Cornerian 911 Resources Building

The vicinity of the building is a mess.

There is bustling sounds and loud noises, with 911 calls ringing with activity.

It's not just another working day at the office for them.

There are numerous people, over fifty sitting down in a small, enclosed room, with bulletproof glass shimmering with the sunlight refracting off the glass.

We see a very familiar looking crab-like young man, racing to his office.

It's Corbert Cruz.

Corbert is seen, wearing a "RIP Justin Pepper" shirt - insigniated with big, bold white letters on the shirt.

Corbert races for his desk.

"Watch where you're going, kid!" A mallard duck, male voice shouted.

"Sorry, Craig...Mr. Grossfeld... I didn't mean to get in your way." Corbert replied, with one leg out in the hallway and his other, on Craig's file cabinet, on the floor.

Corbert accidentally bumped into it, with his right leg.

"You nearly toppled over my work!" Corbert yelled.

"Look, nobody got killed here, Craig. General Pepper needs these files and-" Corbert said, before getting cut off by Craig.

"Have you been on the call of duty?" Craig retorted.

"What?" Corbert said, raising an eyebrow.

"The Star Fox team is submitting, transmissions and reports that there is something called a "Coyote Pack" going on." Craig snapped back.

Corbert froze in place, not sure what to make of it.

Corbert turns to his right, to see a female colleague, answer the phone, looking annoyed.

"Hello?" A female pig asked, picking up the phone.

Pause for a nanosecond.

"Yes, this is Jen Ratonsolo's office? What seems to be the problem ma'am?" Jen asked.

Another pause for a brief second.

"Are you serious? And to think, this happened on Christmas?" Jen asked the voice, over the line.

Pause for a brief second, once more.

"Oh, joy." Jen sighed in response.

Again, another pause.

"Okay, okay, what's your name ma'am?" Jen asked.

Corbert turns to his attention, back to Craig.

"Now kid, get back to work around here. You've been here, not as long as I have-" Craig Grossman, finger pointed at Corbert.

"CORBERT!" Another familiar voice called out.

It's Derek DeLuna.

Corbert freezes in place, for a few seconds, coming back to reality to see if it, was indeed him.

"DEREK!" Corbert said, pausing in the hallway, with the camera, focusing on Derek - in a front powerwalking, position.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked Corbert.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Corbert's eyes beaming back and forth, between him and

Craig snarls in response.

"Okay, what's the papers in your hands?" Corbert asked.

"Headline news, I had to rush over here. The Star Fox team is in trouble." Derek used his seahorse tail to pass the papers to him.

"I-oh great." Corbert said, ignoring him and simply looking at the bolded, headlines of the publication.

"It's not ideal with these short hands I have, I'm sorry." Derek said to Corbert as Derek had to use his seahorse tail, to pass the word and papers to his friend.

"You're fine, you're fine." Corbert said, calming down Derek.

Derek and Corbert freeze in place in the hallway corridors, of the commonly Christmas festive, of the place.

Outside The Cornerian 911 Resources Building

"Oh, great, we have to get back on our job." A very familiar female voice, said.

"Hurry, go go go go!" The second feminine voice replied back.

Derek & Corbert In The Office

The scene shifts, back to where the boys were at.

"So, what should we do about this Corb?" Derek asked.

"I would imagine, this "Coyote Pack" wouldn't be..." Corbert said.

"YOU GUYS! YOU GUYS!" A female voice panic-stricken with fear yelled, down the hallway.

"YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS!" The second feminine voice added.

We get a camera vantage point of the pair of girls, racing to where Derek & Corbert were.

It's Flara and Flana.

The Firefly Sisters.

"He's coming!" Flana gasped for air, in her pace.

"What? Who's coming?" Corbert asked.

Flara & Flana stare in silence at the boys.

"Spit it out!" Corbert exclaimed.

Flara & Flana stand there, in silence thinking there was no way of being alarmed.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Flara shouted.

Nobody, not a single co-worker heeded Flana's warning.

Flana picked up a microphone, on the front table of the office.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! MR. RAISENBECK IS ON HIS WAY OVER HERE!" Flana shouted.

A chorus of gasps are exclaimed, within the group of co-workers.

"WHAT!?" A female co-worker exclaimed.

"What? Mr. Raisenbeck?!" Craig shouted, shifting his attention to the girls.

"Yes! Mr. Raisenbeck is on his way, over here right now!" Flana yelled.

"Oh my! I'm getting under my desk!" A female, pink starfish said getting underneath her desk.

"Mr. Raisenbeck!? Flana you can't be serious!" Craig exclaimed.

"Yes, I'm serious. 100% He's coming, over here right now." Flana said.

"What!? What could that traitor, possibly want?" Craig sighed in response.

"Mr. Raisenbeck!? What good would he be here for anyway?" Jen asked.

"He's trying to make amends with other people." Flana replied.

"Are you serious, Flana?" Jen, once again asked.

"YES! I AM!" Flana shouted back.

