Sonic the Hedgehog story of a mercenary
Blade walked through the crowded streets of the city. The honking horns of cars the pit patter of people's feet. Oh how he hated the city it was always way to noisy his only true sanctuary was when he decided to take a trip on the rooftops. A car screeched by nailing a puddle on the side of the street causing water to splash on Blade. He shook his arms in a futile attempt to get the water off; he already felt the liquid soaking through his gray hoodie and sinking in his fur.
"Thanks a lot asshole!" He screamed after the car as it screeched off.
He turned his head to see a concerned middle aged woman with her hands placed over her child's ears. He snarled at the two.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
The woman turned around and walked off mumbling something to herself. He probably shouldn't have acted like that, but he didn't really care just something about the city ticked him off. You see he was wandering through this hellhole looking for a man who had contacted him for a job. He was practically a mercenary, or that's what he called himself anyways. He threw up his hood over his red hair and continued walking down the street. He turned into the garage where he was supposed to meet this guy. He looked to the right and saw a shady man leaning in the corner waving to him.
Blade walked up to the man. "You the guy I'm supposed to meet?" Blade asked
"Why indeed I am, but let us be formal my name is Milo Burrick. And your name is?"
"Blade, Blade the Wolf. But enough about me what's this job you want me to do?"
"Ah yes straight to the point that's what I like about you mercenaries. As you know I'm having a little bit of trouble with the local GUN."
"And, what do you want me to do about it."
"Well I used to be a former employee of theirs, unfortunately I learned a little too much and they chased me off before I could finish my last uh…project you could call it. I need you to get in their and get back my research files."
"So you want me to break into a million dollar military organization and steal back some research files for your "project" while there is still a pretty big chance I'll never leave alive."
"Precisely"
"Just checking" Blade walked off his sights set on the GUN headquarters.
"Good luck mercenary." Milo said after him.