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Chapter Seventeen

Amy sat outside the coffee shop near the train station, sheltered under the gazebo from the rain. She'd stayed at home with her friends that night, chasing conspiracy theories that all turned out to be fake until the three of them conked out in the living room. Earlier that morning, they returned to the station to steer clear of the residential district. No unpacking her suitcase. Evacuation was under way, and she didn't want to be caught up in the sweep of it all. Especially since no trains would be dropping anyone off in the Beatdrop Capital for a while.

The only idea any of them could come up with that made an ounce of sense was to start by tracking down Shadow.

She sipped her coffee as she watched Tangle tap away at her Pineapple. "Any joy?"

"Oh yeah, tons," said the lemur. "But a lot of them are probably hoaxes."

"Most likely," said Whisper. "People are scared. Fear sells."

Tangle nodded then turned back to her computer. "Apparently he was sighted in the park last night around three in the morning, but also right at the northern end of the city, fleeing towards the mountains. I mean, yeah, the guy can vanish into thin air, but how likely is it he was in both places at the same time?"

"Very unlikely." Amy sighed into her coffee. "It's going to be harder to find him than I first thought."

"Of course," said Whisper. "GUN have been after him for years. No success."

"Aye, twenty five years at least!" said Tangle. "But we've got this in the bag! He's all stirred up now he's been found guilty. He's gotta put a foot wrong at some point, right?"

Whisper grimaced and turned away, clutching a green mug of coffee to her chest.

Amy watched the wolf for a moment then returned to her drink. Tangle continued raving on, but it was just noise to the hedgehog. Whisper's reaction alone was a perfect description to how dire the situation was. Shadow could be anywhere. Infinite could be anywhere. And not a single person looking for Shadow knew where he was. If he hadn't been successfully captured in two decades, then what joy did any of them have? What joy did Infinite have?

It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Shadow could be anywhere, above and below ground. There was every possibility he'd left the city. Wherever he was, he was a threat. Throw a Judge robot into the mix, and the Beatdrop Capital was not a safe place to be. Maybe she should just retrieve her suitcase and stick to the original plan. Book another train and beat it, and hope Infinite wasn't far behind.

No… no, she wasn't going to quit just because things were looking a little tough. She came back to reality, meeting Tangle's questioning gaze. Whisper was also staring at her, although significantly more tense than her friend.

"Huh?" Amy shook her head to clear the fog away. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"I said I might have found a lead." Tangle grinned as Amy's emerald eyes widened. "Turns out the park is the most legit option. Three reports of a black hedgehog fleeing through the park from a pair of EggPawns. He vanished in one of the little side streets, sending those robots into confusion. One of them malfunctioned, and was collected this morning. Several news articles have reported that robot, but only three mention the rumored sighting of Shadow. One of which says he's responsible for the EggPawn goin' nuts and breaking down by hitting its own self-destruct button. So it's either a rumor to explain the malfunctioning robot, or there's some truth behind this."

"So he's still in the city?" Amy asked. "Or could he have fled to the mountains once he vanished?"

"I'm more inclined to say he's in this city," said Tangle. "I mean, they're evacuatin' it. Where's the safest place to hide? Right under everyone's nose, while the city is in a panic. The more people leave, the less there are to spot him."

"And he won't be swept up with the rest of us?"

Tangle shook her head then looked over to Whisper for confirmation. The wolf made a little grunt of discomfort and nodded her agreement.

"Probably stay out of sight," she said.

"Yup." Tangle tapped at her computer screen. "There's enough reports of a black hedgehog boarding the train. Apparently he's boarded it seventeen times this day alone."

"Well sure, how many black hedgehogs are there?" Amy scoffed. "Or wolves, or porcupines? People are seeing what they want to see. You have black quills or fur, immediately you're Shadow."

"Like Whisper said. 'Fear sells'. The more riled up a rumor can get people, the more it spreads and sets others on edge."

"Like a disease," said Amy.

Tangle burst into laughter and wiped a tear from her eye. "Aye! Just like a disease."

Even Whisper cracked a smile.

"Well, now we have a lead," said Tangle, "maybe we can get more solid evidence."

"What do you suggest?" asked Amy.

"Hey, Whisper?" Tangle looked up at the wolf. "Can you get us some drone footage from the park?"

