Sand Storm
A single cloud of dust arose in the distance as the soft squeal of propulsion systems grew ever louder. Suddenly the dust stopped rising and as it settled a lone figure appeared. He removed the goggles from his head and kicked his wheel less board into the air with his left foot. Once he caught it he locked down to the bracelet on his wrist and pressed a button. A voice was then projected from the speakers in the wristband.
"This is base what is your reason for contact."
"Cut the act Storm," the rider responded agitated, "Just put Wave on."
"Got it Boss," Strom then said and the line went silent for several seconds, soon a new voice began to speak from the bracelet.
"This better be important Jet, I was in the middle of some important work. Why did you try to contact me?"
"Oh, well, I wanted to check in see how your life is going. And maybe you could… TELL ME WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE GOING."
"Fine you little brat. The satellites indicate you are 10 kilometers from the target baring northwest at 15 degrees."
"SPEAK ENGLISH WAVE"
"I'm downloading the information into your communicator now."
"Good I just got it. The idol will be ours within a matter of a few hours."
"Just be careful, this area of the desert is known for sandstorms."
Wave didn't get a chance to finish as Jet cut off the communicator and began riding towards the ruins.
Little did the green hawk know that someone else was moving towards the ruins at the same time he was, from the opposite the direction of course. The only difference was that he was closer.
"Hehe, those ruins are in sight right, soon of its treasures will belong to me, the world's greatest treasure hunter." He finished surveying the land tightened his hat, secured his belt, and curled his tail up and bounced through the opening at the top of the ruins. This figure was none other than Nack the Weasel.
He was lucky to get inside when he did because as soon as the ancient door was tripped and slammed behind him, a huge sandstorm hit. Jet however, was unfortunate enough to be only minutes away from the ruins before the storm hit.
'Blasted Wave she should have told me' he thought as the sand tornado carried him off. Spying a small hole in the side of the ruin he aimed his air board, the Type-J, towards the crack and activated it booster, causing him to crash land inside, and take out a few pieces of pottery in the process.
'Stupid vases, the idol's all I care about.'
He gathered up his equipment and began walking towards the inner sanctum of the ancient site.