"Sonic! Sonic, wake up!!"
"Zzz…oh yeah…don't stop those legs…zz-"
"SONIC!"
"AH!"
Sonic tumbled off the couch with a yelp, taking down the mutli-coloured cushions with him. In a daze he looked around the room and came to realize that his wet dream had ended.
"What do you want, Amy??" he scowled.
"Oh my God, Angel's disappeared!"
"What??"
"Me and Tails can't find her anywhere!"
Sonic stood up; carefully observing his surroundings. The bowl of Cheetos Angel had once been holding lay destroyed on the ground while the small cheesy puffs were scattered randomly around the area. A crushed Sierra Mist soft drink can also sat among the cheesy treats.
"Where would she have gone?!"
"…Let's look outside."
Still, they saw nothing as the calm wind blew ripples on the endless plain of grass. But, within the green wave Amy's eye caught a small metallic item. She ambled towards it, raising it up into the air and looking it over as she handed it to Sonic.
"Do you think this means anything?" she asked, watching the metal of the wrench glisten in the sunlight.
"Tails never leaves his tools around carelessly like that…"
"You don't think someone attacked her, did you!?"
Sonic remained silent as he dropped the tool. It was very possible someone could have seized the wrench from the garage and knocked her out, or perhaps she was using the utensil as self defense.
"We have to find her!" Amy cried in despair as she looked into Sonic's radiant jade eyes who returned the gaze of despondency.
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"It's almost 1:00," Angel announced as she looked at the computer clock, "do you really think we should go?"
"We have to; we don't have any other choice."
"But, where are we going to get $5,000 in cash??"
"I've got it covered."
Shadow reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out an unmarked envelope which he handed to Angel.
"There are vaults around here the G.U.N. soldiers didn't know about. All the money needed to create these projects and experiments were all kept there, so I just simply cracked the code and took 5,000 bucks. No one else was going to use the money so what the hell."
Angel nodded her head in agreement, and handed the envelope back to him when a winged shape arrived at the doorway.
"Do we have any news- oh…?"
Angel's deep russet eyes met Rouge's sapphires in a way almost threatening. The room hushed except for the noise of the computer's hard drive reading a disk.
"Uh…Angel…this is Rouge-"
"Yeah, I know. We've met before…"
"Well, aren't we the sourpuss?" Rouge responded as she put her hand on her hip in annoyance; "Anyways, Shadow, have you found anything?"
Shadow turned to Angel, and then to the computer screen. Together, they explained everything that happened the preceding night-the chatroom, the emerald, the nightclub, everything. As they told their story, they made their way towards the capsule Shadow used to reach the Mystic Ruins.
"So he wants us to meet some guy at Whitman's in an hour?"
Shadow nodded his head, "Let's get going. We'll see what happens and if it looks like they're setting us up, I'll blow all those fuckers away."
He punched in precise coordinates to make the pod land in an alley of Station Square (having it land in the middle of the street is a bad idea, no? Had to add that), just a few blocks down from the clothing store. They had to be cautious when on their way there; the threat of an officer spotting them was extremely high and very probable.
After falling from the ARK at a high velocity, the capsule finally reached their destination with only about five minutes to spare. Since it was only designed for one person, Shadow, Rouge, and Angel had difficulty exiting it.
"Alright, we have to get to that store over there without a single person spotting us," said Shadow, "but, Rouge-fly over there and ask if Butch is currently at the store. If he is, call us and we'll run over there as long as it doesn't look like a trap."
"Got it," she said as she extended her long black and amethyst wings, soaring high above the bustling city. She didn't have to fly for long when she came upon her target. She landed gracefully, opening the door as a bell chimed throughout the store.
"May I help you?" asked a store worker.
"Yes, is Butch here today?"
"Oh, so you must be the one the boss was telling me about. But, if I'm mistaken, I thought there were two more?"
Rouge pulled the silver cell phone from her pocket and dialed the number leading to Shadow.
"Everything looks fine," she spoke into the mouthpiece as she looked out the window, "there isn't much traffic either so now's your chance."
Shadow peaked out of the shade of the alley to look around the street. There weren't many vehicles on the road, nor civilians walking along the sidewalk just as Rouge said.
