June 24th, 3:55pm

Old Storage Warehouse, Poloy Lane

(Mood Music I - Hedgehog's Dilemma ~ Shiro Sagisu)

As quiet as a small gust of wind, as visible as a piece of really tiny dirt on a fork and as subtle as a wink or a nod; this to Espio was what it meant to be a true ninja detective, especially one blessed with the ability of invisibility. True, the rest of his species had this quirk as well but as far as he knew, he was the only one among his peers who was using it properly as akin to stalking people or finding out which couples were currently…hooking up, if you get what I mean.

The purple chameleon explored the empty, desolate halls of the abandoned warehouse, opening every door with swift precision, peeking into each room with alert, shifting eyes and closing the door once more when, not if, there was nothing of note. It was a dull procedure, he wouldn't deny it; but frankly, he didn't mind too badly as long as it resulted in finding some kind of clue that would lead him and the Chaotix to the Babylon Rogues and maybe, just maybe, finally have enough money to buy some food for home instead of quick snacks.

It had been about two weeks since they were able to go shopping to any reasonable degree; and no, a bag of sausage rolls and potato wedges do not count as shopping! This was made even worse so since the ninja detective knew for a fact that the fridge would soon turn into an uninhabitable wasteland far beyond any typical post-apocalyptic future in about three days. This made him even more determined to try win this case, making him search through the seemingly endless hallways and empty rooms without complaint in the hope that he'd unwittingly catch the Rogues off-guard. From there, the case would be solved….or at least it would be if fate hadn't dealt him such a peculiar hand in the form of his fellow comrades.

As the least irritating of the two, and even then that's not exactly saying much, Charmy was always a very strange kid. Though the young lad seemed to possess this uncanny ability where he could pick up on possibly crucial details that nobody else noticed or deemed important enough, this was offset somewhat by the fact that his hyper-activity would become very aggravating after about five or so minutes and his tendency to get distracted by anything shiny, cool or to do with the circus ended up costing them numerous cases.

Not that Vector was much help in that department either. In fact, the self-proclaimed leader of the Grand Troupe Idioté was by far the biggest reason behind their constant failures. And often this would come down to three common causes...

Firstly, he would take the case immediately if the request came from a woman that was even the least bit attractive, whom he would then spend the rest of the case flirting with through pick-up lines that would shame even Zapp Brannigan in how awful they were. Secondly, he would live up to the claim of taking any job that pays by finding lost toys for bratty kids, rescuing Chao from trees and all manner of dull nonsense that would bore an accountant to death. And finally, on the off-chance that they actually solved a case, that idiotic crocodile would offer to take the case for free or substantially less money than what was original offered, meaning they'd still end up broke regardless.

It had been roughly two or so years since the trio of detectives had done anything especially note-worthy and it looked like that wasn't going to change. Given their typical luck, it would be surprising if this latest case turned out in a manner that wasn't a complete and total disaster. Espio had pondered the possibility of leaving to make his own mark on the world many times; an idea that wasn't without merit since he usually pulled the most weight in terms of investigation and detective work.

So, why hasn't he done so by now? Now, that wasn't such an easy question to answer...

Suddenly, a strange, distant sound clanked straight through his occasional introspection and brought him back into reality. Turning around to the possible source of the noise, the young chameleon quickly pulled out a small kunai from his wrist pocket in case worst came to worst and quietly dashed down the hall as he felt a small flicker of hope light within him. Not that it happened often, mind you...

He found a set of stairs descending down a single story and glided across them effortlessly to reach his destination: a metallic, grated balcony that overlooked a giant room illuminated only by faint spotlights hanging from above. It was hard to make out, but the room contained many large delivery trucks that looked like they haven't been used in years and enormous stacks of wooden crates that once served an important purpose but have been left to decay in obscurity, like so many other things in the world.

