SuperSonic Speed- Chapter 24: Recon Quest
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Shooting Range 6/5/4460 1000 hours
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The Shooting Range was a fairly large circular building with a domed roof. Inside, were targets and places to shoot from. but there was also a moving target range which was a circular area dedicated to practicing Close Quarters Combat with a solid, three-dimensional, moving target.
Lieutenant Juke the Hedgehog took her time firing at several stationary targets that were three-demensionial SWATbot look-alikes. After becoming fairly comfortable with that, she started up the close quarters combat course and readied herself, as the machine started up fast.
She practiced running and shooting, and then somersaulting, quickly recovering and shooting, and then repeated the routine going at different angles.
Her current line now was to roll to the right, use her right hand to push her up, and take aim and hit the opponent in the head. She started the maneuver, rolling a perfect roll, and pushing herself up to her feet quickly, and she aimed, she could see it now... perfect headshot! But that was not to be. Juke pulled the trigger and heard it click empty, and even though she made an attempt to react to this unexpected misfortune, she felt the foam dart attach itself to her heart. Game Over.
"What the heck! This thing's supposed to be good for two years of power! I just got it!" She yelled to herself allowed as she banged the pistols and attempted to fire it, only to hear clicks.
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Knuckles Hut - 10 minutes later
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"Knuckles!" She exclaimed, dropping the gun on Knuckles' desk.
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong! And I do mean with you, dropping your weapon on my desk like that!" Knuckles asked as he swiveled in his chair to face the Lieutenant.
"My gun's dead Knuckles!"
The red echidna blinked, "Excuse me?"
"It's dead, try to fire it!"
Knuckles, clicked it on and tried to fire at his personal target on the wall: A picture of Robotnik. "What the heck! These SuperCharged KC200's are supposed to be good for two years before dying like that!"
"I know! I know!"
"Hmm... Let's see, I know the Chaotix were testing a new pistol before they left, I just don't know if it was done."
"Really? What's it got?" Juke asked, interested.
"Well, it's called a DFG Tactical. It looks pretty standard except for the tactical flashlight hooked underneath, could be really handy inside Robotnik's complexes."
"I bet."
"See, the thing is, the Chaotix were testing these "Charge Paks" and their reliability compared to the SuperCharges like the one you had."
"Uh-huh."
"We were finding out that your SuperCharges weren't very stable and would actually lose their charge WAY before the two years they were supposed to. That's bad, I think you saw what happens in the heat of battle if you run out."
"You were watching?"
"You bet."
"Well then how didn't you know my problem?"
"I thought you might have clicked it off on accident during your roll."
"Ah..."
"Anyways, the charge packs, are basically like the magazines those really, really old fashioned guns used to use. They swap in-and-out and are good for so many shots. And, if you reload at smart times, you won't be stuck empty in the middle of a battle."
"I don't know if there good, but they have to be better than those SuperCharges." She admitted.
"Well, you're unarmed for now, and that's not good, because our mission is in three busy days. I'll have to give the Chaotix a call and find out where the prototype is.
"Okay then, I guess I'd better skill up on my hand-to-hand, might need it."
"Dismissed Lieutenant," Knuckles nodded to her and turned back to his desk.
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Robotropolis 6/5/4460 1227 hours
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Robotnik marched through a large spherical building out in the middle of the desert the sign read "Robotnik Aeronautics Building, Authorized Personnel ONLY" He was touring the complex, carefully inspecting the different sections, his yellow cape magnificently waving back and worth as he walked. Project Desert Eagle was beginning amount to something.
The project, had been started more than five years ago, long before Robotnik had become king of the world. The project had been top secret to anyone but the boss and his worker bots, who were creating the metallic pieces for the project, and now, the project was coming together, and fast. There was only a year left until its completion, and when the pieces were put together, and the jets fired, not onlyy would Mobius be his, it would be destroyed, and nobody that was spared, would ever dare defy their king, Robotnik, eternal ruler supreme.
