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Chapter 3: An Assassin's Under-Estimation

They made it, with surprisingly no cops following them. Flint parked the car near what appeared to be a warehouse and then stepped out of the car to help Rosevell get to her feet. Despite her makeshift crutch, the pink young assassin could sense an injury when there was one. And this one was serious. It's a good thing the SWAT guy who shot Rosevell in the knee had used a 9mm, or the bullet would have penetrated straight through the leg, thus causing her to eventually bleed out without the assistance of a hospital. Not only are hospitals expensive in thier district, but due to thier 'relationships' with the law, it would be hard convincing the surgeons not to call the police. Luckily, the safe house stored a multiple of sterile medical supplies, ranging from dis-infectent alcholol to bandages. The two hurried inside and shut the door behind them. They had triple-checked to make certain that no one had been tailing them. Flint sat the duffle bag's down and walked Rosevell to a nearby chair. The safe room the two had built more than five years ago wasn't exatcly 'high-tech'. You had your average TV in the corner of the room, a musty old couch, a computer with a big moniter screen, and a large safe, where they no doubt kept thier weapons and ammuntion. As for any other equipment, it gets thrown into a metal box set right next to the large safe. Before Flint could ask Rosevell if she needed assistance, she turned towards him, a stern look on her face.

"Did you really?" She said, dumb-founded.

"What? Kill Sonic?" Flint replied, anger silently growing in his voice.

"Yes. Did you?" Rosevell repeated, while place a dis-infectent alcholol on her wound. She cringed in slight pain.

"No, of course I didn't." Flint spat, "I couldn't have just left you at the club to go whack a local celebirty off! Thats obsurd!" Rosevell sat quietly in her swiveling chair, thinking. She began to rub her hand back and forward in between her dread locks. The pink assassin looked up at the grey and blue fox, now fishing out the shattered bullet fragments out of her leg.

"Who would want somebody like Sonic dead?" Rosevell asked, no emotion broke through her voice at all. Only proves to show that the two were use to killings as such as this one.

"Eggman!" Flint shouted, slapping his hands together like he won the lottery. Back in 2021, there once lived a mad-man, who had gone by the name of eggman. He had been terrorizing mobius for over a decade before the Sonic came on the scene. He had proved to have even more skills than the two assassins. He didn't even need the assistance of a gun. All he needed was his speed.

"But..." Rosevell began, "Eggman hasn't been seen in more than one year." Flint shrugged.

"He always jumps off the scene for a little while just to come back and take everyone by surprise." Rosevell had gotten all of the fragments out, and began placing a bandage over her wound. She would be fine.

"True..." Rosevell began to think to herself. An idea popped! "There is no way that the police could have linked you to the killing of Sonic without evidence. We could go inflitrate the police station, grab the evidence, and possibly find something that we could trace eggman with." Flint sighed a heavy sigh.

"I don't recall us being detectives."

"Do you want you life back or not?" Rosevell said, crossing her arms infront of her chest.

"Yea..." Flint said blankly, looking at Rosevell for a response...

"Me too..." She admitted.

The sleek white car parked into the Police station parking lot, concealing two assassins in its tented windows. The male assassin had finished preparing for the inflitration; his tranquilizer gun had been loaded, the parking lot appeared to be almost empty, and the C4 had been meshed and prepped. Since Flint was so use to being the one to inflitrate, Rosevell had always served as the distraction for most of thier sneak-and-run's. This should be easy... Flint thought to himself. It was a rare event when word had gotten out about thier deeds as assassins. Stealth, sometimes, was Flint's only asset.

The blue stripped fox was now in the Police station, at the receptionist desk. No one was in the area but the receptionist. Flint sat down on a waiting chair; the receptionist had looked at him.

"May I help you?"

A quick blow to the neck would paralyze the unfit receptionist. But no... there had to a distraction. There always had to be... wether it was the noise of an empty soda can hitting the pavement... or a big ass explosion outside of a Police Station.

BANG!