Ignoring the ladder at the end of the balcony, Espio leaped forth and within no time, he landed on the floor with silent footsteps. His eyes darted back and forth across the surrounding area for any possible clues that could be found in the few shining circles spread throughout the overall darkness. Unsatisfied at the lack of results, he started to dash back and forth from spotlight to spotlight in the desperate hope that the Rogues were here after all and that he wasn't wasting anyone's time.

Hold on, why should he be so concerned with what others think of him? It's not like he really cared about the rest of his team, right? R-right?

Shaking the unusual thought from his head, assuming it to be a leftover from watching far too many psychologically-based animated shows than was considered healthy again, he surveyed every inch of crate, truck and ground he came across. But in the end, he ultimately found nothing.

"Kuso," he bitterly whispered to himself, his fists clenching up in disappointed anger at his mistake, "Not a soul here. Can't believe it!" No longer feeling the need to hide himself, he reappeared under one of the countless spotlights; a desolate figure who hung his head low in shame. With a weary sigh, he turned round and slowly stumbled back to the balcony, fearing the reaction he'd get from his comrades for his failure.

Fearing? Was that really the word he just used? Odd; it's not like they hadn't messed up before. They made mistakes, cock-ups and errors literally all of the time. But did that make it any less regrettable? After all, some mistakes can never be forgotten...

"To the brand new sky we dive!"

Briefly twitching in frightful surprise as he stopped dead in his tracks, Espio immediately looked back to see if he was about to be assaulted by a band of over-the-top firefighters in garishly-coloured mecha. Thankfully, the path behind him was just as empty as it was when he came into the room. So then where did that unusual tune come from? Was it really from nearby, or was he just going crazy? Given how bonkers the world usually is anyhow, it wouldn't surprise the ninja chameleon if he had finally succumbed to its influence. After all he'd been through, he felt it would be the best solution out of a veritable Russian Roulette of bad endings...

"Running at the speed of light!"

Nope, that was definitely coming from somewhere in the room. Quite relieved that he wasn't going bananas, the curious detective sneaked towards the source of the triumphant cries of harmonized justice, making his way towards a truck just next to the wall that had the door to the container on the back wide open. The closer he came to the truck, the more he could make out the mish-mash of noise coming from inside. Amongst the clatterings of a million keys an hour and obnoxious guitars riffing like there was no tomorrow, he could make out a group of different voices having an argument of some sort.

"You idiot!", a thick, rough Brooklyn accent that would make Vector sound suave and sophisticated irritably berated, "Can't ya turn that musak off?! Someone could be listenin' to us right nows!"

"What makes you think we're not alone, Storm?," a slightly younger, but far more confident, female voice pointed out, "There's a reason we chose this place to meet up with Predator in a couple of hours; no-one would even bother to check out this old dump. Anyway, just leave the kid to his work. At least it stops him from talking." as she chuckled cruelly at her remark.

"Hey, I heard that!" a much younger, gravelly-almost voice replied in a swift break from the furiously fast typing that would make Sonic himself seem like a dead snail by comparison before the symphony of clattering keys began once more.

It was at this point Espio reached the back of the truck, crouching close to the ground to make sure he wouldn't be seen as he took a good look at what was going on inside the container. Four figures were at the opposite end, lit by a faint blue light that flashed from a miniature laptop without end; all of them were birds of varying species, shapes and sizes.

A grey albatross with an incredibly large frame leaned on the side of the truck, arms crossed against a huge patch of chest fur, as he asked in that thick voice from before "Well…what if someone's trackin' us? Say the fuzzes or porks or whatever the heck they're called know what we're doin' and come here?"

"Why else do you think we're getting this done now?", a violet swallow on the other explained as she pushed wide-rimmed sunglasses up the bridge of her beak, "If Beanie here can hack this, we'll be able to get what we need and they won't even know what hit them. We'll be able to get off scot free!"

In between, a green hawk who looked to be the youngest out of the three ruffled the maddening amount of spikes sticking out the back of his head as he glared back and forth at the taller birds and warned "Keep it quiet, you two! Storm's right; we've got to make sure no-one finds out about this! If they do, we're dead." Satisfied at the silence, as much as one could get given the aforementioned clattering cacophony, the hawk knelt next to the laptop and asked the hard-to-make-out bird "How far are you into this?"

