Notes: Sorry! It has been awhile since I updated and I wanted to apologize. I've been doing a lot of drawing lately, and with the last few weeks of school looming I've had my mind on work and such. Anyway, I should hopefully update again soon, and since it's the weekend I'll probably get in another chapter in the next day or so. Hope you all are continuing to enjoy this; if you have any questions or comments about it, feel free to let me know! ~ John Kelly

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The clash of metal rang out as various metal items where knocked to the cold floor of the laboratory. "How the hell can you talk about going after the Emeralds after you saw what happened!?" The blue hedgehog yelled out in rage, his teeth gritted together. The man clad in red adjusted his small black spectacles and snorted, turning away and crossing his arms, slowly tapping his fingers clad in large white gloves against his elbows.

"Look, I may be calm but that does not mean I am feeling any less grief for Miles as you are." Turning back to face Sonic, Eggman frowned. "We cannot let Mile's fate decide the fate of everything; right now the Chaos Emeralds are free reign for a new owner, and we must collect them all before G.U.A.R.D. re-claims them; or someone else decides that they wish to use the emeralds for themselves."

Growling, Sonic stormed off up the stairs to the house's interior. "I need to be alone." He muttered, slamming the door of the lab open and turning back into the house.

Eggman cursed to himself before typing in commands on the computer's terminal, brining up trajectories of items moving across the Earth's surface before suddenly stopping. Turning to the others in the room, he tilted his head towards the screen. "Hopefully you all are more together than Spike-Brain up there. We need to get these things back, and extremely quickly. Now... go get yourselves ready; we're heading out now."

With that, the Red Echidna and White Bat nodded together and turned, running up and into the house. The Pink Hedgehog and Cream-Orange Bunny quickly followed the other two; signs of tears on their cheeks from the loss of their friend.

Eggman stared up the stairs for a moment before closing his eyes and turning. Leaning forward he placed his hands on the computer terminal to hold himself up and sighed. "Forgive me Miles..." he muttered silently. His eyes suddenly shot open and he whipped his head up as an orange light began to flash on-screen and a small icon began moving across the Earth's surface. Staring in awe for a moment, Eggman pounded the terminal with a fist. "How in the hell!?" He cursed, beginning to type in commands to the system. He watched as the icon slowly moved towards a marked G.U.A.R.D. military facility. Eggman sighed; that facility was also used as an emergency touch-down base for G.U.A.R.D. Space military units. "If Mile's signal is heading there... they must have captured him.." Eggman breathed slowly, typing in more commands.

He snorted and let out a laugh as he saw the heart-monitor and other vital signals begin moving; Miles was indeed alive. Wasting no time, Eggman rounded and sprinted off into the Lab, looking for a specific unit. Opening a blast-door, Eggman smirked and adjusted his glasses before running forward and jumping into freshly opened cockpit.

Knuckles and Rouge ran out into the front yard and squinted their eyes, pulling their right arms up and shielding their faces from the dust that was blowing as large jets of air shot out from the ground. A massive mechanical noise roared and a large square of ground suddenly sank down before sliding back under the surrounding area, revealing a darkened launching bay.

Amy and Cream appeared suddenly through the door, blocking the dust form their faces as well before screaming as a monstrous machine shot forth from the bay in the ground and flew up into the clouds. The large red robot's spiked tail hung straight back from the wind and its two large spiked disks on either side spun as it leveled out, banked, changed course and then proceeded in its new direction.

Knuckles spat at the ground and narrowed his eyes. "He tells us to get ready then leaves without telling us where in the hell to go, what a plan." He growled.

Slowly walking out of the house, the still enraged Sonic stared up into the air at the small dot that the robot now shown in the sky. "So, that fool went off by himself did he?"

Rouge looked at Sonic out of the corner of her eye and curled her lip. "Look here Sonic, your anger is clouding your judgment. Eggman obviously has something up his sleeve, so why don't you take that attitude and shove it?"

Sonic sneered and made to say something back before noticing Knuckle's fists clench and his spiked knuckles push outward. Sonic's fist shook enraged for a moment before he stormed back into the house. Rouge simply hmphed as Knuckles un-clenched his fists. "He's heading for trouble..." The Echidna spoke, closing his eyes and frowning. "Sonic has always been a hot-head."

Rouge nodded and placed a gloved hand on Knuckle's shoulder, her eyes softening slightly. Knuckles slowly tilted his head and opened his eyes, staring into the Bat's before he turned towards her and placed a hand on her cheek. "You're one of the few sane people around here..." He spoke, forcing a smile.

Rouge grinned slightly and ran her hand up Knuckle's neck. "You're the one with the most sense." She laughed, tilting her head back towards the house. "This is all driving us apart... and now we've lost Miles.." She winced slightly, her eyes watering gently. "He didn't deserve to go.."

Knuckles slowly growled, looking up towards the contrail the machine had left. "I'm starting to wonder if Eggman did not indeed send Miles to his doom..."

Miles acked as he was tossed into the small jail cell. Whimpering, he skittered to his feet and ran to the Jail cell door as it was slammed shut. Wrapping his small gloved fingers around the bars, Miles' ears sunk down and his eyes began to water. "Soooniiiic.." he whelped, pressing his muzzle between two bars.