• Foxy unpacked the boxes from the large yellow bus made for transporting people from the parking lot outside of False Cape to their camp sight. She had a little help from the bus driver, a tall brown wolf, but most of all she moved quicker than him and carried most of them. She brushed a few spider webs from her brown skin and thanked the driver quickly before he drove away.
    False Cape, Virginia was a wildlife reservation where there used to be a colony. After a few years they just up and left; leaving their cars, animals and houses behind. There were the old remains of old rotting cars, a whole herd of wild horses, and a few wild pigs.
    She looked at the cabin; the old research place was used for camping field trips for teenagers. It had several bunk beds, four rooms, one and a half bathrooms and an outside shower.
    Foxy put her things in one of the small rooms. She filled the wardrobe and put several boxes under her bed, shoving them to the far corner. She looked around the cabin, finding it needed a good cleaning. She took a broom and started. After about thirty minutes, the top floor was done and she was brushing the stairs down when she remembered why she was there.
    Foxy was a spy, a young, teenage, spy whose only flaw was she was a peace loving heroin who could care less about the fighting but loved guns. At the very moment she remembered she had five guns on her. She would randomly pull one out at a time and then hide them in a completely different place. But for the next few weeks, she was on vacation; as ordered by HQ in the middle of a mission.
    She threw open the upstairs windows and then the sliding glass doors downstairs. She swept a pile of sand out the door and looked out over the lake. The waters were calm and murky. After she washed the kitchen, packed the fridge, and cleaned the bathroom, she pulled on a small mini skirt bathing suit and ran to the dock, sitting on it and swirling her toes in the waters. Small fish swam away from the ripples she created.
    After a few minutes she began thinking about the four boys who were going to join her at the reserve. They had all helped her years before, and once three of them were her roommates. She smiled, thinking of her childhood friend, Codi; the wolf-dog. His skin was pale and his ears were black and grey. He was strong and muscular, but not to the extent to where he looked like he was on steroids. Serup was tabby cat with patches of brown, black and white all over his ears and hair. And lastly was Waffil, a jumpy squirrel who was well reserved and trained in hand to hand combat.
    Shawn was her ‘owner’, as he called himself. He was the one who put her on missions. He was a spy with her parents before, when she was about twelve but then took a desk job.
    Her concentration was broken by a mute ‘snap’. She sat on the dock, not looking back until the presence was directly behind her. That’s when she pulled out a pistol and turned around quickly.
    “Whoa,” Shawn said quickly. “It’s me, Foxy.”
    “Shawn-i-qua!” Foxy shouted, jumping up happily. She hugged him tightly, pistol still in her hand. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d come! You never replied to my email!”
    “I told you, my name is Shawn,” the tan cat hissed. “And put the pistol away. The bus driver is right around the corner. I didn’t actually know it was you, Foxy, until Waffil called me. What are you doing renting a cabin in the middle of a wildlife reserve, anyway? I thought you were on a mission.”
    “Was,” she corrected. “HQ pulled me out. They sent some adult to take my place. They said ‘it was too dangerous for me.’ Do they know who they’re talking to? I’m Foxy Jones! Daughter of Patricia and David Jones; the best international spies in the galaxy! What makes them think I can’t stop an angry cult of men and women when I stopped that nuclear war two years ago? Can we say ‘Happy Birthday, Foxy, now go stop a Nazi from blowing up the world?’ I mean-”
    Shawn wasn’t listening. His eyes had fallen to her body. He hadn’t seen her sense she was sixteen and now she was nineteen. Her body was more womanly. She had curves he never say, firmness in places he never knew would be so solid and was just plain cute. With every sudden jerk of her body she would jiggle and with every breath she seemed to push her chest out more. Her brown skin gleamed in the sunlight in a weird heavenly shine.
    “Hello,” Foxy said loudly, “Shawn, I know boobs are fun and all but my face is up here.”
    “Oh,” Shawn said, looking up quickly. “S-sorry. You’ve grown sense I last saw you, Foxy. Are you wearing contacts?”
    “Yeah,” Foxy said quickly. “I think people would freak out if they saw I had red eyes. Why don’t you go get settled. I’ll be down at the beach. I should be back before the boys get here. If I’m not, tell them not to burn down the house.”
    “Wait,” Shawn said quickly. Foxy looked back, ears perked. “Why did HQ take you off the mission?”
    “I don’t know,” she shrugged, skin catching the light again. “They just said ‘go on a vacation and relax’. So that’s what I’m going to do.”
    Shawn was puzzled, but he shrugged the look off. “Well, go have you’re little fun. I’m going to find the real reason they sent you back.”
    Foxy smiled. She turned back to the road and walked away, leaving the Shawn to do his research.

    Foxy walked in the wet sand, feeling the wind whip her hair around like a tornado. The waves of the wild, relentless sea washed over her feet, wiping away her footprints like it was cleaning a dry erase board. She looked as far as her eyes would let her to see, what a wilderness scout had told her, was a ship wreck. There was one way out and another buried in years of sand.
    Down the stretch, miles away, was the border of Virginia where it met North Carolina.
    Foxy ran up and down the beach, picking up shells and chasing ghost crabs. She found a horse shoe crab scuttling across the sand. She saw a few wild horses trotting down the path and looked in the direction they had come from. The stopped, her heart gave a faint, but painful beat.
    She remembered the faces of the people involved in her last mission, most black cats and dogs. She started walking backwards, careful to keep a close eye on their movements. When she turned the corner, making sure she was out of their sight, she sprinted, leaving the beach far behind her.
    ‘Why are they here?’ her mind shrieked. ‘Why hasn’t HQ told me they were here when I told them I was coming? What’s going on?’
    She turned onto the main road to the cabin. Parked outside was the large bus. Codi stood outside, tail waving slowly behind him. He looked tired and stressed. There were new scars on his arm.
    Foxy snuck up to the bus slowly. She pressed her back to the metal and waited for him to come back out.
    “RANDOM NINJA ATTACK!” she shouted, tackling him. He threw his arms up, catching her as she jumped in mid-air. She clung to his shoulders and forced him down. “Who’s your favorite ninja?”
    “Foxy?” Codi whispered. “Is-is that really you?”
    “I know it’s been three years, but come on,” Foxy said, rolling her eyes. “I haven’t changed that much. I’m still your number one ninja, right?”
    “Always,” Codi smiled.
    “Holy mother of god,” Serup and Waffil ran out of the house as Foxy stood and brushed herself off. “F-Foxy? Wow, you’ve grown!”
    The fox rolled her eyes. Codi stood quickly. “Hey, was the beach alright? I really want to go there before nightfall.”
    Foxy looked at him in shock. “Uh, it was alright. We can go there later. There are a few wild horses wondering around and the scout told me to be careful about them.”
    Codi looked at her. “Are you alright? You look a little pale.”
    Foxy shook her head. “No, I’m fine! How about this unpacking? Do you guys need any help?”