"I think I'm just about half done;" the mysterious boy named Bean replied in that screechy voice from earlier on, "give me another few minutes and I'll have hacked it."

The hawk smiled rather grimly as he stated "Good." before rising up and leaning next to the swallow as they waited for the hacking to end, ad whatever result came from it.

Espio felt two things at this moment. For one thing, he was curious to see just what they were planning; that laptop in particular was especially interesting in what kind of information could be found in it. But most predominantly however, he was feeling quite smug that he'd managed to find these elusive thieves without being seen. As a confident smile formed on his face, he started to tread lightly away from the truck to return to his team when suddenly, he nudged his foot against one of its back tyres. The force of the impact caused him to not only fall to the rough concrete floor with a thud, but it also made him drop the kunai he realized only now he was still holding to create a noticeable clang when it hit the ground.

"What was that?!", the hawk exclaimed as the young chameleon froze in shock at his error, "Storm, Wave, go check it out!"

As a duo of metallic footsteps crossed the floor of the container to the open entrance, the ninja detective awkwardly shuffled under the truck to make sure he wasn't seen.

The swallow stared out towards the exit of the container in serious contemplation, before saying "I don't think we're alone."

The albatross, duck and hawk immediately stopped whatever they were doing and looked straight at her, saying in unison "Say what?!"

The swallow said "I think we have a spy amongst our midst…" before she got off the wall and walked towards the exit.

Espio noticed the swallow getting closer and closer to where he was and quickly crawled under the truck to avoid detection. Seconds passed as her feet clanged repeatedly off the steel floor of the container until she jumped down and observed her surroundings. It seemed that nothing was there and she turned around, about to get back inside the container when she noticed a strange yellow horn protruding from under the truck.

She crouched down and noticed the purple chameleon curled up in a ball underneath the truck. Her normally emotionless mouth turned into a devilish smile as she said "Well, hello there, stranger." It was at that point the chameleon realized with wide eyes what he had done…or more to the point, what he hadn't done; he'd forgotten to go invisible. The frustrated ninja would've place a shameful hand against his face had the the swallow not grabbed his horn and dragged him out from under the truck.

She hoisted him up in the air in front of her allies and proclaimed "Lookee what I found today, boys!" The boys turned their heads around and at first, their eyes widened at this surprise spy but after a few moments, their expressions became much more devilish as they grinned cheekily.

In defeat, all Espio could do was sigh wearily, muttering something along the lines of "Baka, baka, baka…"

June 24th, 4:10pm

Unknown Room, Old Storage Warehouse

It was an epic battle of wits; the final round of the most glorious bout of rock-paper-scissors ever seen on Mobius; it all came down to a final showdown between Sonic and Charmy. They raised their arms and then lowered them thrice and on the final lowering, they released their epic weapons; The Blue Blur unleashed a pair of deadly scissors but the ever-tenacious bee counter-attacked by releasing a powerful, humongous rock that completely obliterated his opponents measly shears.

"YES! YES! YEEEEEESSSSS! I BEAT SONIC THE FRICKIN' HEDGEHOG AT RPS! I'M THE COOLEST!"the ecstatic Super-Detective excitedly declared as he flew around the room, waving around the double V-sign in victory.

Sonic jokingly feel onto the floor, mockingly lamenting "Oh no, you've beaten me. Argh!" as he chuckled at the ridiculousness of this whole business. However, he noticed the pretty worried looking armadillo sitting next to him and he turned over on his stomach to ask "Hey Mighty, what's up?"

Mighty stared at the door with a look of serious concern on his face and sighed heavily "I guess I'm just worried about Espio is all. I don't have a watch so God knows what time it is…but it seems that he's been gone too long."

Scratching his cheek, the azure speedster sat up beside his old friend to assure with folded arms "Don't worry, buddy. I'm sure he'll be alright." However, it didn't seem to lift the armadillo's mood at all since he still wore a mask of worry on his face.

