Open Your Heart To Live and Learn, chapter 3, The Duel and the Deal
The Disclaimer 3000: beep beep beep beep *(Sonic the Hedgehog and all related characters are property of SONIC TEAM. Zelkin, Bahn Lock, Silver, the G.E.A.R., the Oak, ?????* the Cat are property of Grey Wolf Inc.)* disclaiming complete.
Grey Wolf: Howdy! I would like to introduce the co-author of this story, Danny R., known here as Tigaris or White Tigar. During a disscusion about our ideas, we decided to do a prequel to the Prower Saga. He's one of the best action writers I know. For those who don't know, (Those that haven't read the intro in the Prower Saga, or our Bio.) I am the boss around here in Grey Wolf Inc.. Tigaris is sort of my right hand man and Zelkin has been slacking off recently, so we don't expect much from him. We are close friends with other writers: Butt Joke Inc.'s Gino and fellow Orange Park Florida resident, Angiethecat.
Tigaris: Sup! I'm helping Adam's (Grey Wolf's) Venomous Fang story while he tries to complete the first Sonic Gaiden. We both hope that you're enjoying this story. I would also like to inform you of "Shining Fate". They are a collection of short action stories that will be posted in the 'originals'. Due out in mid-summer.
Grey Wolf: Chapter 3: The Duel and the Deal. Dance puppets! Dance!
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Four months later......
"Are ya' sure that you will be okay?" ????? said with a touch of a twnaged southern accent. He hated his accent, he felt ignorant, especially when he talked to women he liked. He tried to shake it off, but it always came back.
"I can manage an' all out here," Big replied to his guest. The guest, looked like the spitting image of himself, exept tall and skinny. As if Big got a liposuction job. "Dis' is da place for me."
"But why?" The guest replied. He turned around, looking around to the dense jungle that enveloped his big cousin's bungalow.
"I like the fishin' 'portunity this place, uh, Station Square." Big replied. "I think, 'da, its a callin', I reckon."
"But you'd be all alone out here by yourself," ????? said. "All of our family and friends would worry about you. "?!..what the?!" ???? said as he turned his head to see his purple and black striped tail meet the mouth of a small. Green. Frog. "Stupid frog!" He said as he whipped his tail and the frog flew into a bush.
"Hey! Don't hurt Froggy!" Big complained. He got up from sitting on the ground, (It took him a while, granted.) and shifted his hands in the bush the frog fell into. "Buddy are you okay?" He said as he held the frog in his hands.
"Ribbit!"
"I'm glad to hear that." Big replied. ????? just ran his hand over his head, brushing his long ears to his back.
"Well, if i cain't (yes, I spelled it wrong on purpose) change 'ya mind, then bye Big."????? said.
"Buh-bye." Big replied. "Stay the big he-ro of Khole town." He said as he waved to the tall purple cat as he hopped over the small stream.
"Don't worry about that, Big!" He said as he walked through the path.
Across the Aquatic Ocean...........
"Three hundred sixty six...................three hundred sixty seven............" The mass of well-toned purple and white fur said as it curled up and down. It was Fang, hanging off of the suspended horizontal bar that hung from the ceiling by his knees, curling up and down, and dripping sweat onto the floor. Ivan walked into the room. "Three hundred sixty eight.........three hundred sixty nine....." Fang continued.
"I have some news." Ivan said.
"Three hundred seventy...........what is it?..........Three hundred seventy one....." Fang said between his reps.
"I have pieced together a new item for you." Ivan said.
"..........three hundred seventy two....great.......three hundred seventy three......" Fang said.
"You may want to take a rest...." Ivan said.
"Three hundred seventy four.........no, every minute of training counts........." Fang said as he felt the last reserves of his endurance drain away. "........three hundred ssseeevvnntyyy fffffff-...."
"Don't strain yourself." Ivan said as he watched Fang.
"..-ssseeeevvvennntyyyyy ffffiivveee...........threeeeeee....hunnnndreee......damn!" Fang exhaled as he stopped his rep and let his body and arms hang down. "Damn! I never reach four hundred!"
Ivan nearly laughed at himself when Fang said this. When he was Fang's age, he could barely do two, and now Fang curses himself for not being able to do four hundred. Fang dropped off of the bar, and landed on his feet. He took a towel from the top of his dresser and wiped the sweat from the fur of his face. Fang looks diffrent than the one we saw in that transformation four months ago. He isn't buff, but the muscles on his body were well-toned enough so you could see the lines of his tone underneath his fur. He had completely lost his 'teddy bear belly'. Fang nodded his head and followed Ivan to the laboratory.
"Here it is." Ivan said as he handed Fang a pair of black and yellow boots.
"Wow," Fang said sarcasticly. "You really outdone yourself this time, Ivan. You have made a pair of.......boots."
