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A/N: Since the update took so long, I made this chapter as quick as possible.
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CHAPTER 4: Who Is This Boy?
Back in the building of Robotropolise, Robotnik and Dingo are angry that Ryan escpaed.
"I can't believe it. I sent my best SWAT Bots on ground and in the air, still he got away. The three hedeghogs would have a tough time in this situation, but just a regular boy?!" Robotnik yelled.
"Well, maybe he's a super mutant," Dingo said.
"Dingo, he is no superman," Robotnik replied.
Sleet walked in.
"He's no Superman... but he's CLOSE to one," Sleet said angrely.
Sleet walked in angrely with a thick folder titled 'Perreault, Ryan'.
"Oh good, you got the boy's profile," Robotnik said happily.
"Oh, he's more than a boy," Sleet said, "I didn't find his profile in Feeding Hills Town Hall... I found it at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.!"
"What?" Dingo asked. Sleet opened up the folder and read off the first page.
"Take a look at this, his name is Senior Airman Ryan Michael Perreault, United States Air Force Auxilary Civil Air Patrol!" Sleet said loudly.
"He's military?" Robotnik asked.
"Silver Star, CAP Cross, Purple Heart with cluster! Karati master, weapons expert, fighter pilot!!! He recieived the expert rifleman badge and was trained to make a clump of dirt into an atomic bomb! Killed over 27 Middle Eastern soldiers and wounded 151, he was sent to the rescue mission of the Birkshire Mountain brushfire and rescued all 72 casualtied... he also took down and killed the arsonist without a weapon! He is also a gun expert on guns made by Hitchler and Koch, Barette, Colt, and Kalashnokov! Get this, he was captured as a prisoner in some country called Iraq but escaped, stole a plane, bomped the POW camps freeing all American soldiers, and sent them all home earning him the Legion of Merit! And he was just on a rescue training exercise in Florida, whatever that it," Sleet yelled.
He slammed down the papers and sat at the table.
"Out of all the people on Earth, we just HAD to capture him!" Sleet said.
"So that explains why he knocked me off my feet three times!" Dingo said happily.
"I should have captured that boy in Paris, Texas instead," Robotnik muttered to himself.
"Well, what do you think we should do?" Sleet asked.
"I want you to find out where that boy is and get him!" Robotnik yelled.
***
Meanwhile, at the Underground base with the hedgehogs and Ryan, Ryan was explaining to the triplets about him.
"-- I saw everybody running to safety as Delta Force rescued the prisoners. I brought the plane to American airspace, landed at Patrick Air Force Base in Florida to meet the Florida Civil Air Patrol Wing. There, I was awarded the Legion of Merit," Ryan said sitting on the guest bed to the three.
"Dude, you're a military guy?" Manic asked.
"Yeah, you could say that. I mean, how else can I explain my attire," Ryan said pointing to his camoflague pants and black T-shirt tucked in it.
"But aren't the military the ones who try to kill people and break into people's homes?" Sonic asked.
"Actually, a lot of people get it all wrong. The military are people who do their best to serve and protect the country. They're not mean at all. I have some friends who are in the military and we talk great with no arguments. One of my best bud's used to be in the Marine Corps," Ryan said.
"Really?" Sonia asked.
"Yeah. Just to let you know about breaking into peoples houses... the military HATES that! They don't WANT to break into houses and kidnap people, but they have to. They don't like it, but they have to. Like when the G.U.N. captured Sonic in that game I told you about, Sonic Adventure 2... they didn't want to take him, but they had to. It's all about following orders," Ryan said.
"Whoa," Sonic said.
"And besides, only an eighth of the military are the ones who go on the front lines in combat. The rest can just jokes around in bars, or make communications on radios. Please... don't take the military wrong, they're actually nice and they would like to talk to anybody. They're nice. I'M in an Auxilary of the military, and I'm talking to you three like a prep," Ryan said smiling.
"Yeah, but I heard that Boot Camp is pain twisting and harsh and everything!" Manic said.
