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The wolf pulled her cellphone out, pressed a button and began, "I'm in pursuit of the subjects leaving the campus."

The voice on the other line responded. "Don't jeopardize this mission by blowing your cover Glare." With that said, she ended the call and shoved the phone back in her pocket.

She hastily made way to her stationary motorcycle and took off after the two, shortly after starting it up. Glare tracked Alaska and Zach, recognizing their destination was the Military owned private hangar. Her hand clutched the throttle tighter to cover more distance in order to catch the two, just as she was closing in her phone rang. She answered the call without taking her eyes off the airborne duo. "Who is this?"

An unfamiliar voice responded. "Heya, just a fair warning: you're gonna wanna let the dragon and wolf go and leave the hangar." Glare narrowed her eyes and glanced at the caller I.D. The call came from General Ryan.

She held the phone out, staring at the screen incredulously. "What did you do to Ryan?!" Without so much as allowing the chance for the person on the other end to respond she hung up and shoved the device back into her pocket. Her attention fixated back to the sky only to find Alaska and Zach had already touched down. She spotted the two heading into the spacecraft. "Damn it!" Glare growled, face palming herself as she sped toward the vessel. If my hunch is correct, Ryan's been murdered and that was The Quiet One... and he's in there. Wait.. Her eyes widened. She gripped at the throttle, speeding towards the private hanger. As she approached, it dawned upon her that The Quiet One was more than likely within the stationed vessel on the strip; it also appeared that Alaska and Zach had boarded. A deep groan fell from her at the realization. Damn it... Once at within the hanger, she parked her motorcycle and ran towards the grey colored jet. "HOLD ON!"

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Just as Alaska was mid-ignition, he heard the command from outside from the female. The dragon stopped, turning to Zach. "Wait here, I'll handle this." He opened the rear hatch and walked back to see who it was. "Sorry for skipping school..." He let out before noticing a black and red she-wolf running at him with a 9mm laser pistol trained on him. He quickly drew his hands up at either side of his head, with wide eyes. "Uhhh....."

"What do you think you're doing?" Her eyes narrowed at him. "You know damn well you shouldn't be out here on your own!"

"Ya see... about that-" before he could finish a crashing ka-thoonk cut him off. They both turned to the spacecraft. "Zach...? ZACH?!" He quickly pivoted, pausing when he heard Glare's pistol cock.

"Whatever you're thinking about doing... don't." Glare trained her weapon towards his thighs. "Alaska... listen to me." The dragon clenched his fists.

I can't stand by while he's in danger... He growled lowly, more to himself.

"You can't run around here, playing with the space ship Alaska. This is real and lives are at stake."

Alaska puffed smoke through his nostrils. "I don't have time for this..."

"WHat was that?!" She causally leaned closer. "Please, enlighten me on what you don't have time for."

Alaska snapped his neck around, turning to the wolf, eyes narrowed and lips furrled into a frown. "Time for this, Glare!" He darted off into the ship's interior, leaving her outside.

Glare blunk idly, taken aback by what had just transpired. Her pistol lowered as she growled to herself, before following him inside. "ALASKA!" Damn it all to hell, if The Quiet One doesn't kill him, I will.

Alaska returned to the cockpit, staring at the two wolves seated before him. He sized up the two, looking to the red eyed white male, then to the white haired, winged grey wolf. "Which one of you punks messed with my friend?" His pupils darted between the two. "yOu killed him didn't you...? Why'd you do it, he was a wolf just like you. IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!"

The white wolf smirked at him. "Look kid, you better take a seat otherwise you'll end up like your friend." He turned the key starting up the engine. At the revving of the engines, Glare hopped aboard. She crept up toward the cockpit and kept her gun trained on the white wolf.

"What.. did you do.. to Ryan?" She glanced over at the winged wolf then back to him. "Did you kill him Derek, or did your friend over here?" Her aim turned to the winged wolf. "You do it?" Her hands trembled with her growing rage. "...I should just kill you Derek.." Her finger squeezed at the trigger.