Ivan ahemed and continued talking, oblivious to Fang's remark. " These are Quickboots. They are able to let you stick to ceilings, walls, and the like. They also highten your jumping ability."
"I suppose that i'll use 'em," Fang replied. "But I don't think that I wold need them." He said as he took the boots out of Ivan's hands and slipped them on his feet. In an instatnt, a few hologram screens popped up all over the room plastered with the face of a young man. He looked young, with glaring brown eyes that almost seem black. He had black hair, with white streaks in his bangs, messy and pointing out in several directions. Target Sight implants were seen on his face.
"GOOD EVENING, IVAN!" the stranger yelled. His voice echoed through the room. "I see that you have another puppet to do your dirtywork!" He claimed. "You're begining to go senile, old RAT!"
"Who is this joker?" Fang remarked.
"Joker?!" the man complained. Fang looked closer at the picture and recognized the face.
"Y-you're the bastard who went through Khole City, killing every antromorph in sight!" Fang said in horror.
"That's right!" the man said with a devious smile on his face. "Bahn Lock! I started the one-man massacre of Khole!"
"What the hell do you want?!" Ivan demanded.
"I would like to have a friendly duel with that weasel you are employing," Bahn said as he looked over at Fang. It seems that can he see them through a camera in the room.
"We don't need your trouble, Bahn." Ivan said.
"Oh, cowards eh?" Bahn taunted.
"I'm not a coward!" Fang testified. "I accept."
"Good. Good," Bahn nodded. "Station Square Park, nine-o clock." He said as the picture dissapeard. But not without a sick grin.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ivan asked Fang. "I know that your training is complete, but were talking about a psyco here."
"I'll get ready to leave." Fang said. "That man killed innocent furnorphs in cold blood, it's a personal matter."
G.U.N. headquarters in Station Square................
"You two will be splitting up for solo assignments," The large and tall bat said to the young women sitting on the other end of the large desk, he looked as if he had seen many things, but half of which should not be told to the soft-hearted. He was wearing the G.U.N. uniform, the black 'G' shirt and black pants, over this was a silver jacket with a large red 'G' on the back. His large, black, and muscular wings were trying to take up as little space as possible, with the 'elbows' of his wings popping up, behind his shoulders. 'James' was on his name tag."I know that it was said that you two would be partners in one of these missions."
"I wouldn't mind at all," Amy replied.
"Sure, we could go solo." Rouge added. Rouge and Amy were two G.U.N. spies, straight out of training. They both were stationed in Station Square's military department.
"Amy, this is yours," James said as he slipped a light-brown folder. She opened it and took out a few photos and looked at them.
"Sonic the Hedgehog," the bat said. "You will monitor his movements. His discovery of being able to use the Chaos Emeralds have us worried. Your cover is an innocent girl that hails from Never Lake. You need to confront Robotnik and be captured. After you arrive in his base, you need to take some photos of some of his new work and the new Sonic clone he is working on. You will set out tomorrow."
"Yes sir." Amy replied. James got out of his chair and went through the file cabinet on the wall of the room. Rouge looked at the pictures that Amy was looking at.
"Sonic the Hedgehog, eh?" Rouge commented. "I hope that works out well for you." Amy cocked an eyebrow at Rouge and Amy took another look at the picture.
"Hmm... who knows?" Amy said. "Only time will tell." The bat came back to the desk and slid Rouge a gray folder.
"Rouge, your assignment also has you tailing a person," James said. "Nack the Weasel. He has changed and now he has a new employer. We intercepted a communicae' about him meeting another dangerous man, Bahn Lock, in Station Square Central Park, to face off in a duel. Follow him, and get as much information as possible. You might be following him for a while. It's your job to see what he's up to."
"Yes sir." Rouge replied. "I won't fail, dad."
"I know you won't." James replied.
Station Square Central Park................
"Fang! Where are you?! a man wrapped in a long and black trenchcoat said while standing on a thick tree branch. He looked at his watch, '9:10' and looked around. He spotted a male human S.S.P.D. officer, probably the night watchman, walking across the small bridge that spanned the small creek that ran its couse through the park. "I guess I'll have some fun while I wait." Bahn said to himself. He took out a handgun from the inside pocket of his trenchcoat and pointed it at the guard's shoulder. The Target Sight implants on his face lit up his eyes. '+' 150.22131 feet LOCKED'. He pulled the trigger.
Bang
The bullet hit the police officer, glanced to the side, and tore through the skin and bone on his shoulder. Bahn watched as the man slumped up against the rail of the bridge and cursed in pain. Bahn pulled the trigger once more and watched as an object slugged through the watchman's temple and out of the other, blowing his brains out over the water. A tall figure approached the mess. It was Fang. He looked at Bahn's handiwork, he was nither impressed or amused. Bahn leapt out of his hiding place and landed on one of the bridge's tall and elaborate support pillars with a sort of carefree ease.