"Actually, I enjoyed Boot Camp. I like showing off my strength either pushing or running. Crawling under barbed wire is fun. They teach you a lot. The only bad thing is the Instructors getting in your face and yelling at you. I had a tough time handling that, but I got used to it. Other than that, Boot Camp is fun," Ryan said smiling, "and don't worry about the Instructors. As much as they yell at you outisde, inside they really care about you like your parents."
The three smiled and nodded.
"The military are good people. That's basically what I was implying on," Ryan said.
They heard a buzzer in the other room. It was the communication screen. Sonia turned it on and it was Bartlby.
"Hi Sonia, I just wanted to tell you that there will be an aristocrat auction and party at the Robotropolice ball. Would you like to come?" Bartlby asked.
"I'd love to," Sonia said.
Sonic, Manic and Ryan entered the room.
"Who is it?" Sonic asked.
Bartlby looked up and saw Ryan.
"Who is that?" Bartlby asked looking at Ryan.
"Bartlby, meet Junior Airman Ryan Perreault," Sonia said.
"Senior Airman, Sonia. Junior Airman isn't even a grade," Ryan said. "Hello, Bartlby."
"How did you know my name?"
"Long story. I heard about this aristocrat auction and party. Are we invited or something?" Ryan asked.
"Well... I don't know. You are a human after all, but... Sonia, is he like a friend of yours?" Bartlby asked.
"Not really, we just kinda met him," Sonia said.
"But he's cool," Manic said.
"Well, alright. See you at the ball," Bartlby said as the screen turned off.
"Son of a bitch. That's got to be a Robotnik auction," Ryan said.
"Well, it probably is," Sonic said looking up at Ryan. Ryan was tall, but not too tall compared to the three. Sonic's hight came to right about Ryan's elbow since Ryan was 5' 8".
"Bartbly said this was an aristocrat party. Sonia is NOT an aristocrat. Maybe Robotnik told Bartlby he could take us... which may cause you three to bring ME there... Robotnik is planning to catch me at the party!" Ryan said.
"How do you know?" Sonic said.
"I'm observant and I can see how things would work out. I have a photographic and quick memory," Ryan said, "After all... Civil Air Patrol."
"So, what do you want us to do?" Manic asked.
"Nothing... I'm going to the party. I'm going to make sure Robotnik sees my strength and he'll be scared to try to catch me again... besides, I don't really like Bartlby, I can't wait to hurt him," Ryan said.
"Ooh, good one, Ry-guy," Sonic said smiling.
Hearing that made Ryan quiver in sadness. His mom always called him Ry-guy on Earth and still does. Hearing that made him miss Earth, his family, his school, his CAP, and his girlfriend.
"Well, I better get some sleep," Ryan said sadly walking to the bedroom.
The three shrugged not knowing what it was all about.
Ryan fell asleep on the guest bed and dreampt.
He dreampt of his point of view flying on an A/OA-10A Thunderbolt II simulator. He can see himself pulling the triggar firing his guns and blowing up tanks.
Next, he can see himself running down a road on a military base wearing sweat clothing with a bunch of other teens. He can hear a teen yelling from behind him.
"Come on, Perreault! You're doing good!" the teen voice said.
"Thank you, Sergeant," was what Ryan replied.
Now he dreampt of himself putting together an H&K MP-5 submachine gun with an instruction paperback book.
Ryan opened his eyes and saw he was laying in the guest bed of the Underground base, except it's dark and he can see that the triplets are sound asleep.
Ryan cried in his bed, missing his home.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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A/N: Okay, I have a few things to say... HALF of the stuff I explained about me is true. I am a cadet in the USAF Auxilary Civil Air Patrol, my grade is Senior Airman, I have been at Boot Camp, I have crawled under barbed wire before (and it IS fun), been in a paintball fight, and run PT. I have to say I'm NOT a weapons expert, I'm kind of a weapons intermediate, I know SOME karati I learned in Steven Seagal and Chuck Norris movies, I do NOT have a Sivler Stat, CAP Cross nor a Purple Heart with cluster, I made up about the Birkshire Mountain fire, I did NOT kill anyone in my life, and I did NOT go to Iraq! I just made up that stuff to make the story more interesting.