Nearby, Vector was looking out the window with his arms folded, listening to his old favourite 'Sonic Boom' on his headphones. He'd gotten bored of playing RPS with Charmy over and over and wanted to take a break from reality for just a little while. However, he couldn't escape it completely since Espio's absence was also gnawing at his mind; throughout all the years he'd known the chameleon, Espio wasn't the type to miss on an arrangement that he or anyone else had made. It had been 20 minutes and he had not returned, with or without information…or at all, come to think of it. Clearly, something was up.

The crocodile turned off his headphones and turned around to face the rest of his team, sternly stating "Somethin's up guys, I know it. C'mon, we gotta find Espio." before walking towards the door and opening it up. He passed through the door, quickly followed by the rest of his team, and with that, the four walked through the halls, trying to find where the missing ninja might've gone.

After some time that involved getting lost, bickering about which way they should go and so on, they finally came across a set of stairs leading down to a balcony overlooking a large room filled with trucks and endless, undelivered crates. However, this time, the room was in complete darkness so nobody could see anything. That was, until a spotlight mysteriously appeared in the middle of the room, shining down on a captured Espio, tied to a chair with his mouth duck-taped.

"Partner!" Mighty worriedly shouted as he launched himself from over the rail onto the ground, taking a brief moment to brace himself from the landing before he dashed towards the spotlight.

"Wait up!", Vector ordered with his hand outstretched towards the new detective, the other two soaring past him in the meantime, "It might be a tra..." Realizing that everyone had buggered off down below, he rolled his eyes and irritably muttered "Oh, forget it!", jumping down from the balcony to join them. Thought a bit late of account of slamming right into the ground with all the subtlety of a train wreck of clowns, he soon joined up with the other three as they made their way to the captured chameleon.

The shelled traveller ran towards his tied-up partner with all the vigor he could muster up, bumping into many objects along the way due to the aforementioned darkness before he finally reached him. As he pulled the practically paper-thin ropes apart in seconds and ripped the tape off the purple reptile's mouth, the young armadillo was likely expecting an answer that was a bit more pleasant than a furious, wide-eyed "Anta baka? Don't you know that this is a trap?!"

By the time Sonic, Charmy and Vector finally caught up to them, there was no time to react when suddenly four voices shouted in unison "FREEZE!"and with that, the lights for the room suddenly turned back on. It was at this point the five noticed that they were surrounded by the four bird-like creatures from earlier on, wielding laser blasters.

(Mood Music II – The Pursuer/Pursuit ~ Nobuo Uematsu)

The Chaotix hunched together back-to-back, taking on defensive stances so that they stood in a very close circle facing outwards in case of an attack as the green hawk slowly stepped towards the Blue Blur, wielding the blaster in a way that looked like he wouldn't think twice about shooting them and then stopped just a few feet away to taunt "It's been a while, Sonic the Hedgehog…didn't think we'd be meetin' again so soon, did ya?"

With a playful shrug, the fastest thing alive non-chalantly replied "Yeah, long time no see, Jet."

Mighty, standing to directly behind Sonic, looked at him and asked with a raised eyebrow "Hold up, you've met these guys before?"

"Yep;", the azure speedster answered as he waved his hand out to the four birds, "guys, meet the Babylon Rogues, the guys you're looking for. Rogues, meet the Chaotix Crew…the guys who're gonna kick bubblegum and chew your asses!", grinning tenaciously at Jet in particular.

Almost like a flash, the four Rogues dropped their offensive stance, lowering their blasters, and stared at the Chaotix and Sonic with eyes as wide as the trucks that surrounded them and jaws that practically dropped right through the ground for several seconds before breaking down in laughter. Jet was laughing in a hysterical, almost scary, fashion, losing his breath with each exhale of laughter; the swallow folded her arms as she had a manic chuckle while the albatross and duck rolled around on the floor laughing their asses off like they were high on laughing gas.

