My name is Wave the Swallow. I'm 18 years old and I'm the present mechanic for the Babylon Rogues. I was born with a wrench in my hand and I made my first extreme gear when I was only 5 years old.

Most importantly, I'm the brains of this team. There's just me, Storm, and my leader, Jet.

Put it this way: I've got more brains than Jet and Storm combined. Just saying that should give you the idea that their not very bright.

Especially Jet.

Even for a 14-year old, that kid has the attention span of a tree! For him, words are one ear out the other unless it has something to do about racing. He never listens when it comes to something important like great leadership or responsibility.

Main point, he never listens to me or Storm. But I was able to teach him one thing when he made the biggest mistake of his life.

It all started on a Saturday night. I was doing my usual: working on our extreme gear for a big race coming up the next week. Storm was working out in the weight room, and Jet was mindlessly watching the TV.

I wasn't in the best mood that night. Jet and I got into another one of those pointless arguments again. I still wonder why I let those arguments tick me off so badly.

They're ridiculous! I'm starting to think he's doing this just because he's bored.

But it's so annoying! I mean, I've got a 14 year old talking to me like I'm his servant.

Sure I'm there to help with our extreme gear. But I am not anyone's servant!

Anyways, so we weren't talking to each other for the remainder of the night.

I finished the final touch on my gear before putting it back on the stand carefully. I smiled to myself. I always do such a wonderful job with extreme gear.

It's just too bad that I don't get appreciated enough for it.

Suddenly, I started hearing loud footsteps coming closer and closer to this room. I knew it was Storm. Nobody could run more noisily than him.

I was shocked when it wasn't Storm. Jet came bursting through the door all excited over something.

"Wave! Wave! Guess what?" he asked quickly as he skidded to a stop in front of me.

I just lifted my eye brow. I still wasn't pleased with him from earlier.

"All 7 chaos emeralds are in the museum right now! This may be our only chance to steal all of them at the same time!" he went on with an excited tone.

I continued to look at him. "Jet, do you realize that those emeralds are probably heavily guarded?"

"Well, yeah. But that's why we work as a team! With all three of us, we'll be able to grab them, no problem!" Jet pointed out with a matter-of-fact tone.

I closed my eyes and turned my back on him.

"Did you already forget our little argument earlier?" I asked him.

"No…But that's not the point." replied Jet.

"Um, it sort of is the point!" I said. "I'm not very amused by your behavior earlier. And if you think Storm and I are going to stop what we're doing just so we can help you steal the Chaos Emeralds, think again Jet."

I felt his eyes go right through me. I knew this was going to start another argument.

"Excuse me, but who made you leader?" he demanded.

"Who said I was leader? I'm only sticking up for myself for once. I'm tired of being treated like a servant around here!" I cried.

Jet was silenced for a moment.

"And I say, I'm not going with you tonight! And neither is Storm!" I declared.

Jet laughed. "Your wrong there! Storm always listens to me! I know he'll go with me, even if you aren't."

I smirked and crossed my arms. "Storm! Come in here!" I called out.

In moments, the clumsy albatross came running in. "What? What is it?" he asked quickly. He knew something was up because of the way Jet and I exchanged glares.

Jet turned to him. "Are you going to come with me to get the Chaos Emeralds?"

Storm smiled. "Sure! Sounds awesome!"

"See, Wave?" he gave a small smile, proud to prove his point. "Does this change your mind?"

"Nope! You two enjoy yourselves, I'm going to relax and stay here." I stated.

As Jet growled in frustration, Storm stepped into the picture. "Wait…Your not coming, Wave?" he asked.

I shook my head.

Storm turned nervously over to Jet. "Um, actually Boss…I'm not going if Wave isn't."

Jet went wide-eyed and his jaw dropped. "What? Why?"

"Well, you know she always helps us out if we are in a bad situation. If we get caught or something, she won't be there to think of a way to escape."

I chuckled. I was winning.

"Aw, come on Storm!" Jet begged. "We won't get caught! And if we do, I'll think of a way to get out of it!"

"Sorry Boss…You can't replace Wave."

"So your not going?"

"Sorry…but no."

Jet grasped his head feathers in complete frustration. "Okay, fine! FINE! Stay here then!" he barked at both of us. "I'll go get them myself!"

My smile faded. "You can't do that, Jet! You'll get caught for sure! You need us to pull off something this big." Now I was starting to feel worried.

"I'm the fastest thing alive! Nothing can catch me…" He grabbed his gear from the corner of my workshop. "And besides, I don't need to be in a team. I can handle it myself!"

He was actually going to pull off a robbery on his own. He slammed the door behind him and this left Storm and I alone.

I shuffled my feet and looked around.

"Want to watch TV?" I finally asked.

"Sure…"

Two hours have past since Jet left to get the chaos emeralds. It was close to midnight and both Storm and I had started to doze off when I heard Jet's office phone ring. I shook off my sleepiness and rushed down the hall to get to the phone. Storm seen this and decided to follow behind me.

I quickly picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Wave…" It was Jet on the other line.

"Jet? Where are you at? It's been 2 hours!" I exclaimed.

"Um, yeah about that…" His voice sounded scared and worried. Something was deeply wrong.

"Jet, what's wrong? Where are you?" I, too, was beginning to show that I was worried.

"I'm in Jail…"

A/N: I thought this would have been something interesting to write. Thanks for reading! The next chapter will be up soon! Review please!