(oh thanks for telling me)

"Figures," Cinder mutters, "any clue where he could have gone?"


"Moter, wings, landign gear, and the properller," Tails told him, "a test manuver gone very wrong."

"...Oh." Knux mumbled.
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Joe merely shrugged in response. "Sometimes, I swear, I think that cat's actually a ghost."

"I know the feeling," Cinder sympathized, "my husband is the same way."


"Want to help," Tails asked.
"I'll gladly pitch in," Fangs offered.
"Same," Ruby and Reaper agreed.

Rookie didn't comment on that remark.
"Anywho. We should probably start looking for him." He said instaed, getting coats off the racks.
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Knuckles inclined his head. "Got nothing else to do."

Tails quickly divides up the list and gives it to them.


"Thank you," Cinder put on a coat, "so where do you think he would go?"

Knuckles nodded once. "Heavy lifting. Do-able."
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"We could look for footprints outside?" Rookie suggested, tugging a jacket over his shoulders.

"If he's as smart as I think he is he covered his tracks,'' Cinder walks outside.

"Chemicals are do-able," Fangs smirked.
"Heavy lifting with Knuckles," Reaper spoke, "or slicing."
"Okay then here is what I need," Tails hands out the pieces of the list.
Ruby and Iris went to go see what metal they could find.

"That's fresh snow out there. Won't it at least br a bit disturbed?" Rookie asked.
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Knuckles read over the list once more and set to work.

"Probally," Cinder agrees, "even then we risk false trails, ambushes, and traps."


The Wolf Hunters and Tails work diligently at their tasks.
Reaper made a new properller, Fangs new oil for the moter.

"Hey. Leave the pitfalls and ropes and nets to me!" Rookie yipped confidently, tail waving.
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Knuckles brought in the heavier parts and spare metal.