"I see that you're not a pasty furball anymore." Bahn said as he stood on the pillar on one foot. "Not like the pussy you used to be." He said as he leapt off of the pillar and landed next to Fang. Bahn began to slowly circle him, sizing up his opponent. Fang wasn't miffed at all by this. "Tell me, what is the purpose of deuling in the park?" Fang asked. He walked toward the fountain in the middle of the park. In the center of the fountain, a statue of a scantly-clad fox woman holding a jar, with the jar pouring water into the small pool.
"Because!" Bahn said as he circled. "G.U.N. would certainly want their hands on the loser, this makes the stakes higher!" He said to the tall white and purple weasel. Bahn stopped circling, and halted. He stood in front of Fang. They both glared at each other. Thier Target Sights lit up and ajusted to the dim light. They both heard the crickets in the grass, chirping. Bahn could smell the Fear coming from Fang, he knew that he was afraid. This is the man who mindlessly killed half a population of a city.
"What are the rules?" Fang asked the man.
"Nothing fancy, just guns, and hand-to-hand," Bahn said. "None of that Ryukker bullshit and no traps." Bahn reached into a pocket and tossed a few black orbs to the cobble stone ground. Fang recognized them as grenades. They returned to glaring each other down.
"Say when..," Bahn said, nearly making Fang jump. He smirked at this. Bahn clenched his fists. Which made a hollow crinkling sound. Fang looked at Bahn's hands and saw the metal gloves his opponent was wearing.
Fang just stared more intensely. 'Is this asshole mocking me?' He thought angrily to himself.
The wind shifted slightly and that's when bahn decided to make his move. He suddenly reached into a inside pocket and pulled out a 9mm handgun. fang noticed the movement and quickly reached for his. His trenchcoat fluttered in the air as he pushed it away. Taking the gun out of its holster. He immedeately began firing. Bahn had very little time to side-step the bullets and deliver his own. Fang, who was faster, felt the bullets miss as he dodged them. He ran and jumped behind one of the park benches.
"A flaky shot, aren't we?" Fang yelled in a cocky tone.
He tumble-rolled from behind the bench and immedeately targeted Bahn. He let loose a barrage of bullets, and Bahn ran out of the line of fire, toward the bridge, with a few bullets shooting holes in his trenchcoat. He switched over to a plasma shot handgun while Fang reloaded. Bahn ran backwards as he fired at Fang. The heated blasts nearly snagged Fang in the arm, and he jumped into the stream. Bahn ran up to the high point of the arch on the bridge, shoving the dead policeman's body out of the way, on the side where he saw Fang dive into the water.
"Take this!" PhoooMT-PhooMT! Bahn's plasma gun screamed while projecting the bright green and blue blasts. He had forgotten to wrap his wrists before arming himself with the gun, and now the recoil was hurting his hand like hell. With the recoil pounding against the metal gloves on his hands, he ignored the pain and kept shooting at the shadowy figure in the water. On the other side of the battle, Fang was swimming underwater in the shoulder-high depth of the water, trying his best to avoid the plasma charges. He removed his soaked trenchcoat, and left it behind in the water, and quickly swam under the bridge. He spotted him! Bahn spotted a shadow in the water and quickly riddled it with plasma-fodder! "Heh heh! It was easy making short work of that flea circus!"
Fang emerged from the water under the bridge to see plasma shots hit his trenchcoat. 'That's what you think, bub.' Fang thought to himself as he took out a chaos gun from the bandoleer that he left on when he took off the trenchcoat. He carefully aimed a shot near the edge of the bridge where Bahn was standing, and pulled the trigger. The bridge was struck, and it slowly warped, as if it was melting. Then it exploded into large chunks. Bahn lost his footing and fell into the water. Fang sloshed his way to the bank of the stream. His slickened fur was reflecting light from the sparse light streaming from the lamposts in the park. He had his dagger drawn, waiting and ready.
Bahn surfaced from the water, coughing and sputtering. "I didn't think you were smart enough to use your coat as a decoy like that. I did not know a fleabitten furball can outsmart me like that," he said between coughs. He slipped a knife into his hand, with the blade facing down, ready to stab.
"I'm not a furball!" Fang said as he splashed water up in the air, vieling Bahn's sight and making his Target Sight target the millions of droplets. He was blinded by the display. Fang lunged at Bahn as if there wasn't any water at all. Bahn was not easily caught off gaurd, he blocked Fang's knife attacks. Sparks flew off of Bahn's metal gloves when Fang's dagger came into contact. Bahn blocked and parried the attacks quite easily and followed up with a few quick strikes into Fang's face. A lould sound of metal hitting flesh was heard. Fang staggered back and sloshed out of the water toward the bank. Bahn leapt out of the water, towards the bank, and tossed his drenched trenchcoat aside.