Derek drew out his energy sword, pointing the glowing red blade at the wolf. "Now now, you know better than to try that with me." His smirk grew into a cocky grin as he turned his attention to the female. "I could slice you down before that bullet even leaves the barrel." Glare growled, slowly releasing the pressure on the trigger. The white wolf chuckled. "Good girl. Now, take a seat or I take your life." He gave a sadistic smile. "Choice is yours, sweetheart."

Glare backed off, lowering her weapon and sitting beside a grumpy Alaska.

Derek rose up, standing at around 6'4". He turned to his partner~ "I'mma check on the hostages, start the up the ship. And make sure they don't try anything Rocko." He walked off into the corridor.

"Oh, I won't." Rocko replied, following with a sinister laugh as he reached for his utility belt, pulling off a grenade.

Glare glanced around the interior, looking to the two empty seats behind them. Her pupils followed along the black decals within the cockpit, down to the blue carpeting below. Her eyes fell onto Rocko, who casually twirled the grenade in his hand. She figured he wouldn't hesitate to detonate the explosive if either of them made any sudden movements. The wolf sunk back into her seat, leaning toward Alaska. "We wouldn't be stuck in this predicament if you'd've just listened to me."

The dragon turned to her throwing his hands up. "How was I supposed to know that this would happen?!"

Rocko glanced back at them through the corner of his eye for a moment, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Seeing the winged wolf firing up the engines in preparation for take off, Glare quickly formulated a scheme to get themselves out of the predicament. "You should have thought about that before rushing in here!" She grabbed at the dragon's shirt collar and pulled him in, growling. "As soon as we get off of this ship I'm going to kill you."

Rocko started laughing. "Easy back there, save some fun for me."

Alaska took a deep gulp, finding himself starting to sweat. "G-glare... I-I..."

She drew close to his ear and quickly whispered, "play along, I'm going to get us out of this" before giving him a few short orders. "Save it Alaska!" She shoved him back into his seat and stood up, forcing out a frustrated sigh. Her claws pinched at the bridge of her snout as she shook her head. "Before anything happens, I need to know: what did Derek promise you after escaping Luna?" The wolf glanced at her once more. "Knowing him, it's more than just freedom."

He smirked. "That's really none of your damn business, but if you're dying to know; A quarter-million."

"Hm." Damn him...

Alaska drew a pocket knife and held it against Rocko's throat from behind the seat. "Step away from the machine and you won't get hurt."

"Yeah right." As the wolf jerked in the seat to try and get the knife off of him, Alaska panicked, pressing the knife harder against him and incidentally slashing his neck and cheek. The wolf hissed out in pain, clenching at the opened wounds. "Gah! You cut me you bastard!"

The dragon pulled back in shock. "I didn't mean t- actually, that's what you get for moving you jerk!" He slowly maneuvered into the pilot seat.

The winged wolf growled, "Why I oughta-" Foomp. He keeled over, getting winded from the fist Glare threw, straight to his gut.

"Only I get to threaten him." She kneed him in the face, nearly breaking Rocko's nose; leaving him to fall to the floor and curl up.

Alaska put the headset on and pressed the button to speak on the overcom. "Attention passengers, this is your captain Alaska speaking. Derek; Rocko is dead-"

"WHAAT?!" Derek walked out from the corridor, sword drawn and hilt in a tight grip. He stepped over his partner and swiftly approaching Alaska. Just as he was nearing Alaska panicked, taking off at a steep angle and quickly gaining altitude. The wolf stumbled backwards some steps, trying to keep upright. He tripped over Rocko losing his sword and falling flat onto his back. "Ack! Rocko what are you doing on the floor?!"

Glare used the opportunity to throw herself atop Derek to subdue the prone male. She quickly snapped handcuffs on him and interlaced the chain with another pair that she threw onto Rocko. Throwing a stiff knee into Derek's gut she sat the two back to back and used the rope from the emergency tool kit to tie them up.