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A/N: Since the update took so long, I made this chapter as quick as possible.
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CHAPTER 4: Who Is This Boy?
Back in the building of Robotropolise, Robotnik and Dingo are angry that Ryan escpaed.
"I can't believe it. I sent my best SWAT Bots on ground and in the air, still he got away. The three hedeghogs would have a tough time in this situation, but just a regular boy?!" Robotnik yelled.
"Well, maybe he's a super mutant," Dingo said.
"Dingo, he is no superman," Robotnik replied.
Sleet walked in.
"He's no Superman... but he's CLOSE to one," Sleet said angrely.
Sleet walked in angrely with a thick folder titled 'Perreault, Ryan'.
"Oh good, you got the boy's profile," Robotnik said happily.
"Oh, he's more than a boy," Sleet said, "I didn't find his profile in Feeding Hills Town Hall... I found it at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.!"
"What?" Dingo asked. Sleet opened up the folder and read off the first page.
"Take a look at this, his name is Senior Airman Ryan Michael Perreault, United States Air Force Auxilary Civil Air Patrol!" Sleet said loudly.
"He's military?" Robotnik asked.
"Silver Star, CAP Cross, Purple Heart with cluster! Karati master, weapons expert, fighter pilot!!! He recieived the expert rifleman badge and was trained to make a clump of dirt into an atomic bomb! Killed over 27 Middle Eastern soldiers and wounded 151, he was sent to the rescue mission of the Birkshire Mountain brushfire and rescued all 72 casualtied... he also took down and killed the arsonist without a weapon! He is also a gun expert on guns made by Hitchler and Koch, Barette, Colt, and Kalashnokov! Get this, he was captured as a prisoner in some country called Iraq but escaped, stole a plane, bomped the POW camps freeing all American soldiers, and sent them all home earning him the Legion of Merit! And he was just on a rescue training exercise in Florida, whatever that it," Sleet yelled.
He slammed down the papers and sat at the table.
"Out of all the people on Earth, we just HAD to capture him!" Sleet said.
"So that explains why he knocked me off my feet three times!" Dingo said happily.
"I should have captured that boy in Paris, Texas instead," Robotnik muttered to himself.
"Well, what do you think we should do?" Sleet asked.
"I want you to find out where that boy is and get him!" Robotnik yelled.
***
Meanwhile, at the Underground base with the hedgehogs and Ryan, Ryan was explaining to the triplets about him.
"-- I saw everybody running to safety as Delta Force rescued the prisoners. I brought the plane to American airspace, landed at Patrick Air Force Base in Florida to meet the Florida Civil Air Patrol Wing. There, I was awarded the Legion of Merit," Ryan said sitting on the guest bed to the three.
"Dude, you're a military guy?" Manic asked.
"Yeah, you could say that. I mean, how else can I explain my attire," Ryan said pointing to his camoflague pants and black T-shirt tucked in it.
"But aren't the military the ones who try to kill people and break into people's homes?" Sonic asked.
"Actually, a lot of people get it all wrong. The military are people who do their best to serve and protect the country. They're not mean at all. I have some friends who are in the military and we talk great with no arguments. One of my best bud's used to be in the Marine Corps," Ryan said.
"Really?" Sonia asked.
"Yeah. Just to let you know about breaking into peoples houses... the military HATES that! They don't WANT to break into houses and kidnap people, but they have to. They don't like it, but they have to. Like when the G.U.N. captured Sonic in that game I told you about, Sonic Adventure 2... they didn't want to take him, but they had to. It's all about following orders," Ryan said.
"Whoa," Sonic said.
"And besides, only an eighth of the military are the ones who go on the front lines in combat. The rest can just jokes around in bars, or make communications on radios. Please... don't take the military wrong, they're actually nice and they would like to talk to anybody. They're nice. I'M in an Auxilary of the military, and I'm talking to you three like a prep," Ryan said smiling.
"Yeah, but I heard that Boot Camp is pain twisting and harsh and everything!" Manic said.
