How are you all today? It's been two weeks, but thankfully I'm pretty much all better now.
SunSera: Yes, Infinite's hair is great and all that. I personally think that some of Forces' storyline was overlooked in some areas as well, and no, Gadget isn't being tracked because he isn't a suspect, and it's okay about the project question.
Alex: That is another huge review, which I'm not answering to it all. I will agree though that Knuckles isn't a great leader, and your points about him are true, as well as everything else said. (As a matter of fact, Gadget initially thought it was a bad mistake to make him leader, and still holds belief to that.)
Infinite's POV
I hung out up there on the roof for quite a while. Gadget was taking a long time just to get a new pair of glasses, I mean, it's been almost half an hour, or at least it certainly felt like it. I was antsy not to stick around in the city long, because I knew I'd be caught eventually by those soldiers, who I'm guessing are out to kill me. Honestly, I'd rather get shot by these guys than be captured.
Gadget on the road trip often insisted that we come here just to get supplies, etc. and leave in no time. I also insisted myself to head back with him to the UF so I could at least check on my squad, but obviously he wasn't catching on to what I was saying most of the time whenever the subject was brought up.
"Hey!" I heard someone call. I looked over and Gadget landed right in front of me. I got up.
"Took you long enough." I mumbled and also took a look at him. He had a confident look on his face and a new pair of glasses.
"Glad nobody's found you yet. Here, take this." He thrust his hand out toward me and handed me something. I looked at the small device in my hand.
"What is it, an earpiece?" I asked. My friend simply nodded.
"Yep, with a better feature; it has a local military radio scanner on it. Anything that GUN or a Resistance member radios in within the general area will be picked up by that." He informed as I put it on my ear, which surprisingly fit quite well.
"How do you even get these?" I asked, scratching my head.
"Just an advantage of being a respected member among the Resistance. Speaking of which, when I went to get those, they were asking serious questions about me. I'll need to head back to answer them, again. Sorry." Gadget gave me a shrug and that look went away. "Don't know when I'll be back, but just keep in touch."
Apart of me wanted to tell him to stay, but I refused and let him on his way. My wolf friend jumped off the roof and parkoured to wherever he needed to be. "Damnit." I cursed to no one in particular. I noticed I was clenching my fist.
"Hey, cheer up. I hopefully won't be long. Are you really that disappointed to see me leave?" I heard Gadget's voice from the earpiece, almost scaring me.
"Um... uh, you're the only person who I can trust here, so obviously." I explained, stuttering. Thankfully I came up with a legitimate reason.
"That's true, anyway I'll catch you later. Peace." I heard him say before going dark.
"Infinite, this is pathetic. You don't need him everywhere you go. Don't be... weak." I told myself, but immediately hit myself in the head for saying that last part. I seriously don't want to ever hear that word ever again, despite not really knowing why.
I stopped to think for a moment. There was no way in Hell that I was staying up here until he came back. I needed something to do rather than sit and wait, since I've been there way too many times. After thinking for a bit, I figured I'll carefully explore the area whilst avoiding any adversaries I might encounter. Last thing I need is being captured again.
I ran along the rooftops, jumping between streets whilst being careful of my injury. It was a nice feeling to be out and moving like this again. It only reminded me of my squad and I on a job.
I peeked up and heard the distinct noise of a helicopter rotor in the area. I didn't waste time and jumped down into an alley for cover. I pressed myself to the brick wall and looked up. Only briefly did I see a helicopter fly by overhead, unaware of my presence thankfully.
I looked back down to see a few people there, stepping back lightly with horror on their faces. I only shook my head at them slowly basically saying not to scream and run, but it was to no avail. I watched the group of civilians immediately run out of the alley shouting for help.
Instinct of being an outlaw told me to run, so I did. I dashed through the alley, jumping over any obstacles in the way.
I managed to make it over to behind a skyscraper in a parking lot, being very cautious. I peeked around the corner and saw some soldiers there, guarding the entrance or something. Not entirely sure, but I saw that same group of people I scared off accidentally earlier running over and calling for help.
I looked on as the soldiers immediately reassure them and became alert as well. Damnit. I decided on going another route to escape these guys.
When curiosity got the better of me and I peeked further, I accidentally stepped on a loose piece of asphalt, causing me to fall over into their view. The soldiers immediately turned around and took a moment to register what they were seeing. "Confirmed contact!" I heard one shout and they aimed their guns at me. "Cleared to fire!" Well, fuck.
I got up and jumped off to the side as they began shooting at me. I did not hesitate to wait around that corner for a soldier to come by. When one did, I roundhouse kicked the human to the ground and made a run for the street, hearing bullets whizz by me. I jumped on a nearby car driving by and used it to help gain enough air to make it onto a building.
I ran to the other side of the building and stopped to catch my breath. Suddenly my earpiece kicked on.
"Command, we have just sighted Priority Target Alpha in Redherden Grid 3Z south! Repeat, Priority Target is in the zone!" The radio transmission said.
"Copy." I heard a female voice. "Viper Six, hold your position. We are sending Nighthawk Four One to your location. Do NOT pursue Priority Target Alpha but maintain visual."
Great going, me.
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