Sonic had arrived at the front door of the Planning Building. He disliked this building for obvious reasons. To mention one, just look back two chapters, in which he had witnessed his best friend blown apart. He had been told by a suit to go to the fourth floor, the hospital.
"Oh it's you," Lucky Seven said as Sonic walked into Tails room, "I guess I should come clean, about every thing. The Tails you knew for the last few days was….. fake. Here is the real Tails. Great so good of you to understand, I'll be going now, and you can leave anytime you want, just slap Tails a few times and he should wake up." And without letting Sonic say a word Lucky Seven left the room and went to the observatory. The observatory was a surveillance room in which one could observe any selected room in the Planning Building, it was located just a few rooms down so he did not have to walk far.
"There you are." Number One said as he walked in. The observatory had an unnecessary amount of people in it. Eight to be more precise, and all of them were looking at a single screen, which made perfect sense cause there was only one in the room. The screen displayed a picture of room which was conveniently given number of 5. The interest of this room was not that it had been given the number five, but cause of a little clone which had been blown apart the day before.
"What are we going to do with him?" Lucky Seven said when he saw the screen.
"We're going to make him one of us." Number One replied
"We're going to give him a gun?" Quad Damage (AKA Four Eyes) asked.
"No, well maybe." Number One answered. "We're going to make him a member of H Team. His memory has to be messed up so we simply give him a new name, tell him that he came from Water and say his with us."
"What are we going to call him?"
"His new name shall be Blood."
"Why?"
"It suits him." Number One said while plugging in a microphone. "Hey little blood dried fur ball, it is I, your commander. Hey, get up!"
The clone just mumbled and opened his eyes. He had no memory of what had happened to him, ever, yet he knew how to talk. He got up and looked himself. He had two arms, a tail, and two legs, but something was odd about his left side. It took him awhile to realise that having a large blood stained wound there was not normal.
"Blood, good to see you still alive, anyway put on the cloths on the table there, that's a good fur ball. Now do you remember who did this to you?" Number One asked through the microphone.
"No, I don't remember any thing. I don't even remember who I am." The weak reply came.
"Oh good, I mean, well, your names Blood and you're the 21st member of my squad. Your part of H Team, do you remember?"
"H Team, I think so."
"Very good."
8 Ball was having a joy ride in his F-14 Tomcat. He had been told of a floating island and he had decided to investigate. Floating islands were not uncommon to 8 Ball, back on Water there was one known as the Sky Lands. Most H Teams just thought of it as a pitiful island that just happened to be in the sky. 8 Ball however thought no different. His interest in the island was not how pitiful it was, but what kept it afloat and of its guardian, Knuckles.
"Some great expedition this turned out to be. Join up and be part of the strike force that takes back New Water. I wish I just stayed with my quieting…." 8 Ball sentence was suddenly interrupted by a thump on his right wing. Annoyed he look out his window only to see an echidna punching holes in his wing. 8 Ball noted the creature while radioing back to HQ. He was red skinned with what looked liked a small yellowish patch on his right cheek and a black scare over his eye. His head quills were tied together with a blue rope and he wore white gloves. The gloves were not friendly looking, not something you would ware just to keep your hands warm with, they were more like the gloves you would ware to tell some one that you disliked them very much and that you would try to kill them within the next minute. The most obvious reason that these gloves did not look at all inviting was most likely because of the two sharp metal spikes poking out of them. The echidna had what looked a light blue dog collar on his left arm, and to top it off he wore a belt for no apparent reason. The last thing 8 Ball noted about this red freak of all things natural was his shoes. The shoes were brown with a belt strap on each of them instead of a shoe lace. The advantages of having a belt to strap on your shoe are rather large. The echidna's shoes seemed also to have metal sidings for the extra bit of effect. 8 Ball could no longer observe this echidna any more on account that it smashed him in the head.
"Oh it's you," Lucky Seven said as Sonic walked into Tails room, "I guess I should come clean, about every thing. The Tails you knew for the last few days was….. fake. Here is the real Tails. Great so good of you to understand, I'll be going now, and you can leave anytime you want, just slap Tails a few times and he should wake up." And without letting Sonic say a word Lucky Seven left the room and went to the observatory. The observatory was a surveillance room in which one could observe any selected room in the Planning Building, it was located just a few rooms down so he did not have to walk far.
"There you are." Number One said as he walked in. The observatory had an unnecessary amount of people in it. Eight to be more precise, and all of them were looking at a single screen, which made perfect sense cause there was only one in the room. The screen displayed a picture of room which was conveniently given number of 5. The interest of this room was not that it had been given the number five, but cause of a little clone which had been blown apart the day before.
"What are we going to do with him?" Lucky Seven said when he saw the screen.
"We're going to make him one of us." Number One replied
"We're going to give him a gun?" Quad Damage (AKA Four Eyes) asked.
"No, well maybe." Number One answered. "We're going to make him a member of H Team. His memory has to be messed up so we simply give him a new name, tell him that he came from Water and say his with us."
"What are we going to call him?"
"His new name shall be Blood."
"Why?"
"It suits him." Number One said while plugging in a microphone. "Hey little blood dried fur ball, it is I, your commander. Hey, get up!"
The clone just mumbled and opened his eyes. He had no memory of what had happened to him, ever, yet he knew how to talk. He got up and looked himself. He had two arms, a tail, and two legs, but something was odd about his left side. It took him awhile to realise that having a large blood stained wound there was not normal.
"Blood, good to see you still alive, anyway put on the cloths on the table there, that's a good fur ball. Now do you remember who did this to you?" Number One asked through the microphone.
"No, I don't remember any thing. I don't even remember who I am." The weak reply came.
"Oh good, I mean, well, your names Blood and you're the 21st member of my squad. Your part of H Team, do you remember?"
"H Team, I think so."
"Very good."
8 Ball was having a joy ride in his F-14 Tomcat. He had been told of a floating island and he had decided to investigate. Floating islands were not uncommon to 8 Ball, back on Water there was one known as the Sky Lands. Most H Teams just thought of it as a pitiful island that just happened to be in the sky. 8 Ball however thought no different. His interest in the island was not how pitiful it was, but what kept it afloat and of its guardian, Knuckles.
"Some great expedition this turned out to be. Join up and be part of the strike force that takes back New Water. I wish I just stayed with my quieting…." 8 Ball sentence was suddenly interrupted by a thump on his right wing. Annoyed he look out his window only to see an echidna punching holes in his wing. 8 Ball noted the creature while radioing back to HQ. He was red skinned with what looked liked a small yellowish patch on his right cheek and a black scare over his eye. His head quills were tied together with a blue rope and he wore white gloves. The gloves were not friendly looking, not something you would ware just to keep your hands warm with, they were more like the gloves you would ware to tell some one that you disliked them very much and that you would try to kill them within the next minute. The most obvious reason that these gloves did not look at all inviting was most likely because of the two sharp metal spikes poking out of them. The echidna had what looked a light blue dog collar on his left arm, and to top it off he wore a belt for no apparent reason. The last thing 8 Ball noted about this red freak of all things natural was his shoes. The shoes were brown with a belt strap on each of them instead of a shoe lace. The advantages of having a belt to strap on your shoe are rather large. The echidna's shoes seemed also to have metal sidings for the extra bit of effect. 8 Ball could no longer observe this echidna any more on account that it smashed him in the head.