Ch.4: Ambush!

Groggily, Vector opened his eyes and glanced at his surroundings. By the looks of it he was in cave of some kind. There were objects spread throughout the area that looked like the tools belonging to a mad scienetist.

Vector could feel the cold touch of metal raidiate through his back, and the choking bind of the restraints that bound his arms and legs. Slate had double-crossed him. How was he supposed keep his part of the bargain if Slate decided to turn into some kind of science experiment?

"I'm sick of this guy and his surprises" growled Vector " I had enough dealing with those in the past,"

(FlashBack- Vector's POV)

It took us about two hours before Espio found informant who was willing to hand over the secret of Slate's hideout, for the right price of course. Criminals, you never get the information you want without money.

I didn't like the look of this bulldog guy right away. Called himself Gourd. He should have been named Gorge, seeing that it was like he swallowed a twelve ton pizza with extra cheese.

" Looking for Slate huh?" said Gourd " yeah, I know where he is. I could tell you, for the right price,"

My eyes rolled at the guy's greedy nature, while Espio kept his cool and handed a meduim size sack over to Gourd. Gourd opened the sack, and his face lit up instantly.

"I trust that's the right price?" said Espio.

"You drive a hard bargian Mr. Chameleon" said Gourd " very well, Slate's hanging over somewhere in the old factory district. Don't know exactly where, but word on the street is the old cement factory. However, I can't imagine what Slate wants to do with a ton of cement,"

"Thanks for the intel" said Espio, and turned back to me and Charmy " let's go,"

Minutes later we arrived at the old cement factory. The minute we entered the old dump, I sensed trouble. Something wasn't right here. If this was really Slate's hideout, where was Slate? And where were all his henchmen?

Suddenly, the lights popped on answering my question. Up in the rafters stood about a dozen goons wielding guns, clubs, and crowbars. That slime Gourd had led us into an ambush!

Espio and me quickly moved to finish these guys off. I could Charmy behind us screaming, desperately trying to avoid getting hit.

I climbed up into the rafters and knocked five goons away with a strong swipe of my tail. A sixth guy sneaked up from behind me to drill his crowbar into my head. Before he could do that though, I punched him and the gut and let out a terrifying roar, making sure this guy could see every one of my razor-sharp teeth. He screamed and ran away in fear.

Espio had cornered three other goons on the other set of rafters. Using his invisibility and quick speed, the chameleon wasted no time backing his enemies into a corner. Before those goons could even think about making a counterattack, Espio pinned them all to the wall with shuriken.

"Well" said Espio, wiping some sweat off his brow " that's done,"

"Help!" came Charmy's desperate scream.

Looking down, I mentally smacked myself for forgetting the other three goons occupying the warehouse. The leader of the three remianing villians held Charmy in his clutches, with a gun pointed at the young bee's forehead.

"Make any sudden moves" said the leader of the gang " and your little friend is toast,"

"Put him down!" I growled at the goon.

"Ah Detective" said the gang leader looking at me " the boss will be happy to see you. You've become his very own personal hobby. Please do stop by for a visit sometime. We'll be waiting,"

With that said the other two goons behind the leader threw smoke bombs to the floor, engulfing them all in a dark purple cloud. When the smoke cleared, the goons and Charmy were gone.

( End FlashBack)

Vector was snapped awake from his flashback when Slate and some kind of creepy scienetist decided to enter the room. Vector didn't like the snide looks on his captors faces.

"Well,well,well" said the sciencetist Slate was with " it seems that our test subject has woken up,"

"What's going on here Slate" said Vector, trying to break from his binds " being your lab rat wasn't part of the deal!"

"No" said Slate " but you did agree to work for me. This is just a little insurance in case you get... out of hand,"

"What are you planning?" growled Vector, spotting the mysterious sciencetist pulling out a needle filled with a strange purple liquid.

"Revenge Vector" said Slate " revenge agianist everyone who has ever foiled my plans. I may have said I would never hurt your friends, but I never said anything about you,"

Vector's eyes widened in horror just as he figured out what Slate wanted him for, and tried even harder to break out of his metal binds. Suddenly, the sciencetist poked the needle into the crocodile's arm, injecting the purple fluid into Vector's body.

Vector immediately stopped struggling and lay still, a dark light flickered in his eyes. The metal binds holding Vector released their grip, and soon the croc was kneeling down before Slate.

"What is your command, Master?" asked Vector in a drone-like voice.

"Master," grinned Slate. Oh how he liked the sound of that.