They both stood up on the rocky bank, back to a staring contest. Fang bit his lip, and tasted his blood that resulted from Bahn's punch. "Hmph. It seems I was a bit carelesss." Fang spoke.
Bahn laughed hystericly, "You call that careless? Ha! I call it unskilled! Who taught you to fight? Fuckin' Mickey Mouse?!"
Fang merely smiled. He rushed at Bahn whil reaching for his plasma shot. One. Low. Charge. Left. He needed to get the metal gloves off of him. He came within inches of Bahn and then somersaulted over him. As he landed, Bahn turned around to face his opponent. Fang aimed down and fired.
"You fuck!" Bahn yelled as he scrambled to take off his heated gloves. He quickly recovered and kicked Fang's now useless gun from his hands. He stepped inward and kicked Fang in the side. Fang skidded back a few feet from the powerful kick. Bahn flashed a psycotic grin. Fang knew that Bahn was probably on another furmorph racist rampage again, and probably lost control of his mind. Bahn had crossed over that thin line. Bahn's eyes grew more wild and more intense.
"You really are a damn psyco!" Fang said.
"Are you sure? Or is it that I have nothing to fear and nothing to lose?"
Bahn ran at Fang and swung. Fang ducked under and jabbed Bahn in the kidneys. Bahn staggered back and Fang tried to follow-up with an outside crescent kick but Bahn grabbed him by the ankle. He swung Fang around abd sent him crashing into a bench.Fang dropped to the cold wet ground, gasping for much needed air. Bahn ran over to Fang and attempted to kick the weasel in the side. Fang caught his foot and pushed off of it. Bahn spun into the air and landed on a bench behind him. He stood up quickly. Bahn was surprised by Fang's small show of power. Bahn went to sweep Fang but Fang flipped onto one hand and kicked the human in the face. bahn staggered back and weilded his last remaining gun. His 9mm. He fired at Fabg as he stepped back. Fang jumped off of the bench as became riddled with bullets. As Bahn motioned to reload, Fang took the offensive. He ran at Bahn and punched at him, Bahn dodged and swung. They stood past each other, back-to-back. Bahn and Fang stood, motionless and tired. Fang suddenly felt a shockwave of pain radiate throughout his body. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Bahn holding a dagger, pointing it to the air. Blood was dripping off of it. Fang had been cut in the side when Bahn swung. He thought Bahn was relaoding his gun when he actually drew a knife. Fang fell to the ground.
He looked up in a daze. The sky was clear and starry. Bahn walked over to intruppt his stargazing.
"You die now!" He exclaimed as he raised his gun over Fang's head. "Good-bye, fuzzbucket!"
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared from behind Bahn. Bahn heard the steps and spun around and fired at the stranger. The figure dodged the fire. The figure stood up when Bahn had run out of bullets.
"Who are you?" Bahn said while looking at the tall cat, he couldn't make out the face.
"You already know," the figure plainly said. He charged at Bahn, when he came close, he jumped over the human and sa he did, he kickled him in the back of the head. The figure turned around and swept Bahn off of his feet. The cat took out a gun and aimed at Bahn's shoulder and fired. Bahn winced in pain and began reaching into his pocket.
"Come Fang, this duel is over," the cat said as he picked up Fang from the grond and put his limp body over his shoulder. Bahn, still on the ground, held a grenade in his hand and began to laugh. He staggered to his feet, blood ran over his shoulder and down his arm.
"You will not escape!" Bahn yelled with a wild gaze and a huge grin. He was clutching the grenade in his right hand.
The cat turned to face Bahn. He slowly shook his head, "What a disgrace! Going back on your word."
"You're the disgrace!" Bahn said psycoticly, "You have interfered with my fun!" he continued while pulling the metal pin from the grenade. He tossed the grenade and to baounce to the cat's feet.
"Dammit Bahn!" the cat yelled as he jumped into the nearby trees. In mid-leap the grenade exploded, sending all three of them into the air. Bahn was thrown back, into the park's fountain. But the can and Fang was ingulfed in a bright light, then disappeared.
Bahn sloshed his way off of the fountain, holding his shoulder. "Damn! Ivan saved him!"
Overhead, flying above the explosion.............
"....what has happened? I heard a commotion out there." Rouge's radio link blurted.
"I can't find Nack, its as if he had disappeared......" She replied.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Grey Wolf: Nack finds that this previous 'student' of Ivan had some connection with a horrible deed done years ago. But who was this mysterious person who came to his aid? Find out in the next chapter: The Deal. (Please Review!)
