Redhawk Caldera my boot-scootin' baby.

"Well..." Fox trailed off. That was exactly what she had intended to do. Instant gratification was more Fox's style, and thinking outside the box was definitely not. "So which one do we try first?" she asked, since Finley seemed dead-determined to get that beehive from way up high. Fox still wasn't sure that it was possible (realist that she was), and Finley was obviously the brains in this situation. The Redleaf had never been particularly bright, after all.

"Wait a second," Fox said, pushing herself in front of Finley. "Do you actually think that any of those plans will work?" Her face was warped into a silly grin, sure that either answer would be amusing enough. Finley never ceased to humor her, and it was a large part of the reason the two ladies got along so well.