Chapter 3

Sonic is riding around Mobius trying to figure out why the Renegades rode past the others and took him out. He keeps riding around when he finally realizes why. 'They want me gone!' He turns around and heads back to Tails' workshop.

Meanwhile, Tails is doing some upgrades on all of his inventions when he gets an eerie feeling. He twists his head to the open garage door. What he sees surprises him to the point where he drops his wrench. The wrench falls to the ground and a loud clang can be heard. Tails is looking at a figure…a lone figure wearing a light blue mask and a light blue cape. But the creepy thing was that his breath could be seen flowing out of the mask.

Tails smiles awkwardly at the rider. "Um…hello, heh."

The figure looks up at Tails. "Eee tat nu olk taj nar eef. Det hayt nolt ahg toredna."

Tails raises one of his eyebrows, not sure what the rider said. "Uh…ok then."

The rider walks over to him and picks up the wrench and hands it to Tails. "Aysh neef doroth."

Tails slowly extends his arm and quickly grabs the wrench away from the rider. "T-Thank y-you."

The rider nods his head. "Dayth noroth."

As the rider is turning around, Tails sees that the communicator on the side of the mask has frozen over and has stopped working. Tails grabs the rider's arm and pulls him over towards his workbench. The rider decides to go along with it and let's himself be pulled over to the workbench. Tails starts digging around the drawers and finds a screwdriver. He grabs the mask on the rider and slowly pulls it off. As the mask is removed, Tails sees that the Assyrians are not what the legend said they were. The legend says that they are birds. What Tails could see from this Assyrian, they had no connection to the Babylonians.

Tails looks at the rider and starts to walk backwards. "You're…you're…you're a…a…you're like me!"

The rider smiles weakly at Tails. "Ish noeth daroeth. Dahleek ishno karnen."

Tails shrugs his shoulder and starts to work on the communicator. After a couple of hours, he finally manages to remove the ice and replaces all the components before handing the communicator back to the Assyrian. The Assyrian puts his mask back on and hooks up the communicator again.

He looks up at Tails again. "Thank you. Perhaps we'll meet again. And just so you know, we…we are experienced riders with the…how do you say…extreme gear."

Tails starts to laugh. "I can't believe…you just said extreme gear! What do you…Assyrians call it?"

"We call it Aeshnoeth dornat."

"What does that mean?"

"It means 'Gear that hurts'."

"Oh. Well, maybe we'll see each other in the Grand Prix."

"Maybe. Well noeth korun orange fox."

Tails watches as the Assyrian rides off into the distance. He goes back to upgrading all of his equipment.

In the warehouse that has become the staging area of the Assyrians, Neil and all the Assyrians are having a huge debate.

Neil growls loudly. "Everyone, stop fighting!"

The leader of the Enforcers growls at Neil. "How 'bout you shut the fuck up! Eet tuth fasoth delor!"

"How dare you speak to me like that?! I should rip you apart!"

The fighting and the bickering continue until an Enforcer walks into the warehouse. The Enforcer sees all the fighting and bickering and shouts at the top of his lungs, "QUIET!"

Everyone stops what they're doing and they turn to see the Enforcer standing in the room.

The Enforcer takes off his mask and smiles. "I have wandered around the city and I met an orange fox. He told me about the Grand Prix. Why can't we prove to the other racers that we are the best? And I also learned that we can take over by winning the Grand Prix. All we have to do is make a bet."

Neil thinks about it for a moment and nods his head. "Very well. We shall all join the Grand Prix and win. And when that's done, we shall take over this planet."

The Assyrians start to cheer for they believe that Neil will lead the way to what they believe is their Ascension.