Chapter 2

"You have gottttto gettt a new pllllane." Oswald called up to his brother, his teeth chattering from under his scarf that was wrapped around his head to hold his ears in with the help of his flight helmet. "Preferable one witttth heatttt."

"Wimp!" Mickey laughed, the wind whipping his ears back. "I think Minnie left a blanket back there, if you want."

Oswald leaned down, going through the compartment just to the side of his seat and smiled as he found what he had wanted. Quickly wrapping it around himself, he looked back at the clouds passing them only to hold on for dear life as some g's took over and shots rang out. "Whatttthe heck!?"

"We're getting shot at!" Mickey announced, trying to avoid getting hit only for bullets to ring off the side mettle.

The sound of a liquid drip drew Oswald to look over the side of the plane only to see an amber liquid discoloring the side of the plane's paint. "They've hit the gas tank!" He cried out only to be enunciated by the alarms going off from Mickey's panel.

"I've gotta land!" Mickey cried out, losing altitude quickly.

Oswald quickly threw up a prayer as he watched snow covered land come closer and closer.

"Come on!" Mickey ordered through his teeth, pulling back on the throttle with all his strength.

Oswald closed his eyes, not able to watch his demise only to be jarred as the wheels touched down. He watched as Mickey quickly pulled the breaks, slowing down the plane as it came within a nose of a tree.

Mickey leaned his head against the panel of instruments with a sigh as his adrenalin rushed out.

"We're alive?" Oswald asked, looking around. He jumped up to his feet and leaned over to hug his brother. "We're alive!"

"How come most of my landings seem to be crash landings?" Mickey asked, trying to calm down.

"I think it's a family thing." Oswald admitted, letting go. He climbed out and looked at the swiss cheese that was their plane. "Great, now how are we going to get there?"

Mickey climbed out of the plane and looked around. "I've got a map, let's get in those woods. Whoever was shooting at us might still be after us."

"Two guesses as to who it was." Oswald growled, taking off his flight helmet. He threw the thing back in the plane and grabbed his brown uniform cap, placing it on his head in aggravation.

The two walked into the woods, leaving their poor remains of a flyer behind as snow started to fall. "You know this means Pete already knows we're here." Mickey pointed out, unfolding his map.

Oswald kept an eye on the woods around them as he walked next to Mickey, his hand resting on the butt of his pistol to make sure it was still there at his side.

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"Finally, I think I see the town." Oswald shivered, pointing forwards at a line of light in the now dark snow covered horizon.

"Good, any longer and I think my tail would freeze off." Mickey looked over his shoulder to see his tail now frozen in an almost straight position. He turned back to looking ahead only to smile at what he saw. "Hey look! It's the Klondike Bar."

"Huh?"

"The Klondike Bar, I did a short there." Mickey explained with a smile as he looked towards the rabbit. "Who knew we both ended up doing a short in the same town up here."

"Walt was always trying to connect our lives." Oswald smiled. "I wonder what he would think if he knew all that's happened recently."

"I like to think he'd be happy." Mickey admitted. "Come on, if we run we might warm up a bit."

The two rushed forwards through the snow, trying to get back some of their limb's feelings as the town grew in size in front of them. They rushed through the alley way in between two buildings before Mickey let Oswald lead the way to the Mountie Police Station.

The two entered the building and went straight towards an old stove still positioned in the center of the room and started warming themselves up.

"What can I do for you two?" a voice asked from the desk.

"Give us a min." Oswald shivered, the snow melting off of his shoulders and feet to reveal his uniform.

"Oswald, ma'boy! I'm glad you could make it." An older voice called out, the only warning the rabbit had before a slap to the shoulder.

Oswald cringed in pain, his face reddening from the mix of snow and heat. He turned his head only to smile at the dog standing behind him. "Hi Colonel."

"So how'd you manage to get up here?" Russell asked, letting the two warm back up.

Oswald turned around to defrost his tail as he said, "We were flying until we got shot down close to the woods."

"We had to make the rest of the way on foot." Mickey offered, slowly rotating so he could warm up his whole body.

"Mickey, I hardly recognized you under all that snow." Russell stated, surprised.

"I live in California for a reason." Mickey grumbled, holding his tail so that the heat could warm it up.

"Any word from Mr. Whiskers?" Oswald asked.

"No, sorry." Russell sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Fulton might know something. He's the one who tipped us about Pete's reappearing."

"The bar man?" Mickey asked, dropping his tail as the name sounded familiar.

"That's the man." Clyde said, leaning over the desk to be in the conversation.

"If Pete was already shooting at you two on your way in, you might want to wear a disguise to go talk to Fulton." Russell offered. "Don't need you two getting shot up."

"I'll go and see what I can find." Clyde offered, getting up from his seat.

"Who's the moose?" Oswald asked, throwing his thumb towards the doorway the lieutenant just disappeared through.

"Clyde Moosecadet*." Russell informed with a smile. "He came on not too long ago but puts all he can into the job. Where'd you say your plane landed?"

"Just on the outskirts of the woods out there to the south." Mickey informed. "We got shot in the gas tank, so I know the thing needs some help."

"I'll get some men onto recovering your plane for ya. You two just warm up." Russell said before calling over two dogs in uniform.

*Homage to Jerome Mousecadet who worked on Code Lyoko. Leave me alone, I will always love Odd!