Rouge couldn't believe her ears. First of all, the government agency won't
help her until the two teens wake up, and second of all, almost every guy
she met there was trying to ask her out.
"Well, at least tell me what you've found out so far," Rouge mumbled.
"Well, we've found through multiple tests that both teens are genetically identical, all the way to the blonde hair, but seem to have extremely opposite tastes. For example, the electric blue hair of the first teen and the midnight black hair of the other. Also, their legs, of any part of their body, are so dense with muscle that it's surprising they could even move. They must be able to break the speed of sound if they do move at all, but I'm still concerned about how they breathe at such speeds. This said, they either found a way to cheat their breath or they can hold their breath for almost infinite amounts of time," the scientist told her.
"Tell me something I don't know..." she grumbled, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. The scientist at the other side of the desk looked concerned, so she continued. "Why don't you try hitting them with different radio wavelengths? What if they react to some sort of frequency? And what about the star mark on their hands? And the fact that they can't let go of each other?" she asked.
"We could try the frequency idea, but I don't know what it will do to benefit our research... As for the star marking, it looks like a tattoo, but nothing so far tells us that the mark is ink under their skin. Almost every test suggests that the mark is, in fact, melanin that has gathered in such high potencies that it has actually turned their skin black. However, how it could appear in such organized patterns baffles me."
"What about the fact that they can't let go of each other's wrist?!" Rouge hissed, getting very impatient as she watched her three days tick by, second by second.
"I'm sorry! I was getting to that!" the scientist called, holding up his hands to show he was innocent, though of what he was not quite sure. "All we know is that their hands seem to be in a type of suspended animation separate from their bodies. Like rigamortis, but restrained to only their hands."
"I see..." Rouge mumbled to herself. If only the scientists weren't so slow with their investigations...!
"I'll be out for a while. Keep things going around here, okay?" she asked, sounding friendly but being completely serious of her request.
"Alright. Is there anything else I can do for—"
Rouge slammed the office door shut before he could finish. Today was not a good day for her, but then again, the recent days haven't been good either. What was going on that was screwing her up so much?
Rouge held her head as she walked out. Maybe she should follow Knuckles or something. Then she would get the Emeralds and all the other jewels for herself! It would be perfect that way!
She smiled to herself. Maybe today wasn't going to be that bad after all!
Rouge walked up to her car and pulled the car door handle. The convertible beeped twice and unlocked, mostly because it had recognized the woven microprogram threads in her gloves. However, before she could open the car door, someone grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, allowing her to see his whole face.
It was Knuckles, and he did not look happy.
"Well, at least tell me what you've found out so far," Rouge mumbled.
"Well, we've found through multiple tests that both teens are genetically identical, all the way to the blonde hair, but seem to have extremely opposite tastes. For example, the electric blue hair of the first teen and the midnight black hair of the other. Also, their legs, of any part of their body, are so dense with muscle that it's surprising they could even move. They must be able to break the speed of sound if they do move at all, but I'm still concerned about how they breathe at such speeds. This said, they either found a way to cheat their breath or they can hold their breath for almost infinite amounts of time," the scientist told her.
"Tell me something I don't know..." she grumbled, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. The scientist at the other side of the desk looked concerned, so she continued. "Why don't you try hitting them with different radio wavelengths? What if they react to some sort of frequency? And what about the star mark on their hands? And the fact that they can't let go of each other?" she asked.
"We could try the frequency idea, but I don't know what it will do to benefit our research... As for the star marking, it looks like a tattoo, but nothing so far tells us that the mark is ink under their skin. Almost every test suggests that the mark is, in fact, melanin that has gathered in such high potencies that it has actually turned their skin black. However, how it could appear in such organized patterns baffles me."
"What about the fact that they can't let go of each other's wrist?!" Rouge hissed, getting very impatient as she watched her three days tick by, second by second.
"I'm sorry! I was getting to that!" the scientist called, holding up his hands to show he was innocent, though of what he was not quite sure. "All we know is that their hands seem to be in a type of suspended animation separate from their bodies. Like rigamortis, but restrained to only their hands."
"I see..." Rouge mumbled to herself. If only the scientists weren't so slow with their investigations...!
"I'll be out for a while. Keep things going around here, okay?" she asked, sounding friendly but being completely serious of her request.
"Alright. Is there anything else I can do for—"
Rouge slammed the office door shut before he could finish. Today was not a good day for her, but then again, the recent days haven't been good either. What was going on that was screwing her up so much?
Rouge held her head as she walked out. Maybe she should follow Knuckles or something. Then she would get the Emeralds and all the other jewels for herself! It would be perfect that way!
She smiled to herself. Maybe today wasn't going to be that bad after all!
Rouge walked up to her car and pulled the car door handle. The convertible beeped twice and unlocked, mostly because it had recognized the woven microprogram threads in her gloves. However, before she could open the car door, someone grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, allowing her to see his whole face.
It was Knuckles, and he did not look happy.