-

After restraining the two canines, Glare left them on the floor groaning in pain and rushed off towards the back of the ship to find Ryan and Zach. Alaska glanced back hearing the quick taps of her boots and saw she had left momentarily. "Glaaa-aaaaaand she's gone..." He let out a sigh, turning back to the open skies ahead to attempt steering them through space.

Shortly after taking off, the she-wolf picked up on low groans coming from the end of the corridor. She hurried over finding two doors one to the left and the other to the right; listening closely the groaning was coming from the door on the right and without hesitation she opened the door. The light flickered on, two bodies lied on the floor; one she easily identified as General Ryan, the other must being Zach, both of them bruised, battered, and slightly bloodied. She quickly dropped to her knees to check the wolf's pulse: steady. A sigh of relief escaped her as she helped him sit up and undid his restraints. After situating the wolf, she turned to the Rhino and roused him into consciousness with moderate effort. "Ryan sir, get up! We're in serious danger!"

After violent shaking and resorting to slapping him mildly a few times, the General stirred awake with a grumble. "Where.. Where the hell am I?" He clenched a hand around his forehead and rubbed, shaking off his delirium with some movements. His pupils landed on the wolf slumped on the wall. "And who is he?"

Glare smirked hearing him and seeing that he at least wasn't completely out of his senses. "There's not much time to explain. We're aboard one of the private space crafts currently in flight within space. I'm sure you remember the dragon Alaska, yes? This here is his good friend Zach." She turned back to the wolf and lightly smacked his face. "Hey, are you alright?"

Zach mumbled as he stirred into consciousness. "Mmrrrghh.. why do I feel so sore...?"

"Come on big guy," She helped him up, supporting him with her shoulders and wrapping an arm around him. "Let's head back to the cockpit for a full debriefing." With that said, the three made their way back to the front of the ship.

-

Meanwhile, Alaska had been blindly navigating to who-knows-where trying to keep himself from having a complete panic attack.Why was I left in charge with this? He directed the ship left. I have no idea what I'm doing... He kept on. What am I supposed to do about them behind me? He hesitated thinking about them, unconsciously steering to the right and flying faster. Okay, okay... Calm down Alaska, it's not- too bad. You haven't crashed or anything... [yet] He grumbled at the nagging afterthought then sighed. Well... I'm not doing that bad I guess... His eyes drifted to the controls. Woah, I better slow down some... He eased back on the throttle and pulled towards the left again. There we go... Now to figure out where I'm.. going... Alaska's shoulders dropped. "As a matter of fact, just where.. are.. we..?" The dragon curiously looked around for any signs of where he may have flown them to, drawing no clear conclusion. "Oh crap.. I got us lost.. Heheh...." Alaska slumped back into the pilot's seat, drifting by and looking out into the vacuum with minor disappointment.

An approaching spacecraft caught his attention and he focused on the ship. The colors and sigil seemed familiar but he couldn't quite place where he knew it from. Hmmm... Where have I seen ships like that...? The vehicle stopped before him and a gruff voice came through the trans-comm. "You have exceeded the Inter-planetary Flight Zone..." Oh yeah.. I almost forgot about that. "and are trespassing on Earth's Air Space." Earth...? "You are under orders of the Interplanetary Police to turn off your engine and cease your thrusters." Alaska's eyes widened. Shit! He hesitated in complying but slowly killed the engines and powered down the thrusters. "Now then, I'm gonna need your license and registration, along with reason for trespassing without notice." Alaska blinked idly, frozen in his seat trying to formulate a response. The hesitation made the officer uncomfortable. "Sir, I won't ask again. License, Registration, and Verification."

Alaska gulped and pressed the transponder, giving a reply. "Uhhhhhhh..."

The officer impatiently cut him off. "Speak up son."

Alaska fumbled over his words, not able to coherently speak a sentence and shut off his end of the communication. He panicked trying to think of how to handle the situation.

