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Chapter 5-'Say, that's a nice bike' Part 1

Jack's unconscious mind began to dream. But it wasn't a pleasant dream, nor was it unpleasant. It was a dream that one would like to forget, but can not because the foundation of this dream was a memory.

5 years ago

A much younger Jack was bent over a workbench, fiddling with something.

"Almost there…" muttered Jack.

There was a tiny flash of light and a quiet humming began to fill the room.

"Yes!" Jack said pumping his fist in the air.

Suddenly the humming became louder and the bright flashing started again, this time continuous.

"Huh?" mumbled Jack in confusion.

The small, translucent gemstone that he had been bent over began to tremble and shake violently. A sharp grating sound emitted from the stone as hundreds of cracks leapt along its surface.

"No!" roared Jack as the cracks continued forming.

All the noise suddenly stopped, just before the gemstone exploded into hundreds of shards that sped off in all directions, each with their own tail of light behind them.

"Uragh!" he cried as a shard hit him square in the chest, sending thin squirts of blood flying out over the wall.

Before Jack passed out in a puddle of his own blood, he saw the blurred outline of his father reaching down to him.

"Agghh!" gasped Jack as he sat bolt upright and instinctively grabbed his chest.

But there was nothing there, only a small, inconspicuous cotton bandage. Breathing heavily, he looked around. Everyone was looking at him with surprised or concerned faces. Even though she hid it well, Jack could see that even Kanga was slightly concerned.

"You all right?" asked Knuckles.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine", replied Jack groggily.

"Are you sure?" he said with a frown.

"Yeah I'm fine", Jack snapped. "What's happened and how long was I out?"

"Not much and about 30 minutes", replied Kanga sharply.

"What's up with you?" mumbled Jack as he got up.

He looked around and saw that the old military truck they had used was on its side, its windows shattered and one axle snapped. He saw, to his relief, that the plane was intact and looked fine. All the remaining bandits were keeping their distance and monitoring their leader's actions.

"You, that's what's up with me", she grunted.

"Right, that's it!" he yelled. "You wanna settle this once and for all?"

"Yeah, behind that dune right now!"

"Let's go then!" shouted Jack as they both stormed off over the hill out of earshot.

Both groups, the bandits and the gang, knew better than to interrupt Jack and Kanga's argument and stayed where they were. Although no one could make sense of the muffled words emanating from the other side of the dune, they could tell that it was an aggressive argument skirting close to hand-to-hand combat.

15 minutes later

They were all driving off in a converted military hum vee, heading towards the edge of the desert. During their argument Jack and Kanga somehow came to the decision to travel out of the desert with the rest of the gang and leave Kanga's bandits to their own devices. No one asked how they came to such a decision, but knew that that was probably best left unanswered.

For a while nobody said anything. Then finally Vector spoke up. "Jack, where exactly are we going?"

"Well after that little incident on Angel Island, I've decided to try and find out where Zircon Industries' headquarters are", said Jack as he tilted his head back thoughtfully.

"So we're going to Genocide City to find out where it is".

"But how will going there help?" asked Tails.

"Zircon Industries installs almost all the network systems in the office blocks in the city", replied Jack. "So it's likely someone knows where it is".

45 minutes later

"Alright, get ready the city is just up ahead", called the driver from the cabin, who was one of Kanga's group.

"Thanks Greg", said Kanga as the hum vee rolled to a stop.

"Alright, this is where we have to leave", said Espio as he, Charmy and Vector got out of the hum vee. "Call if you need help with anything", he said as he passed a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it.

Jack just nodded as the Chaotix turned around and walked toward the train station.

"Yeah, we need to get going too", said Tails as he uncoupled his bi-plane from the hum vee.

"See ya", shouted Amy as she and Sonic jumped onto the plane as it started to take off.

"Well I need to get going boss", said Greg as he started the engine.

"Bye Greg and thanks for driving us here", said Kanga as she waved good bye.

"I guess it's just us now", murmured Jack.

"Yes, come on she said unenthusiastically as she started walking towards the city entrance.

Now, Genocide City is not a nice place. It's a place were crime is rife and the streets are full of danger.

