Chapter 3: Cross and the SRKF's
Sonic decide to stay in a cheap motel near Metal Beach. The name of the motel was "Cheesy Motel", and it was one of the worst motels Sonic had seen in his entire life. The rooms were a total mess; the floor was dirty, just like the bed sheets. The bath room was infested with cockroaches with the size of a burger, there were no toilets in there, the TV was broken, and the pool looked like a toxic waste dump. But for 20 dollars a night, people didn't expect that that cheap motel had a five-star hotel treatment service.
Lying on his bed, Sonic started to think how Dr. Eggman looked like, and what car would he use.
Why do I have the feeling, that something is wrong? ... I mean, I don't know many things about my opponent, in fact, I don't even know how he looks like. And that dude, Shadow, he doesn't inspire any trust, which gives me the creeps… but I should get some sleep, because I'll have to go see the city and what kind of asphalt awaits me, and I need all of my strengths.
The night flew away, and at 6:30 am the Sun was starting to rise, letting the warm beams of light illuminate every single part of the city. In Sonic's room, his alarm clock rang up, making a terrible noise. He automatically raised his right arm and shouted off. After a while he slowly opened his eyes and head straight to the bathroom. As he washed his face, he looked to himself in the mirror, just to see once again that nothing had change in him, since the other night.
After he finished dressing his blue sweater, his red jeans and his shoes, he packed his things, paid his bill and started the engine of his car, with the intention of knowing every street of that town. The city herself hadn't waked up, but some stores were already open, most of them coffee shops, convenience stores and bakeries. Seeing a convenience store that looked alright, Sonic decided to do some shopping. Grabbing a basket, the blue hedgehog headed to the shelves where an enormous variety of cookies and salty snacks were. Once there, he started to grab a couple of items that he liked, without seeing their price. The department of drinks was the next one. He grabbed a pack of six beers, two sodas, plus a bottle of absinth, and headed to the cash-keeper. Picking up his groceries, he got back to the car, and started to eat a not very nutritious breakfast (I mean you got to admit it, drinking sodas and eating chocolate chip cookies isn't the most nutritious breakfast a person can have. But I'm sure that you already know that, and you know of course that Sonic here is more rebelling here than in the other stories, so he doesn't follow the rules by the book, at least, not entirely).
Since he was a little sleepy, he decided to lean back in his seat, and closed his eyes for a few moments. Sonic felt asleep, eventually. He slept until 10 am, when he was awakened by the noise of a car engine, but not just a regular car engine, it was the noise of a street racing car engine. It was a pink and red Mercedes SLK 270, with black tribal drawings in the hood and in the front and rear bumpers. He didn't saw who was at the wheel, so he decided to follow it. But whoever was on the wheel of that Mercedes didn't had any intentions of stop. So, the blue hedgehog tried to put his car side by side to see who was driving that mysterious car. Soon, they started a race through the streets of Tequila Party. Crashing through benches and bus stops and ripping off traffic signals, the two cars looked like two unstoppable arrows of pure destruction.
"You're not going to beat me… not today!" – Thought Sonic to himself, while he pressed the N2 button.
Gently pressing that "magical button", his BMW started to speed up from 160 to 180 miles/h in just a few seconds, giving Sonic the boost he needed to stay the front. The hedgehog was so concentrated in getting to the front of the race, that he didn't noticed that the pink and red Mercedes had disappeared, leaving no trace.
"Looks like the guy has quit… nobody can beat me!"
Unfortunately, Sonic's luck didn't last too long. When he was driving through Maverick Avenue, two Corvette's C6, one of them black and the other a green and purple one, appeared out of nowhere and blocked his way, making him stop instantly.
Hey, what's the big idea?! Don't you have eyes?! –yelled the blue hedgehog to both drivers.
The front doors of both cars opened, and their occupants got out. From the black Corvette a man of dark skin and a white woman appeared. Both of them were dressed like US Marshals. From the other car, a crocodile, a chameleon and a bee got out. The crocodile was dressed a pair of dark green shorts, and was wearing chain necklace, very similar to the ones that Hip Hop dancers had, and a pair of sunglasses. The chameleon was wearing a Japanese white shirt (in case you don't know, Japanese shirts are the ones most of the Street Fighters wear) and a pair of jeans. In his left hand he had a wonderful black shuriken that he made bounce into the air, then catching her again. The bee was wearing a pilot jacket and a pair of aviator goggles. They looked quite suspicious, because if they were cops, they didn't look like cops, but like circus clowns.
Nice car, I really like it. Where did you got it? –asked the black guy.
It's confidential, and it's not of your business, buddy! –said Sonic with a sour voice.
Well, I think it's my business, buster… Sergeant William Cross, South View City Police. And these behind me are Sergeant Monica Marvin and the special G.U.N. agents, the Chaotix… Vector the crocodile, Espio the chameleon and Charmy-bee. And you my friend, you're under arrest.
On what charge? –Sonic asked
Let me see, destruction of private and state property, for insulting an officer of law, and because you are a street racer.
What proofs do you have that I'm a street racer and that I destroyed any kind of property?
For starters, you car is all scratched in the bumpers, and the cameras of G.U.N. that are around the entire city have picked up you and a friend of yours racing through Tequila Party, trashing everything. And if you have doubts of what I'm saying, I can show you the tape with the recording.
That's not necessary… so, what are you going to do me?
I'll tell you what were going to do to you. Were going to put you behind bars for a long, long time, and were going to tear your car apart, piece by piece and were going to sell the pieces to the person who offers more money for them, and I'm sure that under that hood there are many fancy pieces for a car engine.
All of a sudden, the police radio starts to be heard. Sergeant Monica went to see what was going on. Ten seconds later she said:
Sir, we got to go!
I'm busy right now. Can't that wait?
I'm afraid no, sir. There has been spotted a street racer on Highway 99. The patrol that saw him says that he is Black the hedgehog a.k.a. "The Baron", number 5 on the "Robot List".
Very well, Chaotix, you'll go as backup, to help the patrols catching that guy. I and Sgt. Marvin will catch up with you in a while; I want to give our friend here a couple of informations.
Yes, sir, we're on our way, sir.
As the Chaotix left, Cross got closer to Sonic. His face was now darker and sinister, but his smile maintained his sarcasm.
As for you, my dear new friend, you better watch your back, because I'm going to tell you a little secret that almost every street racer in this town knows… I don't like you and I certainly don't like what you do in my streets. Don't let me catch you around here doing races because if I catch you, you'll be sorry for the rest of your pathetic and miserable life, dude… I can put you behind bars with a snap of my fingers. And if I or my SRKF's catch you doing something illegal, you'll regret it for a very long time.
What's a SRKF? –asked Sonic.
Street Racing Killer Force, buster. We're your worst nightmare. And to prove to you that I'm not joking with you, let me give you a gift of appreciation.
Cross took his car keys from his right pocket, and started to scratch the car painting. The noise of that action reminded the noise made when metal is ripped off like if it was a piece of paper. Once he finished he cleaned the key with a scarf he had with him.
Remember, blue hedgehog, street racing is illegal in this town, and if I catch you racing, you're dead meat, just remember that.
When Cross left, Sonic decided to stay in the middle of the avenue, without caring if people who passed there horned at him.
Very well, if that guy wants a war, he will have one. Once I become the new champion of this city, I'll make sure that that bastard goes straight to Hell for what he did to my car. –he thought to himself while he opened the bottle of absinth and drank a gulp of it.