And We've come to the end…NOT!

Just kidding I do plan to write a third book and have begun work on the first chapter. I any case Here's the epilogue for Starfox Evil Book II.

Enjoy. And Please review-Undead Fox

Starfox Evil

Book II

Epilogue: Burn the Rulebook

Peppy stood looking out at the dark planet. Six highly decorated marines sat behind him. He looked over his hsoulder at them, then glanced at the door. Behind which he knew that two specialists waited.

"Gentlemen. I am well aware that it has been difficult these last three weeks, traveling here without the warp gates is not easy, or practical…but it was necessary for this mission."

Stepping down from the podium and opening up a small satchel on his side he pulled out three pairs of data chips, "These are three very important members of our military structure who never made it off the surface. These two Generals were the assistant director and director of our clandestine operations. Obviously those missions have been over since the Aparoid incident, but there are still those out there who might wish to seek out these agents for revenge. And this Lieutenant Colonel managed to contact us three days ago. He was the head of our military R&D. If the knowledge in his head were to fall into the wrong hands… Well."

He handed each pair to a pair of soldiers, "You shall be split into three teams, each team will be hot dropped to the last known location of each target. Unfortunately you'll have to find your way from there. And you'll only have forty-eight hours. If you can't find them by then, then presume they're dead and fall back to your designated extraction points. At forty-eight hours and one minute if you aren't there, then the pilots have orders directly from me to leave your tails behind. Am I clear?"

Six voices said in unison, "Sir Yes Sir!"

Peppy nodded, "Good. Report to the armory and get your gear."

The six soldiers quickly filed out, and as the last one cleared the doorway Peppy waved in the others.

"Mr. Connor. Mr. Trident. Did you listen in over the intercom?"

Will nodded and leaned against the wall, "Yes we did. And Given that information…why call us? It's not like Starfox has the clearence to go to the surface for anyone."

Peppy gave the scarred mouse an odd look, muttering, "Not officially anyway", then he pressed the close button on the control pad. He then deactivated the intercom, "But this mission will not be an official mission."

He sighed and sat down in one of the chairs, groaning as his knees ached with the movement, "I need you to go down there and bring Fox back."

This caused Will's remaining ear to perk up and he uncrossed his arms from the front of his clean and pressed Starfox uniform, "Sir. Are you sure of what you're asking?"

Peppy snapped, "I'm damn sure! Before he died I made James a promise. To watch over and protect Fox as best I could. And I don't think I'll be honoring his memory if I leave Fox to die with the rest", he covered his eyes and sighed the rest, "And I couldn't live with myself, letting Emily and Falco grow up without their father, just like Fox had to."

Will looked over at his ferret companion and saw him nod. Then he stood in front of Peppy's sad form and stuck out his hand, "We'll take the job."

Peppy didn't quite smile, but his face gained a little hope as he stood to shake the offered hand, "Thank you Will. I owe you so much."

The mouse shook his head, "Don't worry about it Peppy. Fox has saved my life on several occasions. I owe him at least this much", he paused then said, "So do we have the same parameters as the official team?"

Peppy shook his head, "Not quite. Officially you'll be down there to recover this man", he handed Will a single data chip, "Doctor Alan Freeman. Best neurosurgeon on the planet. He was on the Emperor's advisory staff during the initial outbreak", he wiped his face before continuing, "He died when the Emergency command building was overrun. Of course, thanks to a little tampering by Red and Diana, he contacted us a week ago, requesting pickup near the Spindal salt mines."

Will let out a soft chuckle, "And wouldn't you know it, the good doctor has fallen victem to the virus…but look who else we found!"

Now Peppy did smile, "You've got it."

Will's brow furrowed and he said, "You do realize that if this somehow get's found out, it'll mean your office, the Emperor will not be able to back you. He'll say you acted without authorization and…"

"I am."

That kind of stunned both mercenaries, that is until The aging hare explained, "Boys this office, this uniform means extremely little to me. I accepted the post because I knew that the emperor needed to keep an eye on me because of the T-virus work I had done. Oh it wasn't his choice, but his advisors voted in no confidance of him, so here I am. David decided to not make it a complete insult by putting some clout behind it, but still. If I get caught, then I get caught. Oh well. Now go get your gear. And load for bear…intel shows extensive mutations in some cases."

Will nodded and turned to his fellow mercenary and say, "C'mon Gunner. Let's go save the boss…"

End Book II

And now…a brief preview of Starfox Evil Book III!

Cornaria. Fourth Planet of the Lylat System. Home to the empire's capitol city…or at least it used to be. Now the one glorious crown jewel of the Lylatian Empire sits dark, and dead killed by a madman with his dying breath. Now massive hordes of the undead roam the surface, hunting down any survivors who've been left behind.

Spindal City. Population five thousand forty two.

Spinal Salt Mine. Once the largest producer of raw salt on the planet…third in the Empire.

Two soldiers stand on the edge of the mining pit, watching the undead mill about at the bottom. Behind them were a small group of survivors. One of the soldiers turned his armored head and said, "So any idead on how we're getting in there without getting torn to shreds?"

The other shook his head, "Not a one Will."

The first glanced at the cronometer in the corner of his HUD, "Well we've got thirty-six hours to come up with an idea."

It was then they heard the telltale screech of one of the mutated zombies, and as it came bursting out of the brush one of the survivors yelled, "SMOKER!"