Flint had remained in the chair as the entire Police Station had emptied out all of its officers. Once everyone was outside, examing the damage caused by Rosevell's C4, Flint had snuck into the Officer's Only area, making sure to avoid security cameras. Flint saw a sign, pointing him to the archives. Pefect. Flint followed the path the sign had laid out for him, looking for security cameras. As long as he wasn't spotted by a Security cam, no one would have ever known he was here. The path lead him down a set of stairs, into what appeared to be a basement filled with shelves. Files rested on the racks of the shelves. Flint began searching, looking through the recently added files. Anything on Eggman's disapearence or Sonic's assassination would do. Flint's careful fingers twidled of the files in the S section. He found a file with Sonic's name at the tab. He pulled it out and stuffed it into his leather coat. Flint contuined looking for Eggman's files, as both of them would be an asset. Just my luck... Flint thought, smirking. He stuffed Eggman's file with Sonic's file and tip-toed upstairs, praying that the Police hadn't headed back into the Station. Fortunalitly, there was just one Policemen heading to the Archives, where Flint was at, probably to pick up a report on explosion near the Police Station within the past year.

Flint hid behind the corner wall, pulling out his tranquilizer gun. Unlike any other pistol, this one had less stopping power and into of shooting lead, it shot out darts filled with sedating liquid, known as C2C. Flint waited for his oppurtinity. Despite the fact that Flint found it easier to knock out his oppenent with his fists, it was always a good idea to take the easy way out and just sedate the guy. At least he wouldn't remember your face. The police officer had just turned the corner and was now heading downstairs to the archives. Flint was ready. The grey and blue assassin turned the corner as well and pulled the trigger. The officer had been too close.

The sedating shot had missed, and the Officer had recovered from his surprised and charged Flint, knocking him to the ground. The tranquilizer gun slid had slid out of Flint's reach. The assassin was sprawled on the ground as the Police Officer got on top of him, pinning him down with his weight. This officer wasn't like human officer Flint had encountered. He was fit and skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Hell, this might not even be your average Policeman. Flint kicked the Police offer off him and got up from the ground, holding his fists up. The Officer began to reach for his side arm. Flint kicked it out of his hand at the right time, for now the Police Officer's weapon was also out of his reach. This was strictly hand-to-hand now. The Officer jabbed Flint in the face, sending him backwards a few and giving him a bloody lip. The Officer followed with a tackle to the ground. He was persistant to capture the Assassin. As the Assassin took the Officer's hits to the face, he looked up from his view on the floor. Underneath a shelf was his tranquilizer gun.

Flint wrapped his arms around the Officer's neck, getting him into a sleeper hold. The two fighters were now on the ground. The Officer had enough of this and pulled out his baton from his utility belt, and began pelting Flint in the side, forcing the assassin to release his hold on him. Despite the pain rushing through his side, Flint slid to the shelf and reached for his tranquilizer gun. He aimed through the sights at the Officer, and just before he could grab the gun out of Flint's hand, he released a hail of sedating darts the Officer's way... all of which hit him square in the chest. The Officer dropped his weapon and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. He won't be waking up any time soon... and with that thought, Flint snuck out of the Police Station with the information he needed with no additional challenge ahead.

"Eh, what happened to you?" Rosevell asked, mischief in her voice. Flint looked in the car's rear view mirror to discover he had bruises at the bottom of his eye and a bloody lip. The two were back in the car and driving to the Safe House to analyize the date they had aquired.

"Got in a fight." Flint said, wiping the blood from his lip.

"How bad?"

"School yard bad." Rosevell snickered and turned onto the Wicks Street, parking in the small warehouse garage. Once inside, Flint placed the two files near the computer, and heading to the bed.

"Where you going?" Rosevell called out. Flint turned the corner to a hallway.

"The bed." He replied bluntly. Before Rosevell could call out a smart remark, Flint closed his door and crashed on his bed. It had been a long day, but as a wise man had said, there ain't no rest for the wicked.

David Choke had just woken up, surrounded by what appeared to be people wearing sterile white doctor coats. He sat up voilently, remembering his duty as Chief of Police to ensure that the thug that had put him under had been arrested. He began to tear out the wires connected to his arms when a nurse had stopped him, telling him that they just needed to make sure he was fine before setting him loose. David had figured that remaining in the safe hospital bed was the best idea. Better to make sure he wasn't going to crash any time soon than rush out and fall on the ground. David clenched his fist. If it wasn't for that cheap shot with a trainquilizer gun, he wouldn't be here. He would be arresting that punk. But still, he knew he was lucky to be alive. He had been shot six time with sedating darts. If those darts had been filled full to the brim with C2C, that would be enough sedatives to make him go to sleep for a year! He laid back down in the bed, closing his eyes, and counting his blessings.

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