"The coast is clear, follow me." He said as air pumped from the bottom of his hovershoes once he hit high speed. Angel was following close behind him on her in-lines, nervously gazing around her in fear of a witness seeing them.
"Here they come now," Rouge pointed out.
The two hedgehogs opened the door with such force that some of the clothing were blown right off the hangers. Everyone stopped to look at the two newcomers; obviously already hearing about the situation at hand.
"I'm very pleased to meet you, I am Butch Whitman," a short, black middle-aged echidna with a few graying hairs approached Shadow and Angel, extending his hand for a shake, "Mr. Ferrara has already told me much about you. Please, if you would follow me our tailors can get your measurements and give you just the look you need.
Three other echidnas with tape measures around their necks and large, silver make up cases in their hands approached Shadow and the others; leading them into different dressing rooms filled with just the clothes they were looking for.
"There, we are finished!"
The tailor walked over to a giant, full body mirror on wheels and rolled it over to where Angel stood. What she saw in the reflection (Alright, if you're going to continue reading my fic, just remember this word…) was almost unbelievable; she was sporting a dark gray knee-length cocktail dress which was incredibly low-showing off large cleavage. A slit up the side of the dress reached up to her thigh as 5 inch stilettos adorned her feet. Her eyes were heavily done with black eye shadow and lengthy, faux eyelashes. Her lips curved with a deep red-violet shade, and her cheeks were splashed with a bit of rouge. She put a hand clad in a long leather glove to the mirror, wondering if that really was her or not.
She exited the room, seeing that Shadow and Rouge were already done and waiting for her. Rouge looked as slutty as ever, wearing an extremely short, tight crimson red evening dress with a neckline so low you'd think her chest would pop out any minute. Strappy leather boots with spiky pumps reaching her knees matched the leather gloves adorning her arms. But what really surprised Angel was Shadow's new outfit. Jet black sunglasses covered his blood-red eyes as it glistened in the florescent lights of the store. He continued to wear his old, beat-up leather jacket as a tight hoary tank top lay underneath with a small gold medallion hanging around his neck. Baggy black leather pants hung loosely around his waist as he put a smoke into his mouth.
"Heh…nice cleavage girls…" he teased, putting his arms around both of them as a smoke ring flew from his mouth.
"How much is this going to cost us?" Rouge asked; ignoring Shadow's perverted comment.
"Do not worry, the boss has covered everything. However, I am not done with you yet. Please, follow me."
Shadow, Rouge, and Angel followed Butch into the back of the store and out into a dim garage. He flipped the lights on, revealing sports cars of every shade imaginable, any style one could think of, and most of all they were all completely spotless.
"The Aston Martin Vanquish," Butch
said as he approached a small, sleek, flashy black vehicle, "this will be your
car for tonight."
He threw a pair of keys to
Shadow with a petite winged logo reading 'Aston Martin' printed on one of the
keys. Butch clicked a button on the wall next to the door, opening the garage
door leading out into the city.
"Just a few words about the boss," he said, "if you look at him weird, he'll get pissed. Sometimes he'll get pissed for no reason at all, so don't make any gutsy moves."
Butch went back inside of his shop to attend to his next customer. Shadow opened the door into his new ride and sat down among the high quality leather seats. Angel hopped into the front seat as well as Rouge took a seat in the back. The key turned, and Shadow drove out into the metropolis, shifting the gears a few times.
"I gotta stop somewhere real quick," he said as he parked in front of a store with blacked out windows, "you guys stay here, I'll be right back."
Angel and Rouge looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders. Within a few minutes, Shadow emerged from the store, carrying three black boxes: a long one reading "AKs-74u" and two smaller ones labeled, "Desert Eagle". He set two of them into the truck, but took the contents of one of the short boxes out and went back into the driver's seat.
"I don't think we have anything to worry about now," he said as he inserted a magazine into his chrome IMI Desert Eagle .50 Action Express, and cocked it back, "let's get busy."
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^^ It's Sonic meets Vice City! My dad drives an Aston Martin DB7, but the lease is up and he might get a black exterior, black interior Vanquish. Isn't that awesome? I also thought of the idea for this chapter and the next one when I was listening to the song "Get Busy" by Sean Paul, hence the last sentence! Please review and tell me what you think so far!
~Ash