Whisper's fur bristled and her blue eyes opened wide. "What?"

"Your Dad works for GUN, right? So he can get us some footage."

Whisper bit her lip and sank into her seat. "Not possible."

"Aww, come on! Surely you've got GUN privileges? We're tryin' to find a dangerous killer here."

"We're not GUN," said Whisper flatly. "Meant to be evacuated. This isn't a game."

Tangle gasped. "I never said it was a game!"

"I think what Whisper's trying to say," said Amy, "is that her Dad will tell her just that. We're not qualified, so why would GUN give us information that could put us in danger? We can't go asking him for that. It could get him into trouble."

"Exactly," said Whisper.

Tangle nodded and a frown tugged at her muzzle. "Fine, I get it." Then she perked up and beamed at the wolf. "So why don't you get it for us?"

Whisper's jaw dropped. "I can't!"

"Sure you can! I've seen ya play on your Dad's computer! Do some spyin' and let's see what we can find!"

Whisper grimaced again and set her coffee down on the table. "You're impossible."

"Are you sayin' you're not going to do it?"

Whisper pulled her phone out from her pocket and set a visor by her ear. Amy and Tangle watched her, slack-jawed.

"What is this?" Tangle waved a hand at the wolf's new apparel. "Some kinda journalist thing?"

Whisper shrugged and said nothing as she occupied herself with her computer.

Tangle turned to Amy and nodded in the wolf's direction. "I think it's a journalist thing. Friends in high places 'n' all that jazz."

"They have to get their information from somewhere," said Amy.

But still… she had no idea Whisper had a GUN visor. The little silver disk hung by her ear, and the green flash of a holoscreen hovered before her left eye. Usually you could see the display of what they were looking at in reverse, but Whisper had done something to blank out prying eyes. All that greeted Amy was the dancing avatar of a cartoon wolf, oddly reminiscent of Whisper herself.

Tangle returned to her conspiracy browsing, while Amy sipped her coffee. She cringed. Tepid. The mug found itself on the table beside the napkin dispenser, while Amy pulled out her own phone.

It was an idle habit, really. Both friends she regularly communed with were sat with her, trying to help her track down the one friend she desperately wished she had contact with. She sighed and tucked her phone back into her dress pocket.

"Where are you, Infinite?" she muttered.

"Found something." Whisper's voice drew the attention of her friends.

Amy stood to join Tangle looking over the wolf's shoulder. A short snippet of footage played out on her computer. A black and white shadowy blur rushing through long grass to vanish into thin air.

"What is that?" Tangle asked.

"Believed to be Shadow," said Whisper. "But he didn't disappear into that alley."

"Nor is he being pursued by EggPawns." Tangle scratched behind her ear and made a thoughtful noise. "Conspiracy theories are interestin' 'n' all but man do they bend the truth."

"I think that's the nature of the game." Amy returned to Whisper's computer. "Then what is he running from?"

"This." Whisper rotated the footage as Shadow flew across the screen again. Then she paused it.

A blue robot hedgehog graced the screen, with red eyes and razor sharp claws.

"Oh, I've heard of him!" said Tangle. "Metal Sonic, right? That robot has been doggin' our Shadow for years. I think it scores pretty high on the list of those who've nearly caught the slippery 'hog."

"And there it is again, trying to catch him," said Amy. "So what caused the EggPawn to malfunction?"

"Glitch?" Whisper shrugged and tucked her phone away. "Robots are machines, not living creatures. They break."

Tangle tucked her hands behind her head. "We break pretty easily, too, if I'm honest."

"Well, we're none the wiser." Amy smiled up at her friend. "But at least we know he's been sighted in the city. Thank you, Whisper."

The wolf shrugged again. "'S fine."

"Hey, we know where to start lookin' now," said Tangle. "I say we head to the park and start lookin' for clues!"

Amy let out a small chuckle and folded her arms. "That actually sounds like fun. Are you in?"

She turned to Whisper, receiving a smile. "I'm in."

...

"I'm out." Blaze shook her head and leant back in her seat.

"Huh?" Silver looked up from his case notes. "What do you mean 'your out'?"

The scenery outside whizzed by as the train rattled along its tracks. He cast a glance at the back of the carriage where the greying head of a purple cat sat nattering to the Beatdrop Capital's pudgy mayor. Neither of them had heard his outburst, and he was fairly certain they'd agree with Blaze on this one.

