Subject: Rouge the Bat
Position: Field operative, scored in the 95th percentile on field exam. Leader of Team Dark. Jewel, espionage and saboteur expert.
Height and weight: 105 cm (3' 5"), 'none of your business'.
Age: 18
Living Relatives: None.
Emergency contacts: Shadow Darke, E-123 Omega, Knuckles the Echidna (non-GUN personnel, located on Angel Island, unaware he is emergency contact).
Relationships: none on record, close with Agent Shadow and Omega.
Previous records: See Operation Shadow, Operation Black Night, and REDACTED files.
Safety notes: DO NOT LEAVE ALONE. Keep all valuables out of sight.
Reason for Report: Agent Rouge demanded a meeting with the fastest available supervisor upon returning from Team Dark's recent mission.
Investigator: Sarah Jones, GUN agent and records keeper.
Begin report.
Subject is furious, and slams her fist down on the table, startling investigator.
"Why the HELL didn't GUN tell Shadow?!"
"I…I really have no idea what you're talking about. I'm the record keeper: I don't know what agents are and aren't told."
"No one told Shadow the country our mission was in was aggressive towards Mobians! I ended up having to explain the entire thing while evading heavy friendly fire!"
Subject is enraged, and investigator is concerned.
"Was anyone hurt?"
Subject scowls, gesturing to a slinged arm. It appears to have been shot and cared for during a battle.
"Gee, I wonder."
"P…perhaps GUN was under the impression Agent Shadow was aware of their feelings."
"HOW?! The only thing he does when not on a mission is read mission reports and sometimes have a race or two: when would he find out?!"
Investigator continues,
"He is a Mobian-"
Subject cuts her off.
"No one knows what he is: not even him! He was also in stasis for 50 years, which is before the hostilities began: why, how, and when would he find out about a small country like REDACTED's racism?!"
Investigator is getting flustered.
"Please calm down: I don't know why he wasn't informed, and I know my reasoning sounds flimsy, but guesses are all I have available for you."
Subject crosses her arms, scowling, but takes a seat and breathes in deeply.
"I'm sorry for yelling, but it was a miracle we managed to get out, and the Commander had the audacity to say we 'took much longer than he expected'. Yeah, we did: getting shot at by supposed allies kind of makes it hard to get things done quickly."
"Is Agent Shadow doing alright? And did you see a med team about that arm?"
Subject rubs her head, sighing heavily in what seems to be either frustration or concern.
"Shadow's doing fine physically: talking to his mom right now to handle the emotion."
"M…mom?"
Investigator questions. Subject chuckles, a small smile appearing.
"Dame Vanilla Bean. She's taken Shadow under her wing for emotional education, so I've started calling her Shadow's mom. And she does basically the exact same thing for everyone who meets the lady, so I suppose I could just call her 'mom' and no one would question it, not even her. No legal documentation, of course. Shadow isn't technically a citizen of any country, and he certainly doesn't have any birth records. If he did, I can guarantee she'd adopt him in a second."
Investigator nods.
"And your arm?"
"I came here first: Omega patched up my arm as we were finishing the mission. Shadow got…angry, and we both know better than to step between him and expressing his anger."
Subject rubs her head, sighing again, seemingly in affection.
"Did anyone else get injured?"
"No: a lot of Eggman robots are molten slag now, though. Omega was a little annoyed Shadow broke them all, but accepted it."
"So Agent Shadow's anger has gotten better?"
Subject scowls, putting her hands on her hips.
"He doesn't hurt people. The only time he did that was right after his best friend and sister was mercilessly shot in the back and he was put into cryostasis by an organization he was told was made to protect humanity, only to be released by someone who is constantly attempting to conquer the world and robotize all of existence. I wonder why he'd be a little confused."
Investigator is shocked. Subject continues,
"No, his anger issue hasn't gotten better: he just tries his best not to get other people involved when he does lose it. He doesn't like the concept of hurting people: it literally makes him sick."
Investigator frowns, confused.
"The concept makes him sick?"
"Yeah: you should have seen him after the Black Arms invasion: it really messed him up. And after what happened with Infinite…well, I'm sure you read his report if you're the records keeper."
Investigator nods, looking concerned.
"Do you think he would respond well to therapy? Or if he needs therapy?"
"Even if I thought he would, he'd never agree to it: talking about emotions was never his…thing. Thanks for offering though: you're the first GUN supervisor to suggest it."
Investigator pulls back, shocked.
"Why on Mobius would no one suggest he get help? It's clear he needs someone he can trust to help him process."
Subject scoffs.
"First, the Commander can't stand him. The only reason he deals is because Shadow is the best agent GUN has ever gotten their hands on and can do and handle a lot of things. Second, half of the supervisors don't see him as an individual yet: they only see a science experiment that can speak at best, and a tool at worst. Third, all of Team Dark is expendable. We get med attention when it's serious, we get the needed tools, a semi-decent paycheck. But someone who actually cares about our mental health and needs beyond physical? That's a good joke. Fourth, he doesn't let anyone he doesn't trust and know well see it. That stone face he puts up? He doesn't take it down for anything."
Investigator looked down at the table.
"Of…of course."
"Thanks for meeting with me, hon. Have a nice day."
Subject stands up, gives a salute, and leaves.
End Report.