- The True Meaning of Love -/
By Unit 03
Ages: Sonic: -18 Amy: -15 Knuckles: -19 Tails: -13 Rouge: -20
Special Thanks to my good friend Miguel for doing the beta reading.
CHAPTER 3: Preparations
After giving Amy some final comforting, Rouge proceeded to show Amy where they would go next. They walked out of the office with a couple of agents right behind them. They walked into a narrow hallway. The men moved to each side, looking for anyone. Rouge tapped the wall on a rather nondescript area. To Amy's surprise, a moment later part of the wall moved, revealing an elevator hidden inside. The letters 'G.U.N.' were briefly visible as the doors opened along with the wall. The girls stepped inside, and the doors closed behind them.
"We're going to give you some equipment before we go."
"Okay." Amy spoke softly. She couldn't find words for the moment. Before long, they were one floor below ground level. The doors opened up to a rather large open place, full of giant monitors. Orange flashing lights signaled the start of their mission. One man in green fatigues came to them holding a medium sized box.
"Miss Rose," said the young man in fatigues. "This is for you. Miss Rouge will brief you on the items." He gave the box to Amy, which wasn't very heavy at all.
"Come on, honey. I'll show you the locker room. You can change in there." Rouge walked in front of Amy until they reached a door clearly labeled 'Women's Locker Room'. Rouge held the door open as they both walked inside. There were several rows of black lockers. They were the tall type too, not those cheap small lockers everyone gets in high school. "This way. You can put your stuff here." They came to locker marked 021. "Here's the key. I'll be over there if you need me."
"Thanks." Amy opened the box. The first thing she saw was a black uniform. She sat down and took off her boots, setting them at the bottom of the locker. Putting the suit on the bench, she proceeded to undress. She carefully folded her pink dress before putting it on a shelf in her locker. For a moment she wore only her white undergarments. She started putting on the one-piece suit. It got a little frustrating when the zipper was conveniently located on her back.
"Rouge, could you give me a hand here?" Rouge came, with an almost unnoticeable giggle.
"Let me give you a hand there." Amy turned around and Rouge quickly zipped her up. Amy found two unfamiliar contraptions still inside the box. As she pulled them out, she glanced at Rouge in a confused manner.
"What are these things for?" Rouge took one of them and put it on Amy like a headband. It had one piece on her ear and another part that extended just next to her mouth.
"This is your communicator, in case we get separated. And this thing," she picked the small, cube-like object. "This is a portable EMP. You can disable any electrical device within ten feet. But it's only good once, so don't waste it."
"Alright, I'll be right outside. I just need a minute."
"Sure thing." Rouge set down the EMP and went out the same door.
Amy checked the locker again, looking through the pockets of her dress. She found what she was looking for: a picture of Sonic. She looked at it for a moment, and then closed her eyes. She thought to herself, 'Sonic, no matter what we do or where we go, I'll still wait for you.' She took the picture and put in her left front pocket. It didn't have room for much more. She closed the locker and locked it up. 021 was right in front of her again. She pulled out a pair of sneakers from the box. Not thirty seconds later, she was ready to go. She stepped outside. Rouge was right at the door waiting for her.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." They walked to the end of the large room and through a set of double doors. Inside was a tiny room with nothing but another set of doors straight ahead and four guards, one at each corner. After going through the second door, the sky was in sight again: just a sliver above a flight of stairs. Once they reached the top, Amy took notice of the helicopter outside waiting for them.
The two boarded the helicopter. Even though the sun was setting, their day was just about to begin. As the blades began spinning faster and faster, Amy's thoughts returned to her hero. 'I hope he'll be alright.'
By Unit 03
Ages: Sonic: -18 Amy: -15 Knuckles: -19 Tails: -13 Rouge: -20
Special Thanks to my good friend Miguel for doing the beta reading.
CHAPTER 3: Preparations
After giving Amy some final comforting, Rouge proceeded to show Amy where they would go next. They walked out of the office with a couple of agents right behind them. They walked into a narrow hallway. The men moved to each side, looking for anyone. Rouge tapped the wall on a rather nondescript area. To Amy's surprise, a moment later part of the wall moved, revealing an elevator hidden inside. The letters 'G.U.N.' were briefly visible as the doors opened along with the wall. The girls stepped inside, and the doors closed behind them.
"We're going to give you some equipment before we go."
"Okay." Amy spoke softly. She couldn't find words for the moment. Before long, they were one floor below ground level. The doors opened up to a rather large open place, full of giant monitors. Orange flashing lights signaled the start of their mission. One man in green fatigues came to them holding a medium sized box.
"Miss Rose," said the young man in fatigues. "This is for you. Miss Rouge will brief you on the items." He gave the box to Amy, which wasn't very heavy at all.
"Come on, honey. I'll show you the locker room. You can change in there." Rouge walked in front of Amy until they reached a door clearly labeled 'Women's Locker Room'. Rouge held the door open as they both walked inside. There were several rows of black lockers. They were the tall type too, not those cheap small lockers everyone gets in high school. "This way. You can put your stuff here." They came to locker marked 021. "Here's the key. I'll be over there if you need me."
"Thanks." Amy opened the box. The first thing she saw was a black uniform. She sat down and took off her boots, setting them at the bottom of the locker. Putting the suit on the bench, she proceeded to undress. She carefully folded her pink dress before putting it on a shelf in her locker. For a moment she wore only her white undergarments. She started putting on the one-piece suit. It got a little frustrating when the zipper was conveniently located on her back.
"Rouge, could you give me a hand here?" Rouge came, with an almost unnoticeable giggle.
"Let me give you a hand there." Amy turned around and Rouge quickly zipped her up. Amy found two unfamiliar contraptions still inside the box. As she pulled them out, she glanced at Rouge in a confused manner.
"What are these things for?" Rouge took one of them and put it on Amy like a headband. It had one piece on her ear and another part that extended just next to her mouth.
"This is your communicator, in case we get separated. And this thing," she picked the small, cube-like object. "This is a portable EMP. You can disable any electrical device within ten feet. But it's only good once, so don't waste it."
"Alright, I'll be right outside. I just need a minute."
"Sure thing." Rouge set down the EMP and went out the same door.
Amy checked the locker again, looking through the pockets of her dress. She found what she was looking for: a picture of Sonic. She looked at it for a moment, and then closed her eyes. She thought to herself, 'Sonic, no matter what we do or where we go, I'll still wait for you.' She took the picture and put in her left front pocket. It didn't have room for much more. She closed the locker and locked it up. 021 was right in front of her again. She pulled out a pair of sneakers from the box. Not thirty seconds later, she was ready to go. She stepped outside. Rouge was right at the door waiting for her.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." They walked to the end of the large room and through a set of double doors. Inside was a tiny room with nothing but another set of doors straight ahead and four guards, one at each corner. After going through the second door, the sky was in sight again: just a sliver above a flight of stairs. Once they reached the top, Amy took notice of the helicopter outside waiting for them.
The two boarded the helicopter. Even though the sun was setting, their day was just about to begin. As the blades began spinning faster and faster, Amy's thoughts returned to her hero. 'I hope he'll be alright.'