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Open Field 6/5/4460 1915 hours
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Knuckles paced around Tails. "Time to see what you're made of,"
The fox nodded, fear evident in his eyes.
"Yours is much easier than Sonic's, although still hard in it's own rights. What we have here is a two-story office complex of Robotnik's. We need you to get inside, evading the security system and detection from any and all robotic guards, in the end room, you need to bug the phone, it's real easy, just snap it on the phone jack quiet-like and then sneak out to the boundary line.
You must not be caught in eyesight at anytime, or you will be captured. I will know if you have planted the bug, so make sure you plant it, there is no time limit, just keep it reasonable, you have a utility belt with rope and a magnetic hook for climbing across a ceiling, although you can only stay up there for a minute. If you are seen and caught, you fail. Understand?"
Tails nodded.
"Go."
Tails peeked from behind a metallic wall, watching the guards rotate in and out. When he felt he knew the rotation well enough, he snuck his way into the complex. He heard heavy, metallic footsteps creep around the corner and he quickly dove into the room to his left, hiding behind a wooden counter.
Tails checked again, watching the guards rotate in and out, not even checking the rooms. This would be too easy. He had exactly one minute from the time he saw the next guard, until he'd come back.
There! the guard turned around and turned the corner and Tails moved, straight ahead were the stairs, and as the guard checked the insides of the other rooms ahead, Tails quickly, quietly picking his feet up, ran past and up the stairs. This floor was entirely different, it was a madhouse. There were three guards here, each patrolling a section of two rooms. The thing here though, was to avoid being caught by the guard up ahead.
Tails patiently waited, his adrenilane rushing, wanting to run in plant the bug and win! But alas, he couldn't, because that way he'd surely end up captured.
The fox waited for a moment before rushing past and diving out of sight. Just One more section to go, and two bots patrolling. Two doors facing each other and no intersections between. Tails Prower thought hard about getting past this one. There was no intersection between to dive into, and sneaking into rooms was definately out of the question. So what other way across was there?
And then Tails remembered his magnetic attachment. He took it out, fired it when the guards were in rooms, and moved quietly across as they changed, right above their heads.
And then he saw the one room ahead, he was there! Excitement filled him as he reached for the bug. This room was different! Instead of metal-outside-but-wood-insides, this room was carpeted, had a closet, a window and a desk and bed. The phone jack was right beside the bed, and he carefully, noiselessly attached the bug. But now how to get out?
before he could think of that though, he heard approaching footsteps, had he made a calculating error on guard time? Or simply been too loud? Where to hide now? The closet was way too noisy, but the guard was coming, and fast. He quickly decided and slid under the bed.
As the guards inspected the room, they checked the closet... the one Tails could have been in. Tails was miserably scared as the guards seemingly checked everywhere except where he was. As the heavy steps faded, Tails breathed a sigh of relief and slid out. But if he calculated guard shifts wrong, getting out would be much harder. There was only one way out now: The window.
The orange fox moved toward the square window and quietly pulled it open. Taking the rope out from his belt, he looked for a place to attach the end to. There! A lightpole outside! After testing the metal and deeming it sturdy enough for himself, he tied the rope on and began his descent. Time seemed to go too long and he heard more approaching footsteps from his right. He jumped the last two feet and pulled with all his strength for the other end to come out. Tails sprinted to the other side of the building, no guards in site. He could see the boundary line and he scrambled toward it. He finally reached it and dove across.
Tails could hear the mental "ding! ding! ding! We have a winner!" As he went across. He had actually won at something! And something scary at that! Tails never wanted to do anything like this again. Although he would soon find out that he would be doing it almost everyday.
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Juke's Hut - 6/5/4460 2331 hours
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Juke awoke midnight to the sound of a large banging at the door and a weak moan of "Owen dup"
Carefully, The Lieutenant opened the door and gasped with horror when Knuckles the Echidna fell into her arms, ice cold, mouth bleeding, and cut in several places.
"Knuckles!" She exclaimed, "What the heck happened to you?" But it was too late, as he had already sank deeply into unconsciousness.