The Disclaimer 3000: beep beep beep beep *(Sonic the Hedgehog and all related characters are property of SONIC TEAM. Zelkin, Bahn Lock, Silver, the G.E.A.R., the Oak, ?????* the Cat are property of Grey Wolf Inc.)* disclaiming complete.
Grey Wolf: Howdy! I would like to introduce the co-author of this story, Danny R., known here as Tigaris or White Tigar. During a disscusion about our ideas, we decided to do a prequel to the Prower Saga. He's one of the best action writers I know. For those who don't know, (Those that haven't read the intro in the Prower Saga, or our Bio.) I am the boss around here in Grey Wolf Inc.. Tigaris is sort of my right hand man and Zelkin has been slacking off recently, so we don't expect much from him. We are close friends with other writers: Butt Joke Inc.'s Gino and fellow Orange Park Florida resident, Angiethecat.
Tigaris: Sup! I'm helping Adam's (Grey Wolf's) Venomous Fang story while he tries to complete the first Sonic Gaiden. We both hope that you're enjoying this story. I would also like to inform you of "Shining Fate". They are a collection of short action stories that will be posted in the 'originals'. Due out in mid-summer.
Grey Wolf: Chapter 3: The Duel and the Deal. Dance puppets! Dance!
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Four months later......
"Are ya' sure that you will be okay?" ????? said with a touch of a twnaged southern accent. He hated his accent, he felt ignorant, especially when he talked to women he liked. He tried to shake it off, but it always came back.
"I can manage an' all out here," Big replied to his guest. The guest, looked like the spitting image of himself, exept tall and skinny. As if Big got a liposuction job. "Dis' is da place for me."
"But why?" The guest replied. He turned around, looking around to the dense jungle that enveloped his big cousin's bungalow.
"I like the fishin' 'portunity this place, uh, Station Square." Big replied. "I think, 'da, its a callin', I reckon."
"But you'd be all alone out here by yourself," ????? said. "All of our family and friends would worry about you. "?!..what the?!" ???? said as he turned his head to see his purple and black striped tail meet the mouth of a small. Green. Frog. "Stupid frog!" He said as he whipped his tail and the frog flew into a bush.
"Hey! Don't hurt Froggy!" Big complained. He got up from sitting on the ground, (It took him a while, granted.) and shifted his hands in the bush the frog fell into. "Buddy are you okay?" He said as he held the frog in his hands.
"Ribbit!"
"I'm glad to hear that." Big replied. ????? just ran his hand over his head, brushing his long ears to his back.
"Well, if i cain't (yes, I spelled it wrong on purpose) change 'ya mind, then bye Big."????? said.
"Buh-bye." Big replied. "Stay the big he-ro of Khole town." He said as he waved to the tall purple cat as he hopped over the small stream.
"Don't worry about that, Big!" He said as he walked through the path.
Across the Aquatic Ocean...........
"Three hundred sixty six...................three hundred sixty seven............" The mass of well-toned purple and white fur said as it curled up and down. It was Fang, hanging off of the suspended horizontal bar that hung from the ceiling by his knees, curling up and down, and dripping sweat onto the floor. Ivan walked into the room. "Three hundred sixty eight.........three hundred sixty nine....." Fang continued.
"I have some news." Ivan said.
"Three hundred seventy...........what is it?..........Three hundred seventy one....." Fang said between his reps.
"I have pieced together a new item for you." Ivan said.
"..........three hundred seventy two....great.......three hundred seventy three......" Fang said.
"You may want to take a rest...." Ivan said.
"Three hundred seventy four.........no, every minute of training counts........." Fang said as he felt the last reserves of his endurance drain away. "........three hundred ssseeevvnntyyy fffffff-...."
"Don't strain yourself." Ivan said as he watched Fang.
"..-ssseeeevvvennntyyyyy ffffiivveee...........threeeeeee....hunnnndreee......damn!" Fang exhaled as he stopped his rep and let his body and arms hang down. "Damn! I never reach four hundred!"
Ivan nearly laughed at himself when Fang said this. When he was Fang's age, he could barely do two, and now Fang curses himself for not being able to do four hundred. Fang dropped off of the bar, and landed on his feet. He took a towel from the top of his dresser and wiped the sweat from the fur of his face. Fang looks diffrent than the one we saw in that transformation four months ago. He isn't buff, but the muscles on his body were well-toned enough so you could see the lines of his tone underneath his fur. He had completely lost his 'teddy bear belly'. Fang nodded his head and followed Ivan to the laboratory.
"Here it is." Ivan said as he handed Fang a pair of black and yellow boots.
"Wow," Fang said sarcasticly. "You really outdone yourself this time, Ivan. You have made a pair of.......boots."