Taking a few breaths to try compose himself, the leader of the Babylon Rogues asked with a wheeze "Seriously? Those guys? The idiots that helped destroy the mayor's house that one time?!" as he waved his blaster towards the four detectives around his spiky rival, "Honestly, if this is some kind of joke, then you've earned my respect. Just imagine it: Sonic the Hedgehog! The fastest thing alive…debatable, but definitely the world's greatest comedian!" before laughing once again.

The renowned hero exited his defensive stance and stood confidently, folding his arms and grinning in a manner that was unusually calm, as he explained "I ain't jokin', actually." Almost instantly, the Rogues stopped laughing upon hearing this and froze in place, staring up at the Blue Blur as he continued "I'm not the one taking you in; that'll be up to them this time 'round," thumbing towards his allies for emphasis.

The Rogues stood in place for several moments in an attempt to seriously comprehend this until Jet cockily shrugged and commented "Kinda surprising, I'll have to admit. But there's just one prob; you guys are unarmed. We, on the other hand," as the Rogues once again took aim with their blasters, ready to fire at any moment, "are locked and loaded."

Espio observed his surroundings in an attempt to find any possible opportunities that could be taken but at that point, there wasn't anything they could do, so for now, he just whispered with a hint of weary sarcasm "They do have a fair point. Any ideas?"

"Nope!" the rest of this makeshift team declared in response.

Shaking his head with a weary sigh, all the chameleon could do was bitterly mutter "Well, we're done for now."

"Just one question," Vector, standing just next to the younger reptile, asked the Rogues as he lifted a contemplative finger in the air, "Just exactly what are you up to?"

Keeping the blaster directed at that meddlesome hedgehog, the green hawk tauntingly replied "Well, since you're not really in a good position right now, I guess I can spill the beans; it's not you're gonna live to tell anyone, right? Wave, you tell 'em." as he looked at the violet swallow to his left.

Wave, keeping a tight finger on the blaster's trigger, calmly explained "Alright; the thing is, we're planning on going on a massive nationwide tour, with one catch: that we rob every bank we come across. Problem is, robbing banks is such a pain when you're caught on camera and there's also the issue of getting caught by the police, so what we needed was something to bypass that. That's where Bean came in."

"Bean?!" the spike speedster scoffed with a bemused smirk on his face.

"That would be me;", the duck with the red bandana round his neck pointed out in a clearly annoyed tone of voice, "Bean the Dynamite Duck. The tech guy…and Jet's cousin, to boot. Bombs aren't my only specialty, you know..."

"Really?", the experienced hero sarcastically asked as he rolled his eyes, "That's a surprise..."

"Anyways," Bean continued, his eyes narrowed at the Blue Blur, "I'm also really good with computers, so the Rogues asked me to try hack into the government network, allow them to get inside the banks and take what they want without any worries. I just needed to get into a government-connected computer to start from there plus some bailing money in case things go wrong so…"

"Well," Espio remarked, rubbing his chin in thought, "that would explain the bank robbery from this morning…"

"Exactly!", the cocky duck exclaimed, folding his arms and smiling smugly, "That's what the robots on the news were for; they could automatically hack into one of the bank computers in a matter of seconds with transmissions via their eye sensors and I took over from there."

Vector, his mouth turning into a very vague smile, replied "You're a clever little buzzard, I gotta admit. But there's just one other thing I'm wonderin' 'bout; are ya done with the hacking or what?"

"Oh, that's easy," the youngest Rogue explained with a wave of the hand, "The hacking itself is done but I just need to upload the right data to make sure things work out. In fact, my laptop's uploading it right now!"

"Right…", the crafty croc stated, "Well, that's all I needed to hear."

With a raised eyebrow, Sonic looked at the leader of the Chaotix and whispered "Vector, what are you up to?"

"Just an idea on how to get us outta this mess." the emerald reptile replied with a sly smile.

Mighty looked back and worriedly pointed out "Vector, I don't want to toot your horn," ignoring Charmy's cheeky giggle at the metaphor, "but there's a problem; they have blasters…we don't."

