Chapter 6-600
When Fox mentioned stealing the mission back, 45 wanted nothing more than to tie both Fox and Dragon to chairs and leave them like that until the level-head Fox was back. Not that his other personality wasn't level-headed. He was. But nothing good had ever come from listening to Fox's other side. Trust 45. He still had scars from when Youko had attacked him during a mission because Fox let a guard down. Cold and ruthless to the core, Youko was almost as bad as the villains of Demon World and the Black Book Club. The only difference was that Fox could direct that ruthlessness for the common good… most of the time… okay not really. Fox spent most of his time trying to keep Youko out of control. However, Youko occasionally slipped pass Fox's mental defences.
This was one of those moments. Thankfully, within moments of Youko's suggestion, the man blinked and shook his head as if warding off a bad memory. Purple eyes scanned the room as if Fox had expected to see bloody bodies on his return to control. When he saw that he had not moved, Fox sighed.
45 couldn't help but sigh as well. It must be hell living with that thing in your head, he thought. Knowing that when you black out you'll probably wake up surrounded by blood was not something anyone wanted. At least Fox knew how to deal with Youko. If 45 had the same problem, he'd probably never wake up again.
Meanwhile Spirit suggested trying to convince Kokami to give them their mission. Dragon shot him down and the two started fighting. For a few moments, the office was filled with shouts of "You want to go Shortie?" and "Ha. You're not worth my time, idiot." And while 45 would have loved to bat ideas around to get mission 345 back, they had a mission to complete. Maybe if they finished it before Team Youki had any headway, the toddler would reassign it. 45 knew he was reaching but he had to hope. If he didn't, it'd be far too easy to listen to Youko. And you never wanted to listen to Youko. Ever! Doing so could get you killed, in jail, accused of everything under the sun, seriously injured, mentally scarred, or carrying baggage for little old ladies who couldn't tell up from down. (Don't ask. You do not want to know.)
However, he let Fox split up the two children while he reached into his desk and pulled out his trusty gun. Without it he was only a punk with unrivalled fighting abilities. With the black handgun, he was one of the most deadly agents of Underworld, Ultra Punk Agent the other boys in the room he loaded the gun with four bullets. He would have put in more but his latest shipment of chaos was late again. When he looked up, Spirit had finished arguing with Dragon and had moved over to the trunk pushed up against the wall. From it, he pulled out a brown whip that he passed to Fox and a wooden sword that he strapped to his belt. Dragon never went anywhere without his metal sword so he didn't need to grab his weapon from its hiding spot in the room.
With quick glance around the room, 45 couldn't help but grin. Even if they didn't have their mission yet, without a doubt they would get it. One way or another. For now they had another mission to worry about and he was ready to introduce yet another bouncer to his fist.