Officer Chávez sat down on a bench as his dinner break began. It wasn't easy to be a beaver on a human-dominated police force, but Central City(not that one, the other one)seemed like the best place to do it. He took a moment to breath in the cool, night air, mixed with the scents of food from various restaurants. He looked down into the bag he had just purchased from a local joint, a simple burger, fries, and a Chaos Cola. Nothing like what his wife made at home, but good enough to sustain a long patrol downtown. Nothing could ruin his mood tonight...

"HEY MAC! OUT OF THE WAY!" Said a voice behind him. Chávez turned just in time for a hawk on an Extreme Gear to zoom by and knock him off his feet, followed by two other birds on similar boards, and 5 GUN Sentry drones before he could even get up. Chávez took a good look at the direction they went before reaching back over for his meal. Yeah, he'd let GUN have that one.

Jet the Hawk laughed as Wave and Storm caught up to him. These GUN Sentries were no match for the Babylon Rogues, and he knew it. "What do we do, boss?" Storm asked, concerned. "We split up, and protect that data, that's what!" Jet replied, beaming with confidence. "We'll shake these guys, then meet up at the rendezvous point!" Wave and Storm nodded as the group separated at the next fork in the road. Two Sentries followed Wave, two more followed Storm. Jet was disappointed that he only got one, but he guessed he'd have to make the most of it.

Jet let the Sentry get just close enough to touch before he pulled back hard, getting far enough behind the drone to have the advantage. The thing started firing stun bolts at him, which Jet easily dodged with aerial tricks, charging up his board as he did it. "STOP IN THE NAME OF GUN!" Came the pre-recorded warning from the Sentry. "Or what?" Jet asked, mockingly. "Excessive force authorized." The Sentry said, matter-of-factly, before deploying much larger blasters. Jet's eyes widened as bolts much quicker and deadlier than the ones before began firing his way. Jet began bobbing and weaving on his board like crazy, just barely dodging the bolts as they came his way. One managed to graze his arm as the Sentry's weapons had to cool off. "Argh! That's enough of that!" Jet said, gritting his teeth from the pain. Quickly getting up to the right distance from the drone, Jet leaped into the air and, carefully aiming, slammed the edge of his board directly into the anti-gravity servos of the Sentry, rendering it unable to fly as it slammed downward and skidded across the ground. "Error. Error." The thing said, as Jet quickly made himself scarce.

Later, Jet met up with Wave and Storm at their agreed-upon rendezvous point. "What happened to your arm, Jet?" Wave asked, pointing to the singe mark the bolt had left. "Oh, that? Bucket of bolts just got a bit uppity is all. I showed it who's boss!" Jet replied, non-chalantly, as he handed her a data bracelet from his wrist. "Just be glad it didn't get my portion of the data, or this whole thing would've been a wash!"

"Yeah. This data should fetch a pretty penny on the black market." Wave said, examining her own data bracelet. "And with Extreme Gear races at an all time low right now, we need the cash." Storm handed his bracelet to her. "Yeah, now that you mention it, there haven't been that many over the past few months. Wonder why that is?"

"Maybe they all finally bowed down to my superior prowess!" Jet said, striking a pose. Wave just rolled her eyes as she loaded the bracelets into a briefcase. "More than likely, they're still recovering from all of the schedule slippage caused by the Metal Virus." Before they could discuss it any further, however, an electronic billboard in front of them switched on, and an orange Tanuki with a crown came on screen. The Babylon Rogues tuned their ears to what was said.