"Here we are," Tattoo mumbled quietly, easing the van to a stop. Opening up a side door, Snowball and Ozone gazed in dead silence at the factory plant that stood before them. A light rain began to fall from the dark skies above. "Mason, you're mine," Snowball muttered under his breath, his paws balling into tight fists. The white rabbit wore a heat resistant suit underneath his regular clothes. Ozone, meanwhile, had on a jet black sweater and pants. The cat clutched a long knife in his paws and he had two pistols strapped to a belt.

The pair hopped out of the van and started towards the factory plant when Tattoo rolled down his window and informed Snowball, "I'm calling Plato in case of an emergency!" Rolling his eyes, Snowball didn't turn around as he grumbled, "I got this under control." Without another word, he and Ozone ran to the factory plant, the rain coming down a little bit more heavy...