"I really need some new clothes", said Kanga, who didn't what to draw attention to herself with desert gear.

"Alright, I'll wait for you outside the shop", said Jack who was keeping an eye out for unfriendly individuals.

About 10 minutes later Kanga came out of the building wearing long, faun coloured pants and skivvies. She was also wearing an unbuttoned waist-length brown coat with the sleeves rolled up.

"You look good", said Jack, nodding his head.

"Thanks", she said putting on a pair of fingerless gloves.

"Although, if I had to make one criticism, said Jack, It would be that you're wearing sandals".

Kanga just rolled her eyes at this remark and asked, "So where do we go now?"

"While you were inside I was approached by several thugs", he said. "What I could glean through numerous missing teeth and a broken jaw was that we should go and see a guy named Max who lives on Ribbon Street".

"Why am I still alive?" thought Max as he stared at the ceiling. He was an ex-commando, he gave up his job after his mates died, and he had enough dough to live off of. So why was he so depressed? Suddenly there was a knock at his door.

"Come in", he groaned.

As Jack and Kanga entered the small apartment Max jumped out of his chair in surprise and yelped, "Who are you?"

"Sorry if we startled you", said Jack looking around the room. "Are you Max?"

"Depends who's asking", said Max, who was looking them up and down.

"Don't worry I just want information about...

As soon as the word 'information' slipped out the wolf went, well, ape shit.

"Listen, if Tyson sent you, tell him he is not going any where near my patch and that he can go fuck himself with an iron post!"

"Ok", said Jack uncomfortably. "I was going to ask about Zircon Industries but I can see you have other things on your mind".

"No, no, no, no", Max said, shaking his hands furiously. "Please take a seat".

After they sat down on any chair they could find, they got down to business.

"Alright then, what do you want to know?" asked Max. "Oh and by the way, it'll cost you".

Kanga was about to violently object but before she could Jack stepped in and hastily agreed.

"So what will it cost us?" grumbled Kanga.

"Since I've had little excitement recently, all I want you to do is simply race me", said Max as he stood up and stretched.

Kanga and Jack simultaneously raised their eyebrows and gave a 'WTF' look.

"Don't worry, I'll supply you with bike", said Max ignoring their raised eyebrows.

Max made his way to the far side of the room hopping over paper stacks, take away food containers and whatever the hell that green stuff in the corner was. Eventually he came to a door that, when opened, led to his garage. Inside were two black, Yamaha R1 motorbikes.

"Beautiful, aren't they", said Max looking at them proudly. "I also have a modified Harley, but it's being repaired". "So", he said turning to look at the pair. "Shall we go?"

Max and Jack sat on their bikes, surveying the light traffic on the freeway in front of them.

"You sure you it was a good idea to send your girlfriend on ahead?" asked Max as he brushed back his concrete grey dreadlocks.

"She's not my girlfriend and she can take care of herself", grunted Jack as he pulled his black bandana up over his face.

"I'm sure she isn't", said Max in a mocking tone as he put on his dark grey bomber jacket.

Before they had left Max had gotten changed into a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and black gloves with holes at the knuckles. He also wore a pair of white and grey sneakers. Once they reached their destination, Jack had asked Kanga to go on ahead and meet them at the finish line.

"You ready?" asked Max as he bent over the handle bars.

"Bring it on", replied Jack as he pulled his goggles down and revved his bike.

A few moments earlier, Jack and Max's friendly banter was being watched from a nearby roof top.

"Is it him?" asked a grey fox to a red squirrel with a pair of binoculars.

"Yeah it's him boss, and there's someone else with him", answered the squirrel as he put the binoculars away.

"We'll kill him if we have time", grunted the fox. "Remember, our first priority is to kill that fucking ninja".

Suddenly the fox's mobile started ringing.

"Yeah?" he asked as he answered it.

"Have you found him?" asked a posh, upper clash English accent.

Oh god why? Thought the fox angrily.

"Yes sir we have them sighted", sighed the fox.

"Excellent, I want no witnesses", the voice replied.


The plot thickens! Now go and review! Before I destroy you with my black mage powers! XD