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Silence and darkness was all that covered Deadeye's room as he slept. Normally he was up, at 6 a.m., but this time he decided to sleep in. He normally would be in the gym working out, keeping sharp with his acrobatic abilities. His peace though would be shattered by the ringing of the phone on his nightstand. The fox groaned loudly and sat up, staring at the phone with a look of annoyance.

"The one time I sleep in..." he growled to himself. He finally picked up the phone and sighed heavily. "Yeah?"

"Heya Fox!" came a familiar upbeat voice on the other side of the phone.

"What is it Prozac?"

"I got your suit ready," he replied. "Meet me down in the locker room in the sub basement and I'll give you a rundown of the features.

"Great..." he replied as he hung up.

A long yawn escaped the foxes maw as he gave a light stretch before stepping out of bed. The floor was really cold as stood. He was extremely glad to have the warm fur coat on. He had only slept in a pair of boxers last night, so he went into a dresser drawer to find a plain white undershirt to wear. As he slipped the shirt on over his head, he decided not to wear anything else as most people would be asleep by now.

He made his way downstairs towards the elevator to the sub basement when he noticed the flicker of the television coming from the living room. That threw him off as he barely noticed anyone was awake this early in the mourning. When he went to investigate, he sees Lassie, the border collie they had rescued the night before. She was still in her hooded shirt and jeans that she wore the night before. She was curled up on the couch and watching Casablanca on the television, reciting every word quietly to herself as she watched.

"Didn't fancy you as an early bird." The fox said, breaking her concentration.

She looked up and gave the fox a weak smile, "Yeah... I grew up on a farm, so I'm used to waking up early. Since I don't have any work to do around here, I guess I'll just catch up on my hobby, watching classic movies."

"I never had time for movies," he replied as he came up behind her.

She shifted so she was kneeling on the couch, looking eye to eye. "Perhaps sometime I can get you to sit down and watch some of them sometime..."

"Maybe, depends on how much time I have now that I've been named second in command."

"Understandable," she replied. Without warning, the girl gently placed a kiss on the fox's cheek, throwing him off a bit.

"I... What..."

"I don't mean anything by it, I'm not into men,"she finally said, noticing his fluster. "That was a 'thank you' for rescuing me yesterday."

The fox nodded, "That's fine, just warn me next time alright?"

"Right," she replied. "What's you're story? Gay? Straight? unsure?"

The fox didn't say anything for a while. She could see the sudden pain in his eyes from the demons of his past rising up. "Complicated..."

He didn't wait for a reply and continued back down the hallway, causing Lassie to give a look of concern. She watched him as he disappeared around the corner. She didn't pursue him. She recognized pain in one's eyes. She knew her own staring at that dirty mirror they provided at the cell in GeneCorp Florida. She sighed softly as she turned back to her movie at the very moment of that famous line.

and she recited... "I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life..."

It took him a Deadeye a moment to get to the sub basement. The basement was quite large so it would take him a while before he found the locker room. It was filled with lockers, many of them still unused, perhaps to add more members later on. He looked at the engraved names the the top of each locker, finally stopping at his name. He stared at the black leather uniform for a while. On the left side of the upper chest was the insignia of a golden fox. His paw gently ran over the dyed emblem in the suit. This was his first official uniform he ever earned, that he ever owned. Even during his time with Spetznaz he never saw any true combat. Not since the fall of the Soviet Union in the early nineties. He gave a slight smile to as he took down the uniform for a closer look.

"Black Leather suits you..." came a woman's voice from the front door of the room.

Deadeye swung his head to notice Frostbite, fully garbed in her own outfit, complete with that ice blue feline insignia on her chest. She gave a smirk as she sauntered into the room beside the fox.

"You into that kind of stuff?" she asked

"No," the fox replied abruptly, as if she struck a nerve.

"I'm just teasing you, fox..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's fine. I'm sure you'll talk about what's eating you sometime."

"AH! you found it!" came another familiar voice. They both turned to see Professor Prozac, that witty little cartoonish raccoon hurriedly came in. He stops infront of the fox with a wide grin on his face and his hands behind his back. "Go ahead... put it on!"

Deadeye simply nodded and unzipped the suit in the front. He was quick to put both legs into leggings of the suit. After slipping on the sleeves, he quickly zipped the suit back up. After finally getting the suit on, he looked back to the locker to see a pair of combat boots and a pair of tactical gloves. After putting the full outfit on, he noticed strange little slots that formed a sort of X shape over his chest.

"The hell are these for?" he asked.

"Glad you noticed!" the raccoon said as he finally shows what was behind his back. He reveals a special carrying case, similar to those used in care packages, only smaller. "Go ahead! Open it!"

The fox takes the box and gently puts it onto the closest bench. He opens it to reveal the gun that Professor Prozac had developed was inside, but also what looked like only the hilt of a knife on one side of the case, the other side had a plethora of blades used primarily for ballistic knives. He immediately began sliding the blades into each of the slots on his uniform, figuring it's a built in bandolier for the blades.

"HAPPY FUCKING EARLY CHRISTMAS!!!" screamed the racoon with bits of confetti flying everywhere. "You're really quick to catch on to shit fox!"

"That's all nice and well, but what the hell is that?" asked the snow leopard, pointing to the hilt.

After the fox had filled every one of his blades had a place except for one. The fox realized what it was for and quickly pulled out the blade and the hilt. He carefully slides the blade into the hilt, setting it in place with a rather loud click.

"Ballistic knife, standard issue for Spetsnaz soldiers. You've done your homework Prozac."

"I try..." he said with a little red around his cheeks showing through his fur. "I did redesign it to be used along with your gun, incase you use that style tactic."

"That's the way I was trained," he replied.

"I also modified the hip of your uniform to have a built in holster, it's designed so it will not slide in unless the safety is on on the gun,"

"Thought of everything didn't you?"

"Well I couldn't find a way to make the gun into a miniature nuclear launcher, or to be able to shoot lasers..." The two looked at the racoon for a moment with confused looks. "OH COME ON! you know that'd be awesome!" he finally said after a long awkward pause. "But I did happen to give you glaser rounds though."

"glaser r ounds?" the fox repeated. "You have those?!"

"Yup! Warmonger uses them too."

"Umm, 'scuse me," Frostbite interrupted. "What the hell are glaser rounds?"

The fox looked up to the snow leopard, "They're designed to wreak havoc on the body, but lessens collateral damage as far as additional casualties. They hit a human, they're gonna have a bad day, but if they hit a wall, the glaser sticks into the surface to prevent further damage."

"That sounds useful," she said with a smirk on her face

"They are. They're perfect for assassination attempts with singular targets."

"Singular target huh? that's ironic," she replied. She turned and began walking out of the room. "Because, you're going to have a singular target in a minute to test your fighting capabilities."

The foxes head tilted in confusion. "And who might that be?"

The snow leopard turned and gave the fox a smirk, "Me..."