend to remain as such. Farewell."

Both Crash and Isabella were silent as they listened to the tigress's footsteps fade away. Crash didn't even realize he was still lying on the floor. Isabella turned very slowly, and Crash was momentarily petrified by the extent of the rage he saw there. She clenched her jaw.

"You idiot."

Crash lifted his hands defensively.

"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? How was I supposed to know you had a whole master plan set out? So much for trying to do a good deed."

Crash got to his feet and wiped his hands off on his pants. Isabella had already begun scanning the inside of the cell, using her hands as though to search for some secret button or lever. Crash was skeptical.

"So, you don't by any chance have the key, do you?"

Isabella didn't even give him an angry look. She was still focused on searching.

"Would you give your mouth a rest? I'm not in a very good mood right now and the sound of your voice is making me want to punch something."

Crash rocked back and forth on his heels. He didn't like being quiet. However, he also didn't want to get a punch in the face. It was difficult to weigh both options. He decided he would take the quiet route for now. At least that would give him time to get some sleeping done. He settled himself down in the corner of the cell and crossed his legs ankle-over-ankle. Isabella slowly turned around, and fixed him with a dangerous stare.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting a little rest. It looks like we're going to be here a while."

Isabella crossed her arms and leaned against the steel wall. She was smiling faintly, but it was anything but pleasant.

"So, you're just going to sit there? Without even trying to find a way out?"

Crash shrugged.

"They usually build these things pretty sturdy."

"How could you have possibly saved the world so many times?"

Crash shrugged a second time.

"I keep hearing this question, and truthfully I haven't got a clue."

Isabella scoffed in amusement before returning to her search.

"Alright, then you just have a nice little sleep. I'm getting out of here."

"Good luck." Crash offered as he propped his arms behind his head and yawned. "Let me know when you find the secret lever."

Crash didn't expect Isabella to let him get away with that, and he was right. She shook her head irritably.

"What makes you think I'll let you use my escape route?"

Crash touched his chest with a mock expression of hurt.

"You'd leave me here to face the prodding curiosity of a laboratory of human scientists? Now, that seems rather heartless. And anyway, I may not even need your fancy escape route."

Isabella chuckled.

"Yeah, do you know a way out of here?"

Crash grinned.

"Maybe."

"Good, then you find your way out, and I'll find my way out."

"Deal."

Crash had prepared to lie back down and take a nap. His plan was dependent on Crunch realizing Crash was missing and would soon come looking for him. Until that time came, he had no desire to waste a lot of precious energy searching for an exit that was nonexistent. He was pretty confident he would win the power struggle with Isabella, which made him all the more astonished when he heard the sound of metal bending.

He watched as Isabella used her strength to peel a grate of metal off of the ceiling. Although the metal appeared reluctant to come loose, Isabella did not let up. After a moment or two, the grate fell heavily to the floor, just short of Crash's toes. Crash hopped up.

"What the…"

Isabella didn't pay him any attention. She dropped down to her haunches, and then shot off like a bullet and disappeared through the hole. Crash rushed beneath the grate, and gazed up with dejection at the hole in the ceiling.

"Isabella! You were just kidding right? You aren't actually going to leave me here?"

At first Crash thought Isabella was already gone, but then he saw her head appear suddenly. Even though her curly blond hair was dangling in front of her face, he could still make out the expression of acidity.

"Find your own way out, bandicoot."

Crash dropped his shoulders and then opened his arms in a wide gesture of surrender.

"Come on, we were just having a 'good-fun' banter. I can't get out of here by myself. I'm useless, you know that."

Isabella smiled, although she seemed to be trying hard not to.

"I do, but…hearing you say it yourself makes it sound even better. Alright, bandicoot, I'll share. Hop up here."

Crash offered a small wince when he realized how high the hole in the ceiling actually was. Although he was not particularly keen about admitting his disability to Isabella, he didn't have much of a choice.

"That 'hop' might be a little difficult to negotiate. Have you seen the size of me?"

"Oh yes, I forgot about that." Isabella reached her hand down through the opening. "It must be difficult fighting all these bad guys and only being 4'8''."

Crash scowled.

"I'm five feet, actually."

"Grab hold, shorty."

Crash hoped this would not be a new nickname for him. If she said it in front of Crunch then that was it. Crunch wasn't clever enough to think up such a jolly joke himself. However, thankfully Crash didn't peg Isabella as a girl who had the patience for nicknames. Crash reached his hand up, and still needed to jump to grasp her fingers in his. With surprisingly little effort, Isabella hoisted him into the shaft. She abandoned him when he was close enough to grip the inside duct himself, and he felt rather foolish kicking his feet in attempt to clamber the rest of the way up. When he made it, he lay on his back for a moment, huffing and puffing. Subconsciously he heard Isabella's voice.

"You are in terrible shape."

Crash blew out a heavy breath and then rolled onto his stomach.

"Well excuse me for not performing the daily ritual of a hundred sit-ups every morning."

The air duct was quite cramped, but Crash, being the size he was, was relatively at ease. Before he had a chance to get used to being in such cramped quarters Isabella was already off at a rapid pace. Crash had to rush just to keep up. When he fell into a reasonably comfortable pace behind Isabella, he realized quite quickly that he was behind Isabella. As if reading his mind Isabella spoke out sharply.

"Keep your eyes on the ground, bandicoot, or you'll get a nice kick in the face."

"Of course, I am a perfect gentleman, you know." Crash assured, and added with a small smirk. "And anyway, it was just a peek."

"Keep it up. When we get out of here, I'll bash in that long nose of yours."

Crash decided to take advantage of her advice. After all, he was a little worried about earning a pummeling. Since his forte was evading attacks, he was quite sure he would be no match for her in such a small environment. So he focused on crawling with his head down, trying not to make too much noise on the thin metal shaft. As Crash followed Isabella's lead, he wondered how Crunch was doing, and hoped he'd be able to reach the solution before the ferocious she-tiger did.

Author's Note:

Alright, I just got super excited posting this chapter and so I've decided something. To thank my awesome reviewers, I'm going to award each of the brave souls who toiled through all/most of my stories and still remain with me a special tribute. I intend to select a scene from each of my reviewers' stories and draw a picture of it. I will post these tributes upon my DeviantArt account, so if you'd like to see them after they're done please click the link on my profile. At this time, the reviewers I've selected are: Chicflick, CadeXHybrid, Smarty and the Geek and immortalsever. I'll draw a pic for Crashfan as well^^, even though I won't be able to draw a story scene.

Thanks so much for the encouragement everyone! You're the best!

(To those I mentioned, if you would prefer not to have me draw an interpretation of a scene from one of your stories, please let me know. I'd be sure to link the scene to your story, so it'd be great advertising^^)

Hope you continue to enjoy!

~Bandi-cute~