AN- Sorry it's taken me as long as it has to get a new chapter up, my computer was on the fritz. It got so bad, i ended up writing this chapter on my phone and then using the computer to post it. Thankfully though, i managed to repair the fault and standard posty-ness should resume.

Anyway, here it is.

Enjoy,

Wing.

Fay walked briskly through the hallway, in an attempt to make sure none of the guards were aware of her identity. She was confident that the helmet would be enough, but she wasn't taking any chances. She strode down the hallway as fast as her legs could go without running. Running would only draw more attention. She approached an elevator, stepped inside, and punched the button for Wolf's personal floor, Floor 11. The elevator shot upwards, likely some sort of protocol to ensure that someone on their way to Wolf was on-time. The elevator stopped, and she reflexively un-holstered and raised her R-90. The doors opened to an empty Floor 11. Breathing a sigh of relief, Fay lowered her pistol and dashed out of the elevator, making as fast as she could for Wolf's office. She turned the corner, and knocked into someone, dropping her pistol and nearly following it to the floor, instead landing on her knees. It skittered across the floor, and a black, furred paw reached down to retrieve it. Fay glanced up to see none other that Panther Caruso was pointing her R-90 at her helmeted skull.

"Is this yours?" He asked in a seductive tone, spinning it on his fingers and holding out the grip to her. She took it from his paw and thrust it into her holster. " I wouldn't go dropping your weapon around here, sugar," he continued, keeping the same tone. "Some of the mercenaries on this station are downright mean, and you might need... protecting." He extended his arm to her.

"I can handle myself" She replied monotonously, trying to remain calm. She brought herself to her feet."

"Well well, a tough girl, huh? I bet you're still pretty under that helmet" He added, "Panther Caruso. And you are...?"

Fay said the first thing that came to her, the nickname Wolf had used when he didn't know her actual name in the cellblock.

"Snow. Pleasure."

"The feeling is mutual, Snow. Now, how come I've never seen you around here before? I'm sure I'd remember a... physique like yours, if I had seen it."

"What did you say?" Fay growled quietly.

"All I'm saying is, that armour really shows off your... figure." He replied, back to using the seductive tone. "This one's in the bag..." He thought to himself. Instead though, something rather different happened. The mysterious woman in front of him balled her hands into fists, and a second growl eminated from beneath her helmet.

"Bite. Me. Asshole." She replied, in a threatening tone.

"Oh, he said, as though he was catching on, "Do you like that sort of thing?" This almost sent Fay into a fit of rage, but she contained it.

Instead, however, she un-holstered her pistol and whipped him across the face.

A certain Cerinian would have loved to have witnessed it. He yelled and staggered backwards onto his backside.

"With my mate," she snarled, emphasising the word, "Maybe. But certainly not you, jerk!" She ran down the hall and into Wolf's office, sealing the door behind her. Thankfully, Wolf appeared to be the paranoid type, and the door could only be operated from her side. Suddenly, there was a banging noise. Panther must have saw her go in.

"If you don't open this door this instant, I'll rip you to shreds you with my bare paws!" Panther bellowed.

"Go ahead and try it, pervert!" She yelled back, accessing Wolf's computer and beginning the bypass of Sargasso's systems. Wolf appeared to have planned ahead, as most of the security software had been conveniently disabled. She was through to the core stems in 25 seconds flat. She set the gravimetric capacitors to overload, which would disable the gravity aboard for a few hours while they cooled. The computer now awaited her approval. At this point, she remembered the communications earpiece she had been given by Wolf before she split with the other group.

"This is Fay..." she spoke into it...

"...Are you receiving me?"

At this point, Wolf, Joseph and Krystal had already boarded and were nearing the hangar bay at the front of the ship.

"This is Krystal, I'm here. Situation?"

"Well, I'm locked in O'Donnell's office with a very annoyed Panther on the other side of the doors."

"What did you do ta' piss him off?" Wolf queried.

"Asked me if I wanted to spend some 'private time' in his quarters. I told him to bite me. He thought I meant during 'it', so I pistol-whipped him."

"Wow. Nice going, Tex" Would replied sarcastically.

"What did you expect for me to do? Go along with it?" She replied.

"Point taken, snowy. How long until you're done?" He asked.

"I ve been done for about a minute and a half now. I'm not just a pretty face you know."

" I realised that when you pistol-whipped somebody." Wolf replied

"Touché. Now how long's that ship gonna' be?"

"With you in two. Hang on, kid. Wolf out."

Krystal suddenly turned to Joseph as they continued down the corridor. "I'm sorry, but, I have to put up with him for months and she just gets to smack him one on first sight?"

"Hey, don't ask me." He replied, casually.

They neared the hangar bulkhead. Wolf hit the door release. It slid aside to reveal the Great Fox II's spacious hangar. Docked were six Aparoid-Conflict-era Arwings, christened by mercenary and CDF navy pilots as the 'Assault Arwing' for it's improved shielding and weapons over the original model. Krystal and Joseph both turned to Wolf, but she got the question out first. "Hold on, why six?" she queried.

"You'll see. For now, mount up. We got a lady that needs rescuing."