Vector's slight smile turned into a full on grin as he assured "Don't worry. I've got a good idea for a distraction."

"Which would be…?" Espio couldn't help but ask in a curious tone of voice.

"Hey guys!", the tenacious detective suddenly declared as he suddenly grabbed for the fastest thing alive's dark red, moist shorts and ripped them off with an intense force, "Sorry, but we've got work to do so take this gift as an apology!", when he lunged towards Jet and tossed the torn garment straight into his face.

"Oh, God!", the poor hawk furiously exclaimed as he dropped his blaster and staggered back in sheer horror, "All I see is sweat and somethin' salty and horrible! Wave, Storm, anybody! Get these stupid pants offa me!"

As Wave and Storm dropped their blasters and rushed over to the head Rogue to remove the foul remains of a chilli dog wet dream, Sonic and the Chaotix quickly took their opportunity and ran like hell. Passing several trucks and stacks of crates, Vector took the opportunity at hand to point out "Y'all can thank me later with a big meal, but fa now, we gotta find that dynamite kid's laptop. Espio! Any idea where it is?"

Espio, softly but quickly putting one foot in front of the other and a hand with two fingers drawn out in front of him like a ninja heading into battle against impossible odds, replied "Of course; follow me." He turned left at the next gap in the trucks and everyone else followed, with the Blue Blur lightly jogging so he wouldn't outrun the detectives, unaware that a certain cheeky bird was following them from not too far away...

Soon enough, they came across the truck with the open container and right at the back, there it was: the laptop used to hack the network and the one currently uploading important data."Alrighty then, let me take care of this." the oldest detective remarked as he climbed into the container, ran over to the back and picked up the laptop, closing it right up. He walked back to his allies with the laptop safely under his arm as he stated in his typical half-professional manner "Okay, here's the plan; we get this down to da police station and they'll take care of it from there. How's that?"

Espio folded his arms and replied "It works, but how're we gonna get paid then?"

"Don't worry 'bout it!" Sonic enthusiastically said, giving Espio another one of his trademark thumbs ups that he'd gotten from watching too many Happy Days reruns, "When this is done and over with, I'll pay ya! I got some spare cash lyin' around."

Espio, cringing slightly from the sheer cheesiness of the thumbs up he was getting, asked "Define some spare cash."

Sonic quickly counted with his fingers for a few moments before finally saying "A couple thousand, I think." And like that, Charmy, Vector and Espio very temporarily fainted from shock upon hearing this before the first two quickly came back to life with big grins on their faces and giant money signs flashing in their eyes.

Mighty watched in confusion before he looked at Sonic and asked "…Does this usually happen?"

Sonic shrugged and replied "Pretty much. I don't see what the big deal is; when you're known just about everywhere, you tend to end up with more money than you need." As he watched Vector and Charmy jumping and singing something along the lines of "We're in the money; we're in the money…" Sonic began wondering if this whole day was turning into some sort of crazy pot dream.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a blaster being loaded and quickly turned around and ran for the mysterious figure hiding in the crates behind him and Mighty, punching the strange person's lights out. This strange person, lying on the floor with little spirals in his eyes and his tongue flopping out of his mouth, turned out to be Bean, who had been following them for the last few minutes.

Mighty, hearing the noise as well, quickly ran over behind the crates to find Sonic standing over the unconscious Bean and asked "Sonic, what's going on?"

"We're being followed," the Blue Blur calmly whispered, "We need to get outta here before they catch up with us." Suddenly, the both of them heard footsteps close to them and quickly ran to the other side of the crates and leaned on them.

A distant voice that sounded suspiciously like Storm echoed "Guys, look over heres; it's Bean!" The footsteps ran over to the unconscious duck lying behind Sonic and Mighty, getting louder and louder until they stopped.

"They must be around here somewhere. I know it," Wave's voice agreed.