"Actually, I enjoyed Boot Camp. I like showing off my strength either pushing or running. Crawling under barbed wire is fun. They teach you a lot. The only bad thing is the Instructors getting in your face and yelling at you. I had a tough time handling that, but I got used to it. Other than that, Boot Camp is fun," Ryan said smiling, "and don't worry about the Instructors. As much as they yell at you outisde, inside they really care about you like your parents."
The three smiled and nodded.
"The military are good people. That's basically what I was implying on," Ryan said.
They heard a buzzer in the other room. It was the communication screen. Sonia turned it on and it was Bartlby.
"Hi Sonia, I just wanted to tell you that there will be an aristocrat auction and party at the Robotropolice ball. Would you like to come?" Bartlby asked.
"I'd love to," Sonia said.
Sonic, Manic and Ryan entered the room.
"Who is it?" Sonic asked.
Bartlby looked up and saw Ryan.
"Who is that?" Bartlby asked looking at Ryan.
"Bartlby, meet Junior Airman Ryan Perreault," Sonia said.
"Senior Airman, Sonia. Junior Airman isn't even a grade," Ryan said. "Hello, Bartlby."
"How did you know my name?"
"Long story. I heard about this aristocrat auction and party. Are we invited or something?" Ryan asked.
"Well... I don't know. You are a human after all, but... Sonia, is he like a friend of yours?" Bartlby asked.
"Not really, we just kinda met him," Sonia said.
"But he's cool," Manic said.
"Well, alright. See you at the ball," Bartlby said as the screen turned off.
"Son of a bitch. That's got to be a Robotnik auction," Ryan said.
"Well, it probably is," Sonic said looking up at Ryan. Ryan was tall, but not too tall compared to the three. Sonic's hight came to right about Ryan's elbow since Ryan was 5' 8".
"Bartbly said this was an aristocrat party. Sonia is NOT an aristocrat. Maybe Robotnik told Bartlby he could take us... which may cause you three to bring ME there... Robotnik is planning to catch me at the party!" Ryan said.
"How do you know?" Sonic said.
"I'm observant and I can see how things would work out. I have a photographic and quick memory," Ryan said, "After all... Civil Air Patrol."
"So, what do you want us to do?" Manic asked.
"Nothing... I'm going to the party. I'm going to make sure Robotnik sees my strength and he'll be scared to try to catch me again... besides, I don't really like Bartlby, I can't wait to hurt him," Ryan said.
"Ooh, good one, Ry-guy," Sonic said smiling.
Hearing that made Ryan quiver in sadness. His mom always called him Ry-guy on Earth and still does. Hearing that made him miss Earth, his family, his school, his CAP, and his girlfriend.
"Well, I better get some sleep," Ryan said sadly walking to the bedroom.
The three shrugged not knowing what it was all about.
Ryan fell asleep on the guest bed and dreampt.
He dreampt of his point of view flying on an A/OA-10A Thunderbolt II simulator. He can see himself pulling the triggar firing his guns and blowing up tanks.
Next, he can see himself running down a road on a military base wearing sweat clothing with a bunch of other teens. He can hear a teen yelling from behind him.
"Come on, Perreault! You're doing good!" the teen voice said.
"Thank you, Sergeant," was what Ryan replied.
Now he dreampt of himself putting together an H&K MP-5 submachine gun with an instruction paperback book.
Ryan opened his eyes and saw he was laying in the guest bed of the Underground base, except it's dark and he can see that the triplets are sound asleep.
Ryan cried in his bed, missing his home.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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A/N: Okay, I have a few things to say... HALF of the stuff I explained about me is true. I am a cadet in the USAF Auxilary Civil Air Patrol, my grade is Senior Airman, I have been at Boot Camp, I have crawled under barbed wire before (and it IS fun), been in a paintball fight, and run PT. I have to say I'm NOT a weapons expert, I'm kind of a weapons intermediate, I know SOME karati I learned in Steven Seagal and Chuck Norris movies, I do NOT have a Sivler Stat, CAP Cross nor a Purple Heart with cluster, I made up about the Birkshire Mountain fire, I did NOT kill anyone in my life, and I did NOT go to Iraq! I just made up that stuff to make the story more interesting.
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