"Whatever. If he's coming, I'll be ready." Jen said.

"It's no laughing matter. General Pepper said he's coming!" Flana yelled.

"Mr. Raisenback has no business being here. I thought he was curtailed out of here, years ago." Jen exclaimed.

"Calm down, Jen!" Craig yelled back.

"Just be ready! Be ready for him, ladies and gentlemen!" Flana exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm so hiding underneath my desk." The female starfish uttered.

"Make that, the two of us." A male panda bear added.

"Oh, that was a good one sis." Flara said patting, Flana on the back.

"This is no laughing matter, sis. Flana replied.

"Mr...Raisenbeck?" Derek asked.

"What you didn't know, who Mr. Raisenbeck is?" Flana asked.

"...N-No..." Derek said, hesitating with his answer.

"He used to work here. He was the head honcho of this place, and he was a dropout at the Cornerian Academy and nearly blew up this joint." Flana added.

"...What?" Derek again, asked perplexed by Flara's response.

"Mr. Raisenbeck! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" A female Owl's voice, screeched in horror of his name.

"Turn the lights off!" Flara yelled.

Everyone froze in silence.

It was eerily quiet. It was pitch black, even though the sunlight came through the glass windows, it was eerily quiet. Very quiet.

"Okay, I'm sorry who is this guy again?" Derek asked.

"He's coming." Flara spoke softly in response.

Footsteps are heard in the distance.

"I just wanted-" Derek asked.

"SHSSSSHHH!" Flana hushed Derek.

The door hinge to the front and center of the room, turned open.

"Umm...hello?" Mr. Raisenbeck questioned.

"Turn the lights on!" Derek shouted.

Mr. Raisenbeck turned the lights on.

"Umm...yes. My name is-" Raisenbeck said.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" The female Owl cried out.

The camera didn't show Mr. Raisenbeck's face but, his voice was heard.

"So...that's Mr. Raisenbeck?" Derek asked.

There is a sea of boo's being uterred by his co-workers.

"Look, I'm trying to make things right here." Mr. Raisenbeck said.

"GET OUT OF HERE! YOU LOSER! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A TRAITOR!" The female starfish yelled.

"A COMPLETE AND TOTAL TRAITOR!" The red male panda added.

"GET OUT OF HERE! YOU TOTAL STOOGE!" The female Owl added to the calamity.

"GET LOST" Jen, finger pointed and gestured to him.

"What are they insinuating?" Derek asked, the three as he got no response from them.

"YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING HERE!" Craig shouted.

"Can you guys, just forgive me? Nobody got hurt!" Mr. Raisenbeck yelled.

More boos.

"What you did and what you have done around here, cannot be forgiven!" Jen yelled.

"What's his name?" Corbert said, walking up to Jen.

"His name is-" Jen said, before Derek interrupted the chaotic mess.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! Calm down!" Derek said, picking up the microphone, uses earlier by Flana.

"BOO! YOU STINK TOO!" A male voice, called out in the crowd in the people, hiding from Mr. Raisenbeck.

More and more people in the office, were boo'ing with all of his or her might at him.

"I have no idea, what's going on here. But my name is Derek DeLuna!" Derek said, waving his hand in the air, calming down people as he could.

"YOU ROCK DEREK!" Another voice cried out of the group.

"Look, I know I haven't been here for a long as you people have but, I think we can settle this out-" Derek said.

People began boo'ing Derek.

"Ladies and gentlemen, me and my friends will handle with talking to...umm...Mr. Raisenbeck here. There is no need to be alarmed." Derek said.

"Yeah, right." The female starfish sneered in response.

"Ladies and gentlemen, me and my friends will take care of this ourselves. Thank you for your time." Derek said, placing the microphone down.

Mr. Raisenbeck's face was never shown.

Just before his face could be seen, it was obstructed by Derek, shoving him out of the office.

"GUYS! HELP!" Derek yelled to his friends.

Corbert, Flara and Flana raced out of the office with the two.

"Okay, so what exactly are you doing here?" Corbert asked.

"Boys...and girls." Mr. Raisenbeck said.

"Don't waste our time." Flana added.

His actual face has still, yet to be revealed.

"The Star Fox team is trouble. They're going to need your help." Mr. Raisenbeck added.

"Where are they at, exactly? Do you know?" Corbert asked.

"Fox McCloud got kidnapped." Mr. Raisenbeck added.

"I'm surprised you came back here." Flana retorted.

"This is no time for this. I have no time for this." Mr. Raisenbeck scolded the foursome.

Derek stands there, with a "who is he?" mouth gesture.

"Look, I know I have no business coming back here but, you're going to need my help." Mr. Raisenbeck pleaded.

"Look, just tell us where Fox McCloud is at." Corbert asked.

"That's all that matters." Flara interrupted.

"Fox McCloud got kidnapped." Mr. Raisenbeck replied.

Corbert rolls his eyes.

"Where is he?" Derek asked.

"Just tell us." Flara pleaded.

"He's on-" Mr. Raisenbeck said.