He turned back to the delicate feline and cleared his throat. "We've almost cracked it."

"Correction. We have cracked it." Blaze shrugged. "We found out who the killer is. Now it's up to Eggman to clean up the mess. Not us."

Silver snorted and looked back down at his computer. "Fantastic job he's doing, too, unleashing that Judge on the city."

"At least he's evacuating us."

"GUN are doing that. The Judge is just ransacking everything. There's already been casualties." The silver hedgehog scratched his quills and sighed. "I'd much rather be in there, beating him to Shadow."

"Why on earth would you want to do that? Shadow has demonstrated unusual powers, and I doubt that Judge would let you get in its way. You wouldn't stand a chance against either of them."

Silver bristled, but brushed her comment off. At the end of the day, Shadow would be facing punishment whoever caught him. He was a murderer. As far as Silver and Blaze were concerned, their part was done.

So why was he unwilling to let go?

"I just can't help feeling like we're missing something," he said quietly. "I mean, Shadow has a next target. A canine. Can we really just let that go?"

"Given the entire city is being evacuated, I think his chances of reaching his next target are fairly slim," said Blaze.

Silver nodded at that and shut off his computer. "I guess you're right. It's no use stressing over it. But still…"

Blaze inclined her head on one side. "You feel like you've not solved the case?"

"You could say that."

She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle. "Okay. I'll level with you. Once the Judge incident has blown over and it's safe to come back to the city, then if anything is left uncovered I'll help you uncover it." She met his eyes and slammed her hand on the table, causing his computer to leap into the air. "But only if you agree not to come rushing back here as soon as my back is turned!"

Silver straightened his computer and placed one hand on it. A nervous smile tugged at his lips.

"Okay!" he said. "Okay, you have my word."

Blaze smiled and gave him a single nod. "Good. Now, if you want to join our table, you can. We'll be ordering some dinner soon, and after all you've done to shed some light on my brother's case…" She trailed off, diverting her gaze to the window. Tears glistened in her eyes and one broke free to trickle down her cheek.

Silver reached across the table and placed his hand on hers, drawing her golden eyes back onto his. He gave her a warm smile, receiving one in return.

"That's really nice of you," he said. "Thank you. I accept."

"It's the least we can do." She stood and nodded towards her parents' table. "Shall we?"

...

Sonic strolled into Tails' workshop, toweling off his quills. The fox stood hunched over his bench, and the shrill whine of an electric screwdriver cut through the silence. Sonic joined his friend's side, and once Tails had finished with the drill, he set it aside and lifted up his mask's protective screen.

"How's it coming along?" Sonic nodded to the robot canine sprawled out on the bench. "Managed to save it all?"

"It wasn't destroyed to begin with," said Tails.

"So it'll have all its memories?" Sonic let out a sigh of relief as Tails gave a curt nod. "Oh thank goodness."

"That behemoth turned your barking tin can into swiss cheese. I'm surprised there's even anything left."

Sonic looked up at Infinite sitting on the leather couch. The jackal had finished demolishing the peanut butter Sonic had scavenged from the kitchen, and licked what was left of it off his fingers with the meticulous intensity of a domestic cat.

"Tails does good work," said Sonic. "It's a shame you won't let him touch your mask."

Infinite scoffed and looked away from them.

Sonic watched him for a moment then let out a sigh. Try all he might, he couldn't work out that jackal. Somehow, Amy had got through to him. But Sonic felt if she hadn't, he'd be a raging tornado of threat and destruction. It was hard to believe the alien penned up in Gadget's cell was the wounded and worn-out canine moping on Tails' leather sofa.

"Are you feeling any better?" Sonic ventured.

After a brief delay, Infinite looked up and his mismatched eyes widened with surprise.

"Who, me?" He looked between the workstation and Sonic then grinned. "Sorry, I thought you were talking to your mechanical pet."

Sonic felt his quills prickle but he took a deep breath and repressed the urge to lay into the jackal. He clenched his fists, hidden out of sight from Infinite's position.

"No, I meant you," he said. "I was wondering how your head is."

"Fine." Infinite finished cleaning his hand and sank back in his seat.

Sonic waited for him to elaborate, but that was it. Nothing else. How did Amy deal with this man? Sonic ran his fingers through his quills and shook his head, turning back to Tails.