Ivan ahemed and continued talking, oblivious to Fang's remark. " These are Quickboots. They are able to let you stick to ceilings, walls, and the like. They also highten your jumping ability."
"I suppose that i'll use 'em," Fang replied. "But I don't think that I wold need them." He said as he took the boots out of Ivan's hands and slipped them on his feet. In an instatnt, a few hologram screens popped up all over the room plastered with the face of a young man. He looked young, with glaring brown eyes that almost seem black. He had black hair, with white streaks in his bangs, messy and pointing out in several directions. Target Sight implants were seen on his face.
"GOOD EVENING, IVAN!" the stranger yelled. His voice echoed through the room. "I see that you have another puppet to do your dirtywork!" He claimed. "You're begining to go senile, old RAT!"
"Who is this joker?" Fang remarked.
"Joker?!" the man complained. Fang looked closer at the picture and recognized the face.
"Y-you're the bastard who went through Khole City, killing every antromorph in sight!" Fang said in horror.
"That's right!" the man said with a devious smile on his face. "Bahn Lock! I started the one-man massacre of Khole!"
"What the hell do you want?!" Ivan demanded.
"I would like to have a friendly duel with that weasel you are employing," Bahn said as he looked over at Fang. It seems that can he see them through a camera in the room.
"We don't need your trouble, Bahn." Ivan said.
"Oh, cowards eh?" Bahn taunted.
"I'm not a coward!" Fang testified. "I accept."
"Good. Good," Bahn nodded. "Station Square Park, nine-o clock." He said as the picture dissapeard. But not without a sick grin.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ivan asked Fang. "I know that your training is complete, but were talking about a psyco here."
"I'll get ready to leave." Fang said. "That man killed innocent furnorphs in cold blood, it's a personal matter."
G.U.N. headquarters in Station Square................
"You two will be splitting up for solo assignments," The large and tall bat said to the young women sitting on the other end of the large desk, he looked as if he had seen many things, but half of which should not be told to the soft-hearted. He was wearing the G.U.N. uniform, the black 'G' shirt and black pants, over this was a silver jacket with a large red 'G' on the back. His large, black, and muscular wings were trying to take up as little space as possible, with the 'elbows' of his wings popping up, behind his shoulders. 'James' was on his name tag."I know that it was said that you two would be partners in one of these missions."
"I wouldn't mind at all," Amy replied.
"Sure, we could go solo." Rouge added. Rouge and Amy were two G.U.N. spies, straight out of training. They both were stationed in Station Square's military department.
"Amy, this is yours," James said as he slipped a light-brown folder. She opened it and took out a few photos and looked at them.
"Sonic the Hedgehog," the bat said. "You will monitor his movements. His discovery of being able to use the Chaos Emeralds have us worried. Your cover is an innocent girl that hails from Never Lake. You need to confront Robotnik and be captured. After you arrive in his base, you need to take some photos of some of his new work and the new Sonic clone he is working on. You will set out tomorrow."
"Yes sir." Amy replied. James got out of his chair and went through the file cabinet on the wall of the room. Rouge looked at the pictures that Amy was looking at.
"Sonic the Hedgehog, eh?" Rouge commented. "I hope that works out well for you." Amy cocked an eyebrow at Rouge and Amy took another look at the picture.
"Hmm... who knows?" Amy said. "Only time will tell." The bat came back to the desk and slid Rouge a gray folder.
"Rouge, your assignment also has you tailing a person," James said. "Nack the Weasel. He has changed and now he has a new employer. We intercepted a communicae' about him meeting another dangerous man, Bahn Lock, in Station Square Central Park, to face off in a duel. Follow him, and get as much information as possible. You might be following him for a while. It's your job to see what he's up to."
"Yes sir." Rouge replied. "I won't fail, dad."
"I know you won't." James replied.
Station Square Central Park................
"Fang! Where are you?! a man wrapped in a long and black trenchcoat said while standing on a thick tree branch. He looked at his watch, '9:10' and looked around. He spotted a male human S.S.P.D. officer, probably the night watchman, walking across the small bridge that spanned the small creek that ran its couse through the park. "I guess I'll have some fun while I wait." Bahn said to himself. He took out a handgun from the inside pocket of his trenchcoat and pointed it at the guard's shoulder. The Target Sight implants on his face lit up his eyes. '+' 150.22131 feet LOCKED'. He pulled the trigger.
Bang
The bullet hit the police officer, glanced to the side, and tore through the skin and bone on his shoulder. Bahn watched as the man slumped up against the rail of the bridge and cursed in pain. Bahn pulled the trigger once more and watched as an object slugged through the watchman's temple and out of the other, blowing his brains out over the water. A tall figure approached the mess. It was Fang. He looked at Bahn's handiwork, he was nither impressed or amused. Bahn leapt out of his hiding place and landed on one of the bridge's tall and elaborate support pillars with a sort of carefree ease.