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Shooting Range 6/5/4460 1000 hours
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The Shooting Range was a fairly large circular building with a domed roof. Inside, were targets and places to shoot from. but there was also a moving target range which was a circular area dedicated to practicing Close Quarters Combat with a solid, three-dimensional, moving target.
Lieutenant Juke the Hedgehog took her time firing at several stationary targets that were three-demensionial SWATbot look-alikes. After becoming fairly comfortable with that, she started up the close quarters combat course and readied herself, as the machine started up fast.
She practiced running and shooting, and then somersaulting, quickly recovering and shooting, and then repeated the routine going at different angles.
Her current line now was to roll to the right, use her right hand to push her up, and take aim and hit the opponent in the head. She started the maneuver, rolling a perfect roll, and pushing herself up to her feet quickly, and she aimed, she could see it now... perfect headshot! But that was not to be. Juke pulled the trigger and heard it click empty, and even though she made an attempt to react to this unexpected misfortune, she felt the foam dart attach itself to her heart. Game Over.
"What the heck! This thing's supposed to be good for two years of power! I just got it!" She yelled to herself allowed as she banged the pistols and attempted to fire it, only to hear clicks.
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Knuckles Hut - 10 minutes later
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"Knuckles!" She exclaimed, dropping the gun on Knuckles' desk.
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong! And I do mean with you, dropping your weapon on my desk like that!" Knuckles asked as he swiveled in his chair to face the Lieutenant.
"My gun's dead Knuckles!"
The red echidna blinked, "Excuse me?"
"It's dead, try to fire it!"
Knuckles, clicked it on and tried to fire at his personal target on the wall: A picture of Robotnik. "What the heck! These SuperCharged KC200's are supposed to be good for two years before dying like that!"
"I know! I know!"
"Hmm... Let's see, I know the Chaotix were testing a new pistol before they left, I just don't know if it was done."
"Really? What's it got?" Juke asked, interested.
"Well, it's called a DFG Tactical. It looks pretty standard except for the tactical flashlight hooked underneath, could be really handy inside Robotnik's complexes."
"I bet."
"See, the thing is, the Chaotix were testing these "Charge Paks" and their reliability compared to the SuperCharges like the one you had."
"Uh-huh."
"We were finding out that your SuperCharges weren't very stable and would actually lose their charge WAY before the two years they were supposed to. That's bad, I think you saw what happens in the heat of battle if you run out."
"You were watching?"
"You bet."
"Well then how didn't you know my problem?"
"I thought you might have clicked it off on accident during your roll."
"Ah..."
"Anyways, the charge packs, are basically like the magazines those really, really old fashioned guns used to use. They swap in-and-out and are good for so many shots. And, if you reload at smart times, you won't be stuck empty in the middle of a battle."
"I don't know if there good, but they have to be better than those SuperCharges." She admitted.
"Well, you're unarmed for now, and that's not good, because our mission is in three busy days. I'll have to give the Chaotix a call and find out where the prototype is.
"Okay then, I guess I'd better skill up on my hand-to-hand, might need it."
"Dismissed Lieutenant," Knuckles nodded to her and turned back to his desk.
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Robotropolis 6/5/4460 1227 hours
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Robotnik marched through a large spherical building out in the middle of the desert the sign read "Robotnik Aeronautics Building, Authorized Personnel ONLY" He was touring the complex, carefully inspecting the different sections, his yellow cape magnificently waving back and worth as he walked. Project Desert Eagle was beginning amount to something.
The project, had been started more than five years ago, long before Robotnik had become king of the world. The project had been top secret to anyone but the boss and his worker bots, who were creating the metallic pieces for the project, and now, the project was coming together, and fast. There was only a year left until its completion, and when the pieces were put together, and the jets fired, not onlyy would Mobius be his, it would be destroyed, and nobody that was spared, would ever dare defy their king, Robotnik, eternal ruler supreme.
