"What's the problem?" Hustle asked.
"There are massive readings of Eggies in sector alpha 1-6-7."
"Wait," Brian interrupted, "When you say massive do you mean in number or in size?"
"Unfortunately," James said, "Both."
"Oh, crap," Brian started chanting, "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap,"
"Brian, calm down! Look, I need you to run to Ben's and tell everyone what to do, can you do that for me?"
"Yeah, I can do that." Brian said nervously.
"Does this mean that Brian's not really a hero?" Vixen asked. What a dumb blonde! Hustle thought.
"Does this mean you have to go?" Jen asked, worry etched into her beautiful features.
"I'm afraid it does," Hustle said, "I'll be okay, I can take care of myself."
"I still worry about you, you know," Jen said, "After all, I love you. That should say it all."
"It does, baby," Hustle said, moving closer, "It says that and more. I love you too." He hugged her tight.
"Just be careful, okay? Call me when you're done."
"I will. I love you." He kissed her lightly as he ran out the door. He pulled out his handheld. "I need all units to mobilize, massive attack in Station Square!"
"Holy. Crap."
Hustle suddenly stopped upon finding the mass carnage. Station Square was under attack. There were dozens upon dozens of mechanical monsters terrorizing the city, each one controlled by an Eggman clone. These monsters almost looked alive. They had multiple faceted eyes, cameras for the operators inside to see with. Their sheer size was daunting.
Hustle could do little more than stare at the mass of swarming Eggbots, which looked like an anthill or beehive, each machine going about it's destructive business. In the middle was a contraption bigger than all the others. It had large jewels set in its head and abdomen. Hustle had no doubt that this was a hub of information gathered by all the other workers. He also had no doubt about who was inside. Eggman Prime. His ego gave it all away.
"All units enter through route zeta, all other passages are blocked. James, Ben, we're going to need firepower. Take the van and bring all of your strongest equipment. We're going to need all you've got."
"Yes sir!" James and Ben said.
"Oh, and Ben," Hustle said,
"Yeah, Huss?"
"Bring…the experiment."
"Wait, we haven't tested it yet! We don't know what could happen. What if it blows you up?"
"I don't care!" Hustle said, his anger rising. "Besides, today's a good day for a trial run! Now hurry!"
Hustle had to hide in an alley until everyone else arrived. Okay, he thought to himself, calm down. Calm. He took a deep breath and pulled out his Chaos Emerald. He gazed into its many facets and found peace in its complexity. His mind cleared and his heart slowed. Come on, guys, he thought, Hurry! I can't take them on my own, Please get here fast…and safe.
"Hustle!" a familiar voice called, "I know you're out there! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Silence. I knew it. Eggman. Hustle thought. "Fine. I know what will get you out here! I've got your little girlfriend!"
"WHAT?" Hustle dashed out from his hiding place, yelling into his communicator, "All units, double speed! Get over here ASAP! He's got Jen!"
"Well, well, well," Eggman Prime teased, "Hustle, the son of my most hated enemy, where is your other half?"
"Trust me, he's coming," Hustle grit his teeth and clenched his fists. "Chaos strike!" He dashed forward, fists glowing. He began beating the legs of Eggman's Queen Machine, making large dents in the hunk of metal. Eggman laughed over the loudspeaker. Hustle couldn't see him, but he could picture his face, twisted in sinister joy. The other bug machines formed a circle around the two, a super-enhanced hedgehog and a mecha-beast. Once Hustle was satisfied he had done enough damage, he backed up, sensing something was wrong. Eggman wasn't worried.
"Where is she?" Hustle asked. He was shaking in rage.
Eggman chuckled. "Oh, we're not done here, Hustle, not by a long shot!" The broken Queen Machine stood up, covered in dents and twisted metal. The damage Hustle had done should have broken the machine beyond repair, but the dents were filling in, the skeleton of the contraption repairing itself, the mechanical monstrosity standing threateningly over Hustle.
"Hustle! Hustle, do you copy?"
"Yeah, Clipse, I copy!"
"We can't get through! These Eggbots are holding us back! What should we do?"
"Stay there!" Hustle said, dodging an attack from the Queen Machine. "I'm coming out!"
"How? There's too many! You can't just expect them to…no, no, not that!"
"It's the only way!" Hustle said, running from another attack. The machine was getting better. "I've got to use the Chaos Control!"
"But you've never done it all the way before! If it wasn't for your uncle Miles and his biological reconstruction, you would have died! We can't lose you, especially not right now!"
"Sorry!" Hustle said, "I'm not listening to you!" He tripped and fell. He looked up to find a big mechanical leg falling straight at his head.
"Cha-chaos control!"