Chapter VII- The storage.

Fox cried in despair after he went home. He just did not know what to do next. A thing popped up in his mind. He had to take revenge and save his love.

That was the time when he blacked out.

When he woke up again, what he heard was the snapping of the cameras and the mixed voice of several news reporters outside.

He listened to them. And he heard: "Mr. Mccloud's companion was missing since last night. But according to surveillance, none of them really are the same to what should have happened. Could Fox be the "Lover's killer"? Or in fact, he is already so lunatic that he even killed his own girlfriend? All the information showed that even many ALW years had passed, Fox Mccloud and Krystal still are not married yet. And according to statistics, the Lover's killer never set its sights to the married ones. Could the lover's killer really go so mad that he is killing his own girlfriend? This remained a mystery..."

"God, people needed to think about it. No way that I'm the killer, aren't I?"

"Also, a letter was sent to Mr. Mccloud the day before yesterday that is unlike every letter. According to the post office's information. When examined in X-Ray, there is the special ink used by the lover's killer- from the first to the last, there is that ink that was forbidden since 0ALW for it is the ink used by the Andross army for written communication. And according to the public, the Starfox team had gone into the Venom territory so deep, that they are the only ones that will have the possibility to obtain that special ink..."

"Who also went in that deep in their territory? " He thought.

"Will Fox Mccloud be the real murder of the 9 victims of the lover's killer? Will there be a deeper mystery around this case? I'm Vincent Cheung from EF HK TVB news. Back to the studio."

"What worthless words..." Thought he. "I'll just go to a random motel. They will never notice. Since they will be only hanging around my house..."

He then thought of trying to sneak through the backyard.

"Yeah. Everyone will be at work now. No one will notice if I leap through their backyard."

And so he did it. When he went out of the back door, he then heard the foolish words by the journalists who think that they are very smart.

"Will Fox Mccloud be the Killer?" and "Should we put our sights on Mr. Fox Mccloud?"... Those are heard from those people. Those foolish, incoherent people.

He then went to the parking lot. Which was about thirty meters away. And again, no one saw him going there.

Fox always thought that there is something behind something. Suddenly he thought of his letter, which he brought along. He opened the letter, then took out the paper which the poem was typed, shook the letter, and there it was. There was an electrical stamp to unlock those mini-containers. Behind the stamp held the note, which was written in Conerian. As for us translated in English:

"Num 290 T locker, Central storage center, Coneria"

Fox then did not hesitate, he ran to the car and started the engine.

"Farewell, apartment." He thought. As he drove away, leaving the apartment surrounded by the journalists.

When he finally went to where he should be, he got out of the car then started to walk.

But he was quite not adapted to how lots of people were appearing in the central storage area.

The people were walking. But suddenly they were losing velocity. They then did not move anymore. Their colors faded. As if the colors of the rainbow had disappeared suddenly.

He then tried to talk to the people, but they were as cold as a rock which was frozen in endless winter.

There were words that appeared in midair. Almost as if intangible and unseen. As if there were something...and someone appearing in the mist.

"It's all my fault..." He heard.

As he saw Krystal, as if she were really there, going inside the crowd.

"No! Wait!" Said he."Don't go!" As he tried to run through the "stone statues". Which are cold and hard as ice and hurt Fox when he hit them.

"Uh!" Fox heard her moaning in pain. This was exactly like the case from the last incident. But Falco or Hyacinth were nowhere besides him. The police were not there either.

Fox did not hesitate. He ran towards the "stone crowd" regardless how painful it was when he crashed into them. When Krystal was seen, a black hooded figure was holding her in the neck. and pointing a gun towards her neck.

Fox then leaped towards "Krystal". He did not have any weaponry, he was just impulsive on saving her.

However, as the figure and Krystal were intangible, Fox simply leaped "through them". And hit his head hard onto the ground. Marble.

That made our hero regain his sanity again.

"Argh...my head. Where am I?"

His vision was blurred, but then it cleared back again. At his back was the storage area. And the colors are back, the people are walking again. At least not stone statues anymore.

"I made it! I made it out from this goddamn illusion to here!"

He then stepped on the platform for transportation. For the central storage is about 200km² in diameter. So big that it will not be possible to reach the furthest locker number "ZZX" without a walk for hours. That's why a transporter was placed. Type in the number in the panel, and the transporter will take you to the location you wanted to go to.

Fox stepped in, and typed in the number: 290 T.

The transporter then rushed to the location. First the Role T, then the number 290.

"You have arrived at your destination. Please take your personal storage material and go back."

Fox then used the electrical stamp. It accepted and opened the door.

Inside was a grey-ish laptop. With the Logo: HP (Hewlett-Packard) on top of it. With a pistol beside it. He picked them up.

For not disturbing the people who are expecting to use one but waited for too long, Fox immediately pushed the button: return back. And the transporter rushed back to where he came.

When the doors opened, the voice in there said to him: "have a nice day!"

Never was Fox being confused as that. But now what he knew was to find a place for shelter. His place was no longer safe.

He randomly chose a motel by his GPS on his personal device.

"Just Sleep motel. Coneria city side skirts. Good enough. Pretty close to Coneria. And easy way to the city..."

He then set his journey to that motel. Hoping that his hiding place will be hiding his identity. For now. His love was in danger, he was famous in a bad way, and he's all alone.

Meanwhile, Falco, in despair, also trying to go to a place where he will be safe from the very harsh police lieutenant. Yet being close to Coneria so he could be close enough for any investigation needed. He drove quickly, the wind whirling through his blue car when he closed the window. The wind and rainwater were too cold for him.

In anger and frustration, he up-shift to the sixth gear, and stepped the gas pedal even harder. The speed meter said: 150km/h...175km/h...until a car that was driving slow in front made him slammed on the brakes. The inertia was so strong that if Falco wasn't wearing his seatbelt, he would be at the hospital by now for he would be flying out of the window and hit the ground and had been heavily injured. The tire tracks he made screeched and left a deep mark.

"Watch where are driving! Dude!" Yelled the driver.

"I really need to calm down. And well, I arrived at where I should be. The motel."