Chapter no. 3 is completely written by jkcool... all credit goes to him!


"…our tanks will be full and we'll be ready to jump to FTL."As soon as he Max had finished his speech, a silent figure quietly exited the room. As he sped through the hallways of the MSF Frederick, the sweat slowly dripped down his face.

"Just a little farther, just a little farther…"

Looking around for an opening, he quickly glanced left and right, watching out for any signs of life. Nothing detected, and so he blew out a sigh of relief. The nervous frown quickly turned into a vicious little smile, as he continued to speed down the lower levels of the ship. As if he had been practicing this many times before, he suddenly halted and turned a sharp left, now facing a door. The door was locked, but it was no problem, he had the combination. As he punched in the numbers, a moment of hesitation entered his head. But he quickly shook it off and went inside.

As the door opened and then shut behind him, he glanced around at the forgotten communications room. In the middle of the room stood an intercom with several computer screens in front. All the screens were pitch black for they had all been long shot and were beyond repair. Time had taken its toll on this specific room, conquered by spider webs and dust. Quickly, he glanced to the floor, where he spotted a glimmer of light coming from the edge of the back left wall. Peeling back the edge of the crumpling wall paper, an odd patter of blue and silver streaks (though the color had faded), a small chip was seen. He pulled it off from the walls, blew off the dust, and placed it in his ear.

"Agent Gama 0031, status report." Blared a loud, deep voice into his head.

"It's all going according to plan. They suspect nothing." He responded back quietly, as to not invoke the attention of his fellow comrades.

"Good, good. We shall continue with the plan. I've acquired a few vessels as you are aware. They think they know who they're dealing with, but as we know, they've got a little surprise for them. Now then… the coordinates."

One more drop of sweat fell onto the floor. He then began to give the coordinates of the MSF Frederick, "… zero two four by one nine zero. But wait there's more…"

As a he explained every detail of his plan, as he put the lives of everyone on board on the line, he couldn't help but wonder if he really was doing the right thing.

"… and thereby masking themselves, where they will have a charged ship. I think now is the time…"

"Patience, my boy, patience. Let them have all the time they want. For you see, the end result isn't for us just to destroy the ship, we also need to the put the blame on Eggman."

"Eggman?" The traitor asked, getting a little nervous for not being told the entire plan. "But what about…"

"He still has the information we need. We will make contact with them once they are ready, and we will appear to be peaceful. We just need the ship to turn against Eggman, and then swoop in when he has nowhere else to go. So let them charge their ship. Let them charge it well and good, for it will be the last charging that they ever make." The low voice knuckled loudly into the earpiece.

"AHhhh." He screamed and stumbled backward as the volume of the voice blasted in his eardrum.

He covered his mouth and waited quietly to see if anyone was coming forth. He heard soft footsteps.
"Crap!" He quietly swore to himself. "I can't compromise the mission."

"Maybe talk a little less loud, Mr. Towe..."

"DON'T SAY MY NAME!" Then quickly, his tone softened. "We have to play into account, the possibility that they would be able to retrieve our conversations later. So for now, just keep your mouth quiet."

"Fine." And then, the line went dead.

"I wish I didn't have to deal with him, but it's the only way."

Just where he had found it, the device was place back in its hiding place. He went up to the door and cupped his ear in the middle. The footsteps where gone. Ever so carefully he opened the door and walked outside into the corridor. Just as he felt he had safely gotten away, he heard a voice from behind.

"Hey, Captain, what are you doing down here?"

"Wh… Private Mighty Armin! Uhm, just scanning the place, you know? Make sure everything is shipshape."

"Well, okay, I guess. Anyway, just got the orders from Max on our next plan, so I thought I'd let you know…"

"Yes, yes, I heard already. Move along now."

Mighty starred at Knuckles and squinted, trying to find something that would explain his off behavior. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem awfully jumpy."

"Oh, just a bad feeling I have inside, that's all. I really need to get going okay?"

"Well, alright. Just, take care, Captain? You don't want to have an Antoine repeat."

"He, he, right." He thought back to when Antoine first had started training on the ship, and how he had accidently fired his rifle and shot himself in the ear from all his nerves. Luckily just the tip of his ear, yet people still teased him about it.

Mighty broke the silence. "Okay, well, I need to talk to Rotor about a potential leak in one of our backup engines. See you Knuckles."

"Right see you." As Mighty walked out of sight, Knuckles leaned himself against the side wall and let off a huge sigh of relief."

"Still undetected…"


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