Chapter 3 – Adrenaline

Miles couldn't find the right words, he trembled and he began drifting in to the lane beside him. "H?" asked Tails.

"Yes," the man confirmed. "We have something to discuss." By now Tails had nearly slipped into unconsciousness from the stress. He knew this would happen, he knew APA would eventually figure him out.

"We have an assignment for you," said H.

A great wave of relief flowed through Tails' body; he was off the hook, but wait a minute… an assignment? Is it urgent? Might it be a mandatory distraction? How would it affect his meeting with Mr. White? Miles had no choice but to listen to what H had to say.

"Before I say anything switch to a secure line." Said H.

"Connect to," Prower separated the cell phone from his face to examine the display screen on it, then pressed it back against his orange ears, "channel four." H and he switched to the specified channel.

"Now to the subject, we have intercepted a call between Mr. White and a man he called 'sir'," informed H.

Oh, shit. They heard that call? Miles thought. It doesn't seem like the suspect me, I'll just play along for now.

"Mr. White will be meeting this 'sir' at precisely 3:00am, that's only a few hours from now."

"And? What do you want me to do about it?"

"Take out the man who wishes to converse with Mr. White and take Mr. White back here for questioning." replied the old man.

"You know, I think I still need to recover." said Tails.

"We have your medical records right here, it says you're in perfect health."

"I see, I'll get right on it then."

"Good, as per standard operating procedure, this channel will now be terminated" said H.

Rather than hearing a phone clacking against its cradle and then a dial tone, static took its place.

Damn it, seven hours and I'm already wanted. He thought. Tails just simply jammed down the accelerator, he was behind schedule and was just past Phoenix and going through Douglas, AZ, a small town just off Flagstaff.

This means he was behind schedule, way behind, mostly due to the heavy traffic on the 10, westbound of course. Not much was happening, it was just a simple road trip if the threat and Amy's kidnapping was disregarded of course. Once again his right eye twitched and his eyelid caved in and the usual throbbing of pain took place within his socket.

The phone rang once again. Miles grew suspicious of this, H never called twice at one setting, let alone his only secure line was terminated. Tails picked up the phone and answered, "Prower."

"Sir, this is Mr. White," he paused, "There has been a change of plans."

"What the hell do you mean? I thought we agreed on Fletcher and San Fernando.", asked Tails.

"It appears our line was tapped, and the APA is on to us. Chances are they're sending an agent after us, and we need an insurance policy. Switch to a secure line."

"It's been terminated, just tell me where and I can delete or prevent any recordings."

"The base of the Hoover Dam," commanded White.

"How the hell do I get there?"

"You're creative, you can find a way," the phone clacked and the dial tone had sounded.

Tails pulled over into the shoulder lane to pull out a map. He pulled a highlighter from underneath the seat and drew out an alternate route to Hoover Dam. There, he had worked out a way to get there, but how would he get to the base? It doesn't matter; he now had five and a half hours to work this out.

After stowing the map away he quickly reached for the door, opened it then left the drivers seat of the vehicle. His heart, full of adrenaline, caused him to slightly stagger to the rear of the DB7. He held the ignition key in his hand and stuck it into the keyhole on the trunk. Once he turned the key a glass tray slid out from underneath it, leaving the key in, he slipped off his glove and flattened his thumb against it. It beeped, five seconds passed and the trunk popped open. There was another compartment at the bottom of the trunk, he pulled out yet another key and once again popped it open.

In it was a briefcase which he took out and opened, surprisingly with no security walkthroughs. He looked through it, no efficient equipment, nothing to get him to the base of the Hoover Dam, at least not without a fight. This was going to be complicated, he thought to himself.

In frustration, Tails closed up all the compartments and securely sealed them off. He turned around and saw a car of some type miles over the horizon. He didn't know if this was just his mind pretending he had both eyes. It came closer and closer, then clearer. The heat waves began to dissipate and it was completely clear, an SUV, probably Chevrolet.

A man stuck the top half of his body out the window as it began to pass by. Tails just stared. The strange man threw something at the fox, but before he could react he was pelted in the face by something large and knocked to the ground. The SUV continued on its route and slowly disappeared miles away.

Tails got up and looked down at the ground and picked up the item, a bundled up bungee rope… clever.