The fox was equally as quiet, but Sonic was used to that. T-Pup's foreleg twitched and a small whimper came from it.

"Is it okay?" he asked.

"It's a robot, Sonic," said Tails.

Sonic bit his lip in favor of laying into Tails about how T-Pup was more than just a robot. The fox had suffered enough as it was, and it was amazing he was even working with two cracked ribs.

"It'll be fine," Tails went on. "It'll be up and running again before lunch time."

Sonic nodded and turned back to the sitting area. He flopped into the arm chair opposite Infinite, finding himself under his intense gaze. The familiarity to the dangerous patient Sonic had once known was chilling. The jackal had since showered, and removed all his apparel from his mane. It hung about his face, flopping down around his scarred eye, making him look more like the man detained in the mental ward than the vibrant jackal in Amy's company. All that was missing was the straight jacket and muzzle.

"Why are you so concerned about a robot dog?" he asked.

Sonic looked up at him and smirked. "Why are you so concerned about a mask?"

"I'm not especially concerned about it, I just don't want anyone to see my face." Infinite paused, and his expression turned unreadable. "If you weren't Amy's friend, I'd have to kill you."

"Why? Because I've seen your face?"

Infinite shrugged and idly toyed with the fractured pieces of his mask.

"You know," said Sonic, "you stand out a lot more wearing that mask than you do without."

Infinite continued to stare at him, causing a chill to race through the hedgehog's body. He tried his best not to let it show, but a small smirk tugged at Infinite's lips.

"Why don't you want anyone to see your face?" Sonic asked. "I don't see any problem."

The smirk vanished and Infinite huffed. "I don't need to tell you anything."

He set the broken mask on his lap like a child putting together a jigsaw, and that red haze appeared around his hand. A deep pulsing sound reverberated around the room as the glow spread across his mask, sealing up all the cracks. When he retracted his hand, the mask sat there, pristine. Not a scratch in sight.

"Huh!" Sonic raised an eyebrow. "Useful skill!"

Infinite merely looked at him as he set his mask back in place. No exhaustion on his face this time. That sleep and peanut butter had done a world of good. Or it was his regeneration. One or the other.

"This whole ordeal has been a massive setback, huh?" Sonic let out a chuckle, but it did nothing to lift the ice. "Shadow could be anywhere by now."

"With the way he can vanish and reappear at will," Infinite said slowly, "then it really doesn't matter how much time passes, does it?"

Sonic's shoulders sagged and his ears drooped. "I guess. Thanks for the downer, bud."

"I'm not your 'bud'." Infinite mimed air quotes. "Remember that before I'm forced to remind you myself."

The electric screwdriver fizzled out and Tails quirked an ear towards them. If Infinite noticed, he didn't care. Sonic was willing to bet that was the case - arrogant and sure of his strength even after all he'd just been through.

"So about Shadow," Sonic went on. "If he's got the same powers as you, then you know how to deal with him. Right? What to expect and all that?"

"Not necessarily," said Infinite.

"Care to elaborate?"

A grin spread across the jackal's muzzle. "This kind of power can be used in infinite ways."

Sonic chuckled again. "I'm gonna guess that pun was intended?"

Infinite's grinning face didn't falter as he tugged his gloves back onto his hands, shuffling about to make sure the red and green belts remained crossed over his back.

"I just wanna say though, if Shadow is the murderer, he didn't come across as such." Sonic drew the jackal's attention back on him. "He was desperate to find that serial killer. There was no inkling at all that it was him."

"Let me tell you a little something." Infinite sank back into his seat and spread one arm over the back of it. "There are two types of killer in this world. Those that relish in it, and those that like to cover their trail."

Sonic blinked as he tried to absorb that statement. "What are you getting at?"

"Come on, you're not that dense? Shadow was pulling your leg, Blue Freak. Trying to throw you off the trail so he could keep doing what he was doing." Infinite leant forward, causing Sonic to flinch back into the arm chair. "Of course he was going to lie. You think he'd just come out and say it? It's how psychopaths like him don't get caught! He has a plan, and he didn't want your spiny ass getting in the way. So he won you over so he could keep at it, working his way up to his main target. You saw that mural, right? A canine's head?"

"Of course we did," said Sonic. "It could be any canine - or fox - he's had an encounter with."

