Silver stood next to a plane in a desolate field, holding his belt like some kind of cowboy.

Man, why am I doing this stupid cowboy pose? I bet I look like a total prick.

A jeep slowly drove its way over to Silver. One man was driving it, and it carried several other figures, some covered by dark sacks on their heads.

"Dr Robotnik, I'm Silver," Silver said, handing a briefcase to one of the goons in the truck. In exchange, Eggman was forced over to his men.

Man, why did I bother saying that? He already knows who I am.

"He wasn't alone," Middle Aged Man said, gesturing to the other tied up men.

"Uhh, you don't get to bring friends," Silver said, laughing nervously. God, that was such a lame comeback. I must look like a total idiot right now.

"They are not my friends," Eggman muttered, being forced into the plane.

"Don't worry, no charge for them," Middle Aged Man said.

"And why would I want them?" Silver asked. Why did I say that? Obviously there is a reason why I would want them, he just hasn't told me it yet.

"They were trying to grab your prize. They work for the mercenary. The hedgehogga man."

"SONIC?" Why did that come out so weird?

"Aye," Middle Aged Man whispered. Or was he saying 'I', like 'No, I'm the hedgehog, not those guys.'

"Get 'em on board, I'll call it in." Like I'm actually going to call anyone about this. What a waste of time that would be.

Silver got in the plane and had his men secure the other hostages. They took off. Once they were at altitude, Silver walked to the center aisle of the jet.

"The flight plan I just filed with the agency lists me, my men, Dr Robotnik here, but only ONE OF YOU!" Silver took out a gun and pulled one of the thingies that made a clicking sound, and hoped the tied up men would take that as a warning and not a sign that he had never used firearms before. He then motioned to a guard, who opened a door on the plane. "FIRST ONE TO TALK, GETS TO STAY ON MY AIRCRAFT!"

One of the tied up thugs was dragged near the door, and Silver swaggered next to him. "WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB DR ROBOTNIK?!" When the thug didn't respond, Silver shot the air next to him. "HE DIDN'T FLY SO GOOD, WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?!" Seriously, 'didn't fly so good'? I am so out of my element.

Another thug was dragged over. "TELL ME ABOUT SONIC! WHY DOES HE USE THE SPINDASH?!" Again, no response. "A LOTTA LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!" God, I just keep running my mouth...

"Or perhaps he's wondering why someone would try and use the thundershoot, when in power formation." The voice was incredibly loud, as if the volume had been messed up by some audio mixing intern, and came from one of the thugs that hadn't been interrogated yet.

"A-at least you can talk," Silver mumbled. "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is the Chao garden."

Silver slowly pulled off the black sack, revealing blue spines, and the face of a giant anthropomorphic hedgehog.

"No one cared who I was until I started competing with Nintendo," Sonic said.

"If I took your rings would you die?" Silver said. Why did I say that? What does that have to do with anything?

"It would be extremely gnarly."

"Y-you're a big guy."

"For you." What?

"Was getting caught part of your plan?" Silver asked. Uh, yeah, of course it was, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation.

"Totally, dude! Dr Robotnik refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to find out what he told you."

"I didn't say anything, you miserable excuse for a Saturday morning cartoon!" Eggman shouted.

Silver stood there for a moment. "Well congratulations, you got yourself caught! Now what's the next step of your master plan?"

"Crashing this lame plane, with no survivors. I mean, talk about a low budget flight, with no food or movies!"

Then some really stupid stuff happened and Silver got thrown out of the plane and lost a life.