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Open Field 6/5/4460 1915 hours
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Knuckles paced around Tails. "Time to see what you're made of,"
The fox nodded, fear evident in his eyes.
"Yours is much easier than Sonic's, although still hard in it's own rights. What we have here is a two-story office complex of Robotnik's. We need you to get inside, evading the security system and detection from any and all robotic guards, in the end room, you need to bug the phone, it's real easy, just snap it on the phone jack quiet-like and then sneak out to the boundary line.
You must not be caught in eyesight at anytime, or you will be captured. I will know if you have planted the bug, so make sure you plant it, there is no time limit, just keep it reasonable, you have a utility belt with rope and a magnetic hook for climbing across a ceiling, although you can only stay up there for a minute. If you are seen and caught, you fail. Understand?"
Tails nodded.
"Go."
Tails peeked from behind a metallic wall, watching the guards rotate in and out. When he felt he knew the rotation well enough, he snuck his way into the complex. He heard heavy, metallic footsteps creep around the corner and he quickly dove into the room to his left, hiding behind a wooden counter.
Tails checked again, watching the guards rotate in and out, not even checking the rooms. This would be too easy. He had exactly one minute from the time he saw the next guard, until he'd come back.
There! the guard turned around and turned the corner and Tails moved, straight ahead were the stairs, and as the guard checked the insides of the other rooms ahead, Tails quickly, quietly picking his feet up, ran past and up the stairs. This floor was entirely different, it was a madhouse. There were three guards here, each patrolling a section of two rooms. The thing here though, was to avoid being caught by the guard up ahead.
Tails patiently waited, his adrenilane rushing, wanting to run in plant the bug and win! But alas, he couldn't, because that way he'd surely end up captured.
The fox waited for a moment before rushing past and diving out of sight. Just One more section to go, and two bots patrolling. Two doors facing each other and no intersections between. Tails Prower thought hard about getting past this one. There was no intersection between to dive into, and sneaking into rooms was definately out of the question. So what other way across was there?
And then Tails remembered his magnetic attachment. He took it out, fired it when the guards were in rooms, and moved quietly across as they changed, right above their heads.
And then he saw the one room ahead, he was there! Excitement filled him as he reached for the bug. This room was different! Instead of metal-outside-but-wood-insides, this room was carpeted, had a closet, a window and a desk and bed. The phone jack was right beside the bed, and he carefully, noiselessly attached the bug. But now how to get out?
before he could think of that though, he heard approaching footsteps, had he made a calculating error on guard time? Or simply been too loud? Where to hide now? The closet was way too noisy, but the guard was coming, and fast. He quickly decided and slid under the bed.
As the guards inspected the room, they checked the closet... the one Tails could have been in. Tails was miserably scared as the guards seemingly checked everywhere except where he was. As the heavy steps faded, Tails breathed a sigh of relief and slid out. But if he calculated guard shifts wrong, getting out would be much harder. There was only one way out now: The window.
The orange fox moved toward the square window and quietly pulled it open. Taking the rope out from his belt, he looked for a place to attach the end to. There! A lightpole outside! After testing the metal and deeming it sturdy enough for himself, he tied the rope on and began his descent. Time seemed to go too long and he heard more approaching footsteps from his right. He jumped the last two feet and pulled with all his strength for the other end to come out. Tails sprinted to the other side of the building, no guards in site. He could see the boundary line and he scrambled toward it. He finally reached it and dove across.
Tails could hear the mental "ding! ding! ding! We have a winner!" As he went across. He had actually won at something! And something scary at that! Tails never wanted to do anything like this again. Although he would soon find out that he would be doing it almost everyday.
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Juke's Hut - 6/5/4460 2331 hours
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Juke awoke midnight to the sound of a large banging at the door and a weak moan of "Owen dup"
Carefully, The Lieutenant opened the door and gasped with horror when Knuckles the Echidna fell into her arms, ice cold, mouth bleeding, and cut in several places.
"Knuckles!" She exclaimed, "What the heck happened to you?" But it was too late, as he had already sank deeply into unconsciousness.