Sweetie's jet touches down in the heart of Foggy Bottom, its engines purring softly before falling silent. The dense fog wraps around the landing site like a shroud, muffling the world in eerie stillness. Chase steps out first, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. His fur bristles with a mix of tension and exhaustion, while Sweetie follows gracefully, her fur almost glowing in the dim light.

"Darling, this isn't exactly the most charming getaway spot," Sweetie quips, flicking her tail as she steps onto the damp ground.

"It's not about charm, Sweetie," Chase replies gruffly, his voice low. "It's about being somewhere they can't find us. Ryder knows my moves too well, and this... this is off the grid."

Sweetie rolls her eyes. "Oh, how mysterious," she teases, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You dragged me into this mess, darling. Don't forget that."

Chase ignores her, his attention briefly darting back to the jet. Inside, Skye lays slumped against a seat, her small frame motionless, save for the soft rise and fall of her chest. Sweetie catches his gaze and smirks knowingly.

"Still obsessed, I see," she drawls, brushing past him. "Darling, you might want to rethink your approach. It's not exactly endearing."

Chase's ears flatten slightly, but he doesn't respond. Instead, he turns his back to Sweetie and begins pacing, his thoughts a whirlwind.

Inside the jet, Skye stirrs. Her head throbs, and her vision blurs as she slowly comes to. At first, she doesn't recognize her surroundings, the sterile interior of Sweetie's jet alien and unwelcoming. Then, like a wave crashing over her, the memories hit, Rocky's bloodied form, Chase's snarls, the betrayal.

Her heart races as she bolts upright, her wide eyes darting around until they land on the figure standing outside.

"Chase," she whispers, her voice trembling. But as the realization solidifies, her shock turns to anger. She manages to stumble out of the jet, her paws unsteady but driven by fury.

"CHASE!" she screams, her voice cutting through the fog like a blade.

Chase freezes mid-step and turns to face her. His eyes widen slightly at the raw emotion in her voice. "Skye, I-"

"Don't you dare," she snarls, advancing on him. "Don't you dare act like you didn't know exactly what you were doing! How could you? How could you hurt Rocky like that? He's your friend! We're all supposed to be friends! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

Chase flinches but tries to defend himself. "I didn't mean to... I just, Skye, you don't understand how I feel!"

"Feel?" Skye spits, her voice shaking with rage. "You don't hurt people you care about, Chase! You've become... I don't even recognize you anymore!"

Sweetie, leaning lazily against the jet, lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, darling, the drama. It's like watching a soap opera, but without the snacks." She flicks a dismissive paw in Skye's direction. "If you're going to keep yelling, could you at least do it quietly? My ears are far too delicate for this."

Skye glares at her but says nothing, turning her attention back to Chase, who looks increasingly torn.

Sweetie's smirk grows as an idea crosses her mind. She saunteres closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Darling," she says, addressing Chase, "you know what you need? A little... nudge."

Chase looks at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Sweetie leans in conspiratorially, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Oh, you know... something to help her see things your way. A little potion, perhaps? You could call it love in a bottle."

Chase's ears perk up, and he steps closer, his expression earnest. "Can you really do that?"

Sweetie blinks, stunned for a moment, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, darling, YOU can't be serious! A love potion? What do you think this is, a fairy tale?" She laughs so hard her sides shook, leaving Chase looking both embarrassed and frustrated.

"Stop laughing," he growls, his tail lashing.

Sweetie wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "Oh, darling, you're too much. But really, it's adorable that you thought I'd stoop to something so... pedestrian."

Before Chase could respond, a shadow emerge from the fog. The pups turn, their fur bristling as Mayor Humdinger step into view, his purple suit slightly damp from the mist. His smug smile widened as he surveys the scene.

"Well, well," he drawls, his voice oily and theatrical. "If it isn't Adventure Bay's finest... turned fugitives. What a delightful surprise!"

Chase's stance immediately shift to one of distrust. The one he used to have when he was still on Ryder's side, "What do you want, Humdinger!?"

Humdinger raise his hands, feigning innocence. "Now, now, no need for hostility. I simply couldn't help but overhear your little predicament. You see, I've got... connections. Resources. Perhaps I could be of assistance."

Sweetie tilts her head, intrigued. "And what, darling, would you want in return?"

Humdinger's smile grows sharper, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, just a little favor. Nothing too difficult. Let's just say... you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

The fog thickens around them, the air heavy with tension as Chase exchanges a wary glance with Sweetie.

"Well, darling" Sweetie says with a sly grin, "this just got interesting."