"I heard that my grandfather's old friend's grandsons were looking to take down Robotnik," the Hawk said. He called himself Rage, Rage the Hawk. At his side were his lackeys, Typhoon the Albatross, and Cloud the Swallow.
"So what if we are?" I asked. My grandfather told me all about these guys. If I were ever to meet them, don't trust them with anything precious. They are a legendary band of thieves, going by the Title of Babylon Rouges. The flying island behind them must've been Babylon Garden. The second to last leader of the Rouges made friends with my grandfather, maybe even rivals, but even after time passes, some things can never change.
"We wanted to give you gifts, in exchange for a chance to help," Typhoon said.
"We made some Extreme Gear, and we want to help destroy the Robotnik Empire." Cloud said. She brought out some planks, one blue one black, each with a yellow stripe and a metallic foothold. I looked at the bottom of the board and saw three hover stabilizers and a spherical thruster that could change directions in the air.
"We've never used hover boards in my life." I had to say. "Sure we have the ability to grind on random stuff, but I never used a hover board."
"Then I'll teach you what I can." Rage said. Three weeks into riding G.U.N. gave Shadow, Argentum and me a mission that took place overseas. On an island to the North, appropriately named North Island.