Espio had just woken up from his brief faint and asked "What's going on?" when Sonic suddenly put a finger on his own mouth, silently telling Espio to keep quiet. Vector had recovered from his little happy hour and was about to say something when Espio immediately closed the crocodile's jaw with his hand.

Mighty turned his head to Sonic and nervously mouthed "What do we do now?"

Sonic stroked his muzzle with his hand for a few seconds until an exclamation mark appeared over his head and mouthed to Mighty "I've got an idea." And with that, he turned around and started pushing the crates, though not doing a very good job given how massive they were. Mighty suddenly got the hint, turning around and helped Sonic push the crates. It worked at the massive stack fell over onto the Babylon Rogues, leaving them stuck under the pile of crates to their surprise.

Sonic turned around, saying "Alright, now… RUN!" as he suddenly started running for the door, quickly followed by Mighty, Espio and Vector carrying the laptop with a now sleeping Charmy on his shoulders.

The Babylon Rogues had just gotten out of the pile of crates and noticing the Chaotix running away, Jet angrily pointed towards them with his blaster and yelled "Blast them! Don't let those f% $ers get away!"

The three Rogues started firing at the Chaotix, who frantically dodged the laser blasts, just barely avoiding getting hit. However, there was a big problem the detectives were about to face; the gigantic, mechanical door looming in front of them. As they ran towards it, Espio asked "How the hell are we gonna get past that door? It's damn near impossible for us to get through that thing as it is!"

"Well, it's not completely impossible then," Mighty remarked as he promptly turned around to pick up one of the crate stacks around him. He lifted it up with virtually no effort and ran towards the door, carrying the massive stack above him, and with all his might, threw it at the door with such a force that it smashed right through it, leaving a great big hole in the wall.

He and the Chaotix ran out from the massive hole and promptly turned left, running down the street as Vector declared "Alright boys, to the police station and step on it!" as many onlookers stared at what just happened.

Jet and Wave caught up to the hole in the door and looked around, finding no-one but several people staring at them. Jet angrily sighed and punched the wall, yelling "DAMMIT! YEOUCH!" as his fist throbbed in complete pain.

Wave threw the laser blaster away as she said "Looks like we won't be able to catch them in time. Still, it's not like they've found anything to get us screwed."

That particular irony would soon be pointed out by Storm, who ran up to Jet and Wave with a knocked out Bean in his arms and said "Guys, we have a problems; I just checked the truck the laptop was in. They've stolen its." Jet, fuming with anger over his throbbing fist, getting crusted underpants thrown right in his face and now the laptop being stolen, screamed in pure agony and stomped towards the trucks.

Wave, with a confused yet concerned look on her face, asked "Jet, where are you going?" Jet continued to stomp in silence before he reached one of the trucks, one that was coloured jet black unlike the other grey trucks around it, and climbed in. Luckily, the keys were still in the ignition and upon turning them, the engine came to life and the truck's headlights turned on.

Wave and Storm stared at the truck in confusion when the horn suddenly went off and Jet looked out from one of the windows in the front, saying "Ya comin' or what? We got ourselves a laptop to get back!"

To be concluded…

Message from the Author - 10/Feb/2013

(Okay, I wasn't expecting it to go on for longer but the page count for this chapter got a little out of hand, so I decided just to cut it in half and post up the second half later. A little odd that I've been doing this episode for nearly a month but rest assured I'm nearly done and the next episode should be more exciting or at least better. Again, tell me what you thought and if I could make any improvements to my writing style. I'll see y'all next time for the epic conclusion. Have a great day y'all - FrDougal9000

NOTE: 10/July/2015 - It's been a year and a half, and I finally start doing these updates again. Apologies for that, but I've got enough work to do as is without rewriting these chapters. With that, I'm going to take the rest of Episodes 2-4 in a different manner; they'll remain the same apart from formatting to make for a cleaner read, and a slight changing of some lines to improve dialogue flow. Thanks for reading this chapter, I hope you enjoyed reading it, and until we meet again, have a great day y'all! - FrDougal9000)