"Fox?" Infinite spat. He looked over at Tails who was working busily on his robot, but his ear was trained on their conversation. "Hmm. I suppose so. But I think it's pretty clear that message was meant for me."

Sonic's brow furrowed. "What makes you so sure of that?"

"He has his own Phantom Ruby," Infinite said, counting off on his claws. "Every step he's taken has mimicked my own personal way of living - tidy, organized, and his victims probably don't even see him coming. Everything has been a message leading to the next victim, and his clue that time was a canine. Either he was trying to throw GUN off his scent and onto mine, or this is personal. And I'm pretty certain it's the latter."

"But you've never met!"

"Haven't we?"

Infinite's expression turned unreadable again, and Sonic shifted in his seat under the jackal's intense gaze.

"I don't think I understand," said Sonic.

"Of course you don't."

Infinite stood, and Sonic copied him on impulse, bracing himself for any potential threat Infinite might pose.

"I'm leaving," he said.

"Really?" Sonic cut before him and spread his arms in a shrug. "But we've not finished forming a plan!"

"We never agreed to form a plan. Now I have a hedgehog to catch. Step aside before I add another one to my list."

Sonic strafed to the side, letting the jackal pass. "It isn't safe, Infinite. That Judge robot is still out there. If your paths cross again-"

"So?" Infinite kept his back on him as he marched towards the shutter. "I can handle that little problem."

"Are you serious?!" Sonic gasped. "That guy smashed your head in! Literally!"

"I let my guard down, that was all." Infinite looked back at him over his shoulder. "Something I won't be allowing to happen again."

He stopped before the shutter, and a deep hum filled the workshop as his powers activated. The shutter rose up, letting in the stormy air.

"I thought we were looking for Shadow together?" said Sonic.

"If you believe I agreed to that, you're deluded."

The shutter fell back into place, leaving Sonic and Tails alone in the workshop. Sonic's shoulders fell and he let out a long sigh.

"Leave him," said Tails. "It's not as if he agreed to work together."

"I know but… at least say 'thanks' or something?" Sonic sank against the work bench beside his friend and folded his arms. "I just hope he doesn't try to take on that Judge again."

"I hope he does."

Sonic snapped his head around towards Tails. The fox turned a screw in his fingers in the light then discarded it into a trash can.

"Someone's got to stop it," he went on. "And Infinite stands a better chance than we do."

...

Hovering over the city was a non-starter. Using the Phantom Ruby would only serve to weaken Infinite, and also draw the Judge's attention. So the jackal resorted to warping himself through the Chaos Network, perching on various rooftops to survey the city.

He dropped onto the massive logo of Beatdrop Casino in a crouch, clutching the edge of the massive 'C' to steady himself, and gazed out at the Beatdrop Capital. The casino wasn't as tall as the skyscrapers, but the daylight made it clear there was no-one lurking about on the roofs. The streets were equally devoid of life. GUN soldiers were the only ones occupying it, searching for stragglers as they dashed in and out of doors and milled about the alleyways. It made it a whole lot easier to spot a black hedgehog, although Infinite had had no joy so far.

A GUN squirrel soldier stopped opposite the casino and his eye flitted towards the sign. He did a double take, but by the time he'd realised someone was there, Infinite had vanished. He reappeared again a few blocks down from the casino and dropped down onto the empty street. Despite having grown up in a desert, the barrenness of the city was unnerving. Eerie. Not even a footstep echoing in the distance.

Infinite paced down the street, keeping his ears trained on his surroundings. As he passed by the apartment blocks he kept expecting the blinds to twitch or a door to open. A siren cut through the air miles away and he turned his head instinctively towards it. It was very far away, and wouldn't ordinarily have been heard over the din of the city life.

He came to a stop and tucked his hands behind his back, tapping his foot as he looked up and down the street.

"Now if I were a wanted criminal," he said to himself, "where would I hide?"

A flicker of sunlight reflected off the floor, catching Infinite's eye. He looked down at his right and cocked an eyebrow at the manhole cover. The little light speck on its rim was almost flower-like, adding a bit of beauty to an otherwise unsightly item.

It would be unlikely that Shadow would just be waltzing around the streets. And with GUN soldiers rushing in and out of buildings searching for stragglers, he'd be risking himself hiding indoors. So the only other places he could hide… were the sky… or underground. In the sewers. Where all of Mainframe's filth coalesced.

