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A WEEK LATER

Sonic pulled his orange Supra to a stop next to a security guard and rolled down his window. "How you doin', bro?"

"What's up, man," the guard answered handing him a bracelet pass, while another guard used window soap to put a number on his back window. "Welcome to Race Wars."

"Great. Thanks a lot."

Blaze was almost next in line to start her race. But try as she might, she could not ignore the annoying man that drove the car next to her. "Baby. Hey baby. You should be watching from the side. Wouldn't want to get any exhaust on that pretty face."

She turned to him, pulling her glasses down her nose. "How 'bout you put your money where your mouth is?"

"Well, hows about I race you for that sweet little ass."

Moving the car up as another race started, she turned back to the punk. "You want ass, why don't you hit Hollywood Boulevard? You want an adrenaline rush, it'll be two large. Right here, right now. What's it gonna be?"

The man with the dreadlocks pulled a roll of money out of his pocket. "You got it." Their heat was next. Blaze pushed her glasses back up, focusing solely on the man that was standing in for the Christmas tree; it was still too early to put the lights up. As the man threw his arms down, they both shot across the line. "Uh, uh, uh, another one bites the dust," the punk sang, moving in tune to nonexistent music. "Come on. What do you got? What you got?"

Smiling, Blaze pressed her NOS button, sucking in some breath as she picked up speed. "See ya!"

On the other side of the strip, Sonic was just about to knock on the Shadow's trailer door, when it flew open. "Whoa! Yo, Maurice,what's up?" Tails asked, walking away.

His curiosity peeked, Sonic turned and followed him. "Hey, what's up, Tails? What do you have in your hand?"

"Throwin' down the pink slip, just like you." Did he not remember that Sonic had lost?

"The pink slip to what? The Jetta?"

"Yeah."

"You can't bet your Dad's car."

"It's all right. I ain't losing. This fool is running a Honda two thousand. I'll win. That way, me and my Dad can roll together when he gets out of prison. It's all good."

The two of them walked along to line of cars waiting to race. "Well, they're gonna throw him right back in prison after he kills you."

Ahead of them, the Jetta was next in line. "Oh, shit. I'm up."

Silver, holding his place, stepped out of the car and grabbed Tails' shoulders, trying to make him listen. "You visualize the win. Hey, visualize the win, Tails. I'm serious. You got to listen to me, man."

"Who are you racing?" Sonic asked, turning to the car next to them. Mephiles Dark rolled down the tinted black window. "Tails, don't do it. I bet you he's got more than a hundred grand under the hood of that car."

The kit just nodded and held up the pink slip to his car. "Uh huh."

The man threw his arms down and they were off, leaving Sonic and Silver at the starting line. When he felt like he had had a good enough lead, Tails hit his NOS, rocketing faster down the track.

"Too soon, junior," Dark said, waiting a second before hitting his own NOS. The sleek black S2000 blasted past Tails in a blur.

"No!"

The Hedgehog crossed the finish line first. "Whoo!" Only to watch Tails continue past him and turn further down then he should have.

"Shit! Oh Chaos!" the kid cried, driving as fast as he could.

Silver, having seen the whole thing, turned and high-tailed it up to the tent in which Shadow and Knuckles were sitting. "Yo!" he said, slapping Knuckles' knee. "Heads up, bro. We got problems."

"What?" Shadow asked, ending his conversation with some random girl.

"Tails." He pointed to where Tails was just leaving the airstrip.

"Where's Tails going?"

"He just raced Mephiles for slips."

"Oh shit." Yeah. Oh shit was right.

And no sooner had the words left his mouth, Mephiles pulled up and stepped out of his car. "Where's he going?"

Shadow thought quickly, pointing towards the exit. "He went to the car wash."

"Whatever. Go fetch my car."

"Go fetch your car? We're not on your block any more. You better watch who you talk to like that." With that, Shadow turned and began talking to Knuckles, trying to get the people - who had come in hopes of seeing a fight - back off.

Mephiles had no intentions of leaving. "Robotnik!"

Silver pushed away one of Mephiles people, who was trying to get to Shadow. "Ok, watch it," he warned.

"Robotnik! SWAT came into my house, disrespected my whole family because somebody narced me out! And you know what? It was you!"

Without answering, Shadow turned and punched Mephiles in the face, the other man falling to the ground. From the looks of it, it was only intended to be a one-punch deal, but after one punch, Shadow could not help himself. He grabbed Mephiles by the collar, repeatedly hitting him in the face.

Knuckles ran over after making sure that the group was not going to cut in. "Shadow, chill! Get off him!"

"Hey, yo!" Shadow yelled as security guards hauled him off of Mephiles.

To the side, Blaze watched as Iblis came running to the fight. Just as the woman was about to pass her, she threw her fist out, knocking Iblis to the ground.

Because he was away from Mephiles, Shadow struggled against his captors, trying to get back, but Knuckles held him at bay. "Shadow, chill out man. Come on!"

"I never narced on nobody! I never narced on nobody!"

"Shadow, let's go!"

As the team walked away, Mephiles wiped blood from his face, smiling viciously at the retreating figures. "This is all on you," he said to no one.