"I see that you're not a pasty furball anymore." Bahn said as he stood on the pillar on one foot. "Not like the pussy you used to be." He said as he leapt off of the pillar and landed next to Fang. Bahn began to slowly circle him, sizing up his opponent. Fang wasn't miffed at all by this. "Tell me, what is the purpose of deuling in the park?" Fang asked. He walked toward the fountain in the middle of the park. In the center of the fountain, a statue of a scantly-clad fox woman holding a jar, with the jar pouring water into the small pool.
"Because!" Bahn said as he circled. "G.U.N. would certainly want their hands on the loser, this makes the stakes higher!" He said to the tall white and purple weasel. Bahn stopped circling, and halted. He stood in front of Fang. They both glared at each other. Thier Target Sights lit up and ajusted to the dim light. They both heard the crickets in the grass, chirping. Bahn could smell the Fear coming from Fang, he knew that he was afraid. This is the man who mindlessly killed half a population of a city.
"What are the rules?" Fang asked the man.
"Nothing fancy, just guns, and hand-to-hand," Bahn said. "None of that Ryukker bullshit and no traps." Bahn reached into a pocket and tossed a few black orbs to the cobble stone ground. Fang recognized them as grenades. They returned to glaring each other down.
"Say when..," Bahn said, nearly making Fang jump. He smirked at this. Bahn clenched his fists. Which made a hollow crinkling sound. Fang looked at Bahn's hands and saw the metal gloves his opponent was wearing.
Fang just stared more intensely. 'Is this asshole mocking me?' He thought angrily to himself.
The wind shifted slightly and that's when bahn decided to make his move. He suddenly reached into a inside pocket and pulled out a 9mm handgun. fang noticed the movement and quickly reached for his. His trenchcoat fluttered in the air as he pushed it away. Taking the gun out of its holster. He immedeately began firing. Bahn had very little time to side-step the bullets and deliver his own. Fang, who was faster, felt the bullets miss as he dodged them. He ran and jumped behind one of the park benches.
"A flaky shot, aren't we?" Fang yelled in a cocky tone.
He tumble-rolled from behind the bench and immedeately targeted Bahn. He let loose a barrage of bullets, and Bahn ran out of the line of fire, toward the bridge, with a few bullets shooting holes in his trenchcoat. He switched over to a plasma shot handgun while Fang reloaded. Bahn ran backwards as he fired at Fang. The heated blasts nearly snagged Fang in the arm, and he jumped into the stream. Bahn ran up to the high point of the arch on the bridge, shoving the dead policeman's body out of the way, on the side where he saw Fang dive into the water.
"Take this!" PhoooMT-PhooMT! Bahn's plasma gun screamed while projecting the bright green and blue blasts. He had forgotten to wrap his wrists before arming himself with the gun, and now the recoil was hurting his hand like hell. With the recoil pounding against the metal gloves on his hands, he ignored the pain and kept shooting at the shadowy figure in the water. On the other side of the battle, Fang was swimming underwater in the shoulder-high depth of the water, trying his best to avoid the plasma charges. He removed his soaked trenchcoat, and left it behind in the water, and quickly swam under the bridge. He spotted him! Bahn spotted a shadow in the water and quickly riddled it with plasma-fodder! "Heh heh! It was easy making short work of that flea circus!"
Fang emerged from the water under the bridge to see plasma shots hit his trenchcoat. 'That's what you think, bub.' Fang thought to himself as he took out a chaos gun from the bandoleer that he left on when he took off the trenchcoat. He carefully aimed a shot near the edge of the bridge where Bahn was standing, and pulled the trigger. The bridge was struck, and it slowly warped, as if it was melting. Then it exploded into large chunks. Bahn lost his footing and fell into the water. Fang sloshed his way to the bank of the stream. His slickened fur was reflecting light from the sparse light streaming from the lamposts in the park. He had his dagger drawn, waiting and ready.
Bahn surfaced from the water, coughing and sputtering. "I didn't think you were smart enough to use your coat as a decoy like that. I did not know a fleabitten furball can outsmart me like that," he said between coughs. He slipped a knife into his hand, with the blade facing down, ready to stab.
"I'm not a furball!" Fang said as he splashed water up in the air, vieling Bahn's sight and making his Target Sight target the millions of droplets. He was blinded by the display. Fang lunged at Bahn as if there wasn't any water at all. Bahn was not easily caught off gaurd, he blocked Fang's knife attacks. Sparks flew off of Bahn's metal gloves when Fang's dagger came into contact. Bahn blocked and parried the attacks quite easily and followed up with a few quick strikes into Fang's face. A lould sound of metal hitting flesh was heard. Fang staggered back and sloshed out of the water toward the bank. Bahn leapt out of the water, towards the bank, and tossed his drenched trenchcoat aside.
