Sonic's phone went off. Again. He could hear his default text tone go off from across the garage. He never took the time to change it.
"You gonna get that?" Tails asked from underneath the Tornado II. Sonic hesitated before shuffling over to his phone. He knew who it'd be.
"Hey Sonic! Did you know that Shadow works at that old bookstore? Crazy right?
-Amy Rose 33"
"Do you think it'd be a good idea to take Cream to see Shadow? I am SO indecisive! LOL
-Amy Rose 33"
"Lol I think I will. Cream would love it! And maybe she can get that stick of a mud to smile a bit
-Amy Rose 33"
The last text was a picture of Amy, Cream, and Shadow. Cream had her cheek pressed against Amy's as Shadow stood awkwardly beside the two. He clearly didn't take selfies much.
"Who was it?" Tails chipped in. He crawled out from under the belly of the plane. Grease was speared all down his front fur and his goggles he wore were disheveled.
"Who do ya think?" Sonic replied. His tone let on to his annoyance.
"She might not text you so much if you replied once in a while." Tails padded over to his toolbox and began searching for his needed tools.
"Not gonna add fuel to the fire," Sonic snapped back. Tails shoulders slummed forward at the abrasive tone. Sonic made to comfort him, but then Tails turned around, cheery as ever. Though, his smile seemed a bit force.
"You sound a bit more philosophical these days," Tails said with a mock. "You finally been talkin' to Sally again, haven't you?"
"Ha, ha! What Tails? What are you talkin' about? Sally and I ain't talked in years. Why would we suddenly start now?" He stuttered just a bit. His smile was a little cracked at the edges.
"Aw come on, ya know I'm just teasing. She's a great gal, Sonic." Tails patted the blue hedgehog on the arm, leaving a grease mark in the fur.
"Yeah she is...," Sonic trailed off.
"Too bad things didn-" Tails started
"Yeah, too bad." Sonic hastily cut him off as he grabbed a rag to wipe off the grease stain.
Tails awkwardly walked back to the Tornado and began to work. The sounds of metal on metal did not do enough to fill the uncomfortable silence dominating the space. Sonic didn't handle uncomfortable well.
"Hey Tails, I'm gonna go for a run," said the blue hedgehog. He slipped out the door before his friend could reply.
Sonic took one deep breath of air and took off running. Tails was right. Sonic had in fact spoken with Sal again. She had contacted him to see if he could track down Knuckles for her. Sonic said he would help and all, but the conversation had been so cold that it hurt him just as much as if she had called him to fight again.
Sonic sped up to try and outrun his thoughts. He focused on his breathing and the wonderful feel of wind in his fur. Running was his escape. It was his everything. And maybe one day he'd be able to run with the only other person who could run like him again, Shadow.
Sonic was surprised to hear that Shadow was working at the bookstore now. It seemed so... dull for the black hedgehog. Shadow had once lived a risky life working for Eggman, yet he turned down the opportunity to work along side Sonic after the battle. He figured that Shadow would go off and find a place at G.U.N. or some other similar place, but a bookstore. That just wasn't right.
A flash of reflected light caught Sonic's eye and he pulled to a stop. Another one from the same area hit his sight once more and in a flash, he was off. He ran full speed to investigate what could possibly be up in the secluded area. In a moment he was located in some bushes on the outskirts of a cove.
Sonic's eyes bulged as he saw soldiers. They were moving large metal crates that seemed to have some discoloring on them, as if they had been underwater for a really long time. One by one the crates were loaded onto a truck. Directly to the right off Sonic's hiding spot were two men talking.
"How many crates?" the larger of the two men asked. He had no hair on the top of his head, but a thick enough beard to make up for it, though his beard was completely gray. He was obviously in charge here.
"Twelve, sir," the smaller and younger one said. He had brown hair and a scar on his next that Sonic guessed was from a burn.
"Very good. Send a message to base saying we have found Gerald Robtnik's lost files. There better be some tea when I get back too." The bearded man said with a huff before clamoring over to the truck. The kid with the burn ran off, much more nimbly than his superior, to where he had placed his bag with his cell phone.
Sonic wasn't 100% sure what were on these files, but he just knew that there was trouble coming. As silently as he could, he took off running for Tails' garage. He needed some extra brain power for this problem.
AN:
I would just like to make a formal apology. I know I haven't written ANYTHING for this is at least two years, and I am sorry. I'm sorry for everyone who actually like this story and have been waiting for an update. I'm sorry for those who were kind enough to favorite and review this story and I didn't return the favor. But, as a thanks, I am starting this story up again. I originally stopped writing it because I felt like no one cared about it. But I guess I learned that even if I only have one fan, I owe it to that one fan to continue writing because they were kind enough to enjoy my writing. So yeah, I'm back. And as a special thanks to Espionage247, who really gave me that last kick in the butt to start this story again, I made this chapter about Sonic with a splash of Sonsal. Thank you guys so much!