Infinite's nose crinkled at the thought and he let out a sigh, rolling his eyes towards the sky. "Why me?"

He grit his teeth and reached for the slab of metal. His fingers twitched mere inches from it and the desire to not touch it began to take over as the hum of the Phantom Ruby reverberated in his ears. He let out another sigh and shunted the idea aside, grasping the lid in his claws and yanking it off the street. It was oddly heavy and he grunted as he shoved it to the side.

Putrid air slammed into his face like water breaking a dam and he coughed, wafting his hand before his muzzle. His fur bristled as he could practically feel the germs crawling around over his skin. He stared down into the dark void, eyeing the rusty ladder caked with goodness knows what, and shuddered.

"Okay, Infinite," he told himself. "You've been in worse places. Can't think of any off the top of my head that can trump this, but… you've got this."

He took a deep breath, swiftly regretted it, then swung himself onto the ladder. He tugged the manhole cover back in place, plunging the sewer into darkness. He had to feel his way down towards the bottom as his eyes adjusted, and the soft clang of metal rang out as his boot struck the metal grate that served as a walkway.

Water gurgled on his left as it rushed beneath the metal bridge that served as a landing point for workers. It was probably partly psychological, knowing that the putrid water was so close, but it smelled even worse in the sewer than it had above ground when he'd removed the cover. Infinite forced himself to breathe and pressed on, sticking close to the wall away from the mucky water, and trying his best not to catch his fur on the smooth, slick and damp wall.

Damp…

Infinite grimaced, then froze as his ears twitched. Something moved ahead of him, tiny feet scampering over the iron grate. Then squeaking.

Just rats.

He closed his eyes briefly and moved on. The iron grate forked off to his right, and dim light came from the tunnel. A maintenance tunnel. The iron grate merged into a concrete path through the tunnel, a quick way to get from A to B. The stone archway had various grooves along it, which the rats had gnawed holes into in order to build their nests. The mortar had rotted in parts, and was in dire need of some maintenance itself.

Infinite ventured through it to the other side, but it didn't end in an iron grate. The concrete path continued on along a flow of cleaner looking, yet still foul smelling, water.

It really was like looking for a needle in a haystack. The jackal followed the walkway along for a good stretch, occasionally glancing up at the world above. A few storm drains allowed light to leak down, telling him it was still daylight, but it was easy to lose track of time this far underground. Rats scurried along the walls on narrow ledges, uncaring of Infinite's presence. Not the slightest bit vicious. Just going about their day. He was in their world now, after all. If anything happened to him down here, they'd probably clean up the mess and no one would ever know…

He quickly filed that thought away and picked up his pace, humming to himself if only to remain sane.

The path finally ended at another iron grate, crossing over the water to allow access to another ladder. A way out of the sewer. But beyond that was yet another tunnel, which the water cascaded along as it parted. Curiosity got the better of Infinite, and he trotted towards it to peer into the faintly illuminated passageway.

In one of the grooves was a mound of cloth. He ventured towards it, discovering it to be part of a little nest, discarded beside empty coffee cans and sandwich packaging. What little of the leftovers hadn't yet been picked clean by rats still looked fresh, too. His tongue poked out in disgust. Who on earth would eat down here? He made a little grunt and straightened. Only someone desperately hiding, of course.

There weren't many answers to this little clue. The nest was cold, and probably abandoned, but it certainly wasn't old. Either someone was living in the sewers, or he'd discovered Shadow's hiding place. One he hoped desperately wasn't temporary. He turned his head towards the manhole cover and an amused grin spread across his muzzle. Not too far from prying eyes, either.

Infinite leapt towards the ladder and hoisted himself back up onto the surface. The second fresh air greeted him, he gulped it down, taking deep, steady breaths of it as he shoved the cover back in place, stemming the flow of filthy air.

He rubbed at his arms and straightened, turning to look down the street.

Empty.

And not too far away, he could see the school's clock.

He grunted again and inclined his head on one side. Typical. He'd been hot on the trail the night before, and given the empty nest, it had likely run cold. Especially if Shadow didn't want to be caught. If Infinite was in his position, he'd want to keep moving.

He just had to hope Shadow wasn't the cautious type, and would return to it later.

...

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