Chapter 9

Tails is walking around Mobius with the Assyrian Assassin that had tagged along with him at the Botanical Gardens. As they are walking, Tails looks at the Assyrian and frowns.

The Assyrian turns his head and sees Tails looking at him. "What is it Pure Blood?"

"What's your name?" responds Tails.

The Assyrian sighs heavily. "Why do you want to know?"

Tails shrugs his shoulders. "Just curious."

"Very well then. My name is…well, it's Striker."

Tails frowns at him again. "Striker? That sounds like a nickname."

Striker nods his head. "It's because it is. My real name is Greg."

Tails nods his head and starts to examine Striker. Striker, or Greg, is wearing a white mask and cape, but he has a piece of armor that covered his chest and abdomen that was pure black. He was wearing a silver belt and had white shoes on.

Tails raises an eyebrow at Striker. "What do you look like?"

Striker frowns at Tails. "What do you mean 'What do I look like'? I look like this."

Tails sighs heavily. "I meant what do you look like without the mask and armor?"

Striker's expression becomes diffident. "Oh."

Tails watches him take off the mask and armor. He recoils in surprise at the sight before him; Striker looked exactly like him. It was as if Tails was looking into a mirror. Striker had the same white fur on his face, albeit a little darker, and his fur was an orange-red. His fur that covered his chest and abdomen was…well, it was close to being white; it had a grey tint in it. But what made them so close in resemblance was that Striker had light blue eyes and two tails with white tips.

Tails manages to stutter out "D-Do all th-the Assyrians look-k alike?!"

Striker starts to laugh.

"Of course not. There are only a couple of groups that come from your father's blood line, i.e. brothers and sisters; there are the Assassins, the Enforcers, the Desert Nomads, the Legions, the Rangers, the Rouges, and the Raiders. The others come from our king Albexon. He had many sons and they make up the rest of the Assyrian groups. But you need to know this Miles. There has been a lot of talk after you came to us. The groups that are part of your father's blood line have passed a blood law amongst each other and each other alone. No other…Shit! I forgot the groups from your mother's side. They are the Pirates, the Nomads, and the Sentinels. Anyways, all these groups passed a blood law that states that if a split happens within the Assyrian groups, they will immediately align with you. So brother, you have groups that'll immediately follow you. You are a true leader."

Tails starts to tear up. "Th-Thank you brother."

Striker puts on his mask and armor again.

Suddenly, someone shouts out, "What the hell? Where's Tails you bastards?!"

Tails turns his head and sees Sonic on the hill staring at the two.

Tails looks back towards the Assyrian and shouts out "RUN!"

They both run down the road but stop when Knuckles cuts them off.

Tails looks at Striker and begins to panic. "What…What do we do?"

Striker starts to laugh. "Watch this."

Striker pulls out a smoke bomb and throws it to the ground. The smoke bomb shatters upon contact with the cement and Knuckles can't see the two Assyrians anymore. Sonic sees the two Assyrians run into an alley and sonic takes off after them.

Tails and Striker are running down an alley when they hear "The jig is up. Now answer my question; where is my little bro Tails?!"

Striker twists around and starts to laugh. "You think you know everything don't you? Well guess what you little spikey blue…hedgehog?! Tails left you because he sought out a better life. That's all I can say."

Sonic looks at Striker in confusion, but finally asks, "So where is he?"

Striker sighs in frustration. "It's like I'm talking to a brick wall. He left you because he living with you wasn't getting him any closer to finding out the truth about his family. As proof…"

Sonic watches as Striker removes his mask and armor and recoils at the sight before him; the Assyrian looks exactly like Tails, but was completely different. It wasn't the physical differences that jumped out; it was the facial expression that Sonic noticed the most. The Assyrian's mouth was like it was in a permanent scowl where Tails' expression was always somewhat happier.

Sonic growls in frustration. "What the hell is going on? Why do you look exactly like Tails?"

The Assyrian starts to laugh. "All your questions will be answered in time. But today, you must suffer their ever bearing weight."

Sonic frowns, but realizes what he means. He's about to run over there and pin them both, but they both disappear behind a smoke screen.

Robotnik is looking at the bounty hunters that have gathered before him. They are all…pathetic. The Assyrians would destroy them instantly and not one would break a sweat. Robotnik sighs in frustration and walks over to his computer. Hopefully, he can get a message out to the leader of the Assyrians and soon. The Grand Prix is three months away! He begins typing furiously at the keyboard, hoping that he'll make contact with the Assyrians at some point.

A/N: I couldn't think of a name for the Assyrian Assassin so I came up with Striker. I might change it. I doubt it though. R&R