They both stood up on the rocky bank, back to a staring contest. Fang bit his lip, and tasted his blood that resulted from Bahn's punch. "Hmph. It seems I was a bit carelesss." Fang spoke.
Bahn laughed hystericly, "You call that careless? Ha! I call it unskilled! Who taught you to fight? Fuckin' Mickey Mouse?!"
Fang merely smiled. He rushed at Bahn whil reaching for his plasma shot. One. Low. Charge. Left. He needed to get the metal gloves off of him. He came within inches of Bahn and then somersaulted over him. As he landed, Bahn turned around to face his opponent. Fang aimed down and fired.
"You fuck!" Bahn yelled as he scrambled to take off his heated gloves. He quickly recovered and kicked Fang's now useless gun from his hands. He stepped inward and kicked Fang in the side. Fang skidded back a few feet from the powerful kick. Bahn flashed a psycotic grin. Fang knew that Bahn was probably on another furmorph racist rampage again, and probably lost control of his mind. Bahn had crossed over that thin line. Bahn's eyes grew more wild and more intense.
"You really are a damn psyco!" Fang said.
"Are you sure? Or is it that I have nothing to fear and nothing to lose?"
Bahn ran at Fang and swung. Fang ducked under and jabbed Bahn in the kidneys. Bahn staggered back and Fang tried to follow-up with an outside crescent kick but Bahn grabbed him by the ankle. He swung Fang around abd sent him crashing into a bench.Fang dropped to the cold wet ground, gasping for much needed air. Bahn ran over to Fang and attempted to kick the weasel in the side. Fang caught his foot and pushed off of it. Bahn spun into the air and landed on a bench behind him. He stood up quickly. Bahn was surprised by Fang's small show of power. Bahn went to sweep Fang but Fang flipped onto one hand and kicked the human in the face. bahn staggered back and weilded his last remaining gun. His 9mm. He fired at Fabg as he stepped back. Fang jumped off of the bench as became riddled with bullets. As Bahn motioned to reload, Fang took the offensive. He ran at Bahn and punched at him, Bahn dodged and swung. They stood past each other, back-to-back. Bahn and Fang stood, motionless and tired. Fang suddenly felt a shockwave of pain radiate throughout his body. He looked over his shoulder, and saw Bahn holding a dagger, pointing it to the air. Blood was dripping off of it. Fang had been cut in the side when Bahn swung. He thought Bahn was relaoding his gun when he actually drew a knife. Fang fell to the ground.
He looked up in a daze. The sky was clear and starry. Bahn walked over to intruppt his stargazing.
"You die now!" He exclaimed as he raised his gun over Fang's head. "Good-bye, fuzzbucket!"
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared from behind Bahn. Bahn heard the steps and spun around and fired at the stranger. The figure dodged the fire. The figure stood up when Bahn had run out of bullets.
"Who are you?" Bahn said while looking at the tall cat, he couldn't make out the face.
"You already know," the figure plainly said. He charged at Bahn, when he came close, he jumped over the human and sa he did, he kickled him in the back of the head. The figure turned around and swept Bahn off of his feet. The cat took out a gun and aimed at Bahn's shoulder and fired. Bahn winced in pain and began reaching into his pocket.
"Come Fang, this duel is over," the cat said as he picked up Fang from the grond and put his limp body over his shoulder. Bahn, still on the ground, held a grenade in his hand and began to laugh. He staggered to his feet, blood ran over his shoulder and down his arm.
"You will not escape!" Bahn yelled with a wild gaze and a huge grin. He was clutching the grenade in his right hand.
The cat turned to face Bahn. He slowly shook his head, "What a disgrace! Going back on your word."
"You're the disgrace!" Bahn said psycoticly, "You have interfered with my fun!" he continued while pulling the metal pin from the grenade. He tossed the grenade and to baounce to the cat's feet.
"Dammit Bahn!" the cat yelled as he jumped into the nearby trees. In mid-leap the grenade exploded, sending all three of them into the air. Bahn was thrown back, into the park's fountain. But the can and Fang was ingulfed in a bright light, then disappeared.
Bahn sloshed his way off of the fountain, holding his shoulder. "Damn! Ivan saved him!"
Overhead, flying above the explosion.............
"....what has happened? I heard a commotion out there." Rouge's radio link blurted.
"I can't find Nack, its as if he had disappeared......" She replied.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Grey Wolf: Nack finds that this previous 'student' of Ivan had some connection with a horrible deed done years ago. But who was this mysterious person who came to his aid? Find out in the next chapter: The Deal. (Please Review!)