Glare, Zach and Ryan walked into the front slowly. The black wolf heading to the seat to sit down Zach while Ryan went straight for Derek. The rhino snatched Derek by his collar and raised him into a kneel before connecting a hard fist to his cheek and dropping him. The injured wolf turned with the punch and spat out blood, eyes trailing back to him without a word. He smirked and kept his composure. Glare walked over towards the bleeding Rocko and patched him up so he at least wouldn't pass out from blood loss.

Alaska spun on his heels, stammering to get glare and ryan's attention. "Uh, Gl-glare... Ryan... I uhh there's an.. I need.. help.."

Glare turned catching the last part of Alaska's incoherency. "You what Alaska?"

The dragon pointed to the patrol ship outside. "There's a bit of a situation I don't know how to handle." Her ears folded back.

"What did you do?! I thought you could fly this thing!"

For a brief moment Alaska was astonished and in a degree of disbelief that Glare gave him some credit and trusted in his abilities, though the feeling didn't last long due to what immediately came out of his mouth. "Well, I'd fly better if me and my friends lives weren't endangered, and I didn't have to try to explain that I don't have a license or registration to fly this to the Interplanetary Police!"

Glare turned to Ryan. "Sir, how should we go about handling the situation?"

"I'll handle the talking. Alaska, you've done enough, take a seat."

The dragon wanted to retort, after quickly thinking it over he found it better that the pressure was off of him and sat in a passenger seat.

The ship jerked forward suddenly, everyone wondering what just happened. They looked out to see that the officer had used his tractor pulse beam to tow them to the Earth. All six aboard the spacecraft were preparing themselves for whatever would be thrown their way.

Upon descending Earth's Atmosphere, they took notice of the striking similarities to Luna with the exception of the higher moisture content. As they neared the Lithosphere, the officer escorting them to the precinct identified himself as Steve and informed them they should be making their return to their homeworld as soon as they finished processing their information and was cleared.

After landing in a private hanger and taken into the precinct, Ryan spoke with the chief, handing over necessary documentation and paperwork for everyone as well as informing them of his position as a General of the Military of Luna. Each of the six were screened, had their photos taken and were told they could explore the city while they were being cleared. With the check in squared away, the Luna natives were given debit cards, each allocated with $5000 for them to make purchases during their temporary stay.

Steve met with them again, wishing their stay peaceful. "Hey, you guys be careful out there and hope you enjoy yourselves. There's some shady characters out there and I'd hate to hear that something happened to you." That said and done, the group hit the streets of Seattle, Washington, taking in the sights and made their way through the city.

The city seemed to have a lot to offer, none of them knowing quite where to begin with all the buildings around. Their noses picked up on a distinct smell that reminded them of the last they ate. They followed the odor to a decent sized establishment adorned with two golden arches making an "M" and the following letters behind spelling out McDonald's.

General Ryan looked inside to see an estimated 30-50 people waiting inside. He pulled opened the glass door and lead the six inside. It didn't take long for the customers to clear out in a panic, many leaving their food behind and taking off without ordering. Shrugging off the reactions Ryan, Glare, and Derek walked up to the cashier who was trying to hide behind the register. "Uh.. Wha do you... er- H-how can I help... you folks today..?" He barely managed to get out.

Ryan loomed over the counter. "Tell me, what are in these 'Big Macs' you have?"

The employee blinked. "Uhh.. Ground beef, shredded lettuce, tomatoes and secret sauce between three buns..."

Ryan's face shriveled in disgust. "Gross. We're taking 6 orders of medium Fillet-O-Fish meals." He demanded.

The employee quickly nodded and punched in the keys for the order. "Alright.. That brings your total to.... Forty three dollars, twenty six cents." He hesitated for a moment. "...um are you paying with c-cash.. or card...?"

The rhino took out the debit card he was issued and swiped it, bringing his budget down to $4956.74. The cashier handed him the receipt. The six took seats at 3 now-empty tables waiting for their food to come out. There was an awkward silence filling the restaurant, neither the human employees nor the Lunarians made conversation. Some odd ten minutes or so passed before they were called and received their food. Going back to their seats they sat down and ate.