Just updated the chapter while I make the new one. Enjoy ^_^

The tough as nails gang leader had just been reduced to a little bitch; crying under the desk, holding his wounded leg.

"WHAT THE FUCK MAN!" Flint wiped his tear of with his sleeve, ignoring the man's shouts. He heard footsteps. Coming up the metal stairs. Flint grabbed the man by his collar and hoasted him up.

"I can still use you..." Flint said, "but if you even think about being more trouble than what your worth, I'll fuckin end you..." The man looked at Flint, scared. "Okay?" Before the man could respond, Flint took him from the back and wrapped his free arm around his neck. Flint forced The Pope to shuffle towards the door. There were shouts outside. Flint kicked the door open and glimpsed at ten thugs, confirming that all of them were armed with automatic weapons. The only thing standing between Flint and the bullets the thugs would have hurled at him was thier boss.

"Let me pass." Flint said, authority in his voice. The thugs didn't reply, nor took thier sights off him.

"Let him pass." said Chris, giving in. The thugs relectantly obeyed; stepping aside. Flint and the hostage shuffled past the thugs; guns trained at the assassin. Surprisingly, no gunshots were fired, and Flint had made it to the front entrance of the warehouse, only to discover a brigade of cops aiming thier guns at the both of them.

Detective Espio looked over the files before making the call. About a day ago, an incredibly popular figure had been assassinated. Sonic the Hedgehog. Everyone had liked the blue speedster. Born 2051, died 2072. Thats what the file had read; A very popular individual, Sonic had ran for Governer of the District on 2072, March 11th. On March 30th, Sonic the Hedgehog had been found stabbed in the stomach and head. Classified evidence suggests that the murderer is Flint Heartlockett. Espio read over the file again and again; all the while chewing on his ink tipped pen. It was a bad habit. No matter how many times the detective had read the file, there was no exact reason for Flint's murder. He was a quiet guy, the detective knew. It was rather Ironic, really, for Espio had come to know Flint in high-school. He was anything but the average student. Always had avoided people, always wearing clothes that had stenched of drugs and alcholol. Espio knew Flint had a checkered past. But nothing specific to link the murder to.

Espio rested his legs on the desk; still chewing his pen. Whatever the reason, Espio would find it. He had to. He was District Two's best detective.

"Drop your weapons!" A voice said, ampilied by a mega-phone. There was about ten cop cars, each of which held two cops, which further more held guns. Flint shuffled back inside the warehouse, using The Pope as a body shield. The thugs inside looked at the hostage and Flint, and then looked out at the cops outside. They knew that they were out-numbered, but were they out gunned? After all, the police in District two were only authorized to use semi-automatic firearms. The heat the thugs were packing was much more advanced and deadly. But still, they had the more men.

"Hey!" One of the thugs called out towards Flint, "The hells going on Hombre?"

"Your boss here brought all the attention for you guys and himself." Flint responded.

"Nah way man..." another thug responded, "your the fugitive, your the one they want..." the thugs looked at each other, and then at Flint. "I say we just give this mothafucker to the popo." Flint shuffled backwards, his gun was still aimed at thier boss's head.

"Try it, and your boss it dead." The thug threw his hands in the air sarcasticly.

"Okay, hombre. Looks like were just havin a lil stand off till they leave us alone." Flint nodded, still holding Chris hostage. This would certaintly not turn out good.

"ALL THUGS..." The mega-phone voice had called out, "WE ONLY WANT THE ONE KNOWN AS FLINT HEARTLOCKETT! NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU IF YOU GIVE HIM UP!" The thugs looked at each other...

"Told ya."

The mega-phone voice continued to rant about how dangerous Flint was. Flint knew he was dangerous. Thats what made him so good. The mega-phone voice had stopped, now silence had filled the air. It was too silent... Flint heard the sound of a small *click*. Tear gas grenade! Flint turned back and released his hostage; running ran for the metal stairs. Before the thugs could fire at Flint, they were succumbed over the effects of the tear gas, falling on the ground coughing. Flint was inside the small office, and began to take his jacket off. He tucked his leather jacket underneath the small space between the door and the floor, blocking the air out from the outside. He heard footsteps and shouts. He knew what was going to happen. If he stayed, he would be arrested and most likely get locked up in prison for life. Or, Flint could jump out the three story window.

*BANG* *BANG*

Flint knew what that noise was... gunshots. The noise had came downstairs. Flint opened the office door ever so slightly to witness officers of the law murdering the un-mobile thugs. That didn't make sense... the police were defiantly not allowed to do that. No police man would. It seemed obvious to Flint now, the goverment corruption smacked him right in the face. Someone is pulling the strings. Noises were heard; heavy footsteps were. Flint looked down outside the window. Beneath him was nothing but cement. Flint had spotted a stack of paper neatly stored on top of the desk. He shoved the wad of paper into his pockets before he jumped.

A pink echidna pulled up near the gang-warehouse Flint had gone off to. Rather than gang-members, there was a crowd of people surrounding two paramedics carrying a body bag. It was just that one body bag... Rosevell began to panic! The pink assassin got out of her car and ran to the body bag, shoving and pushing people out of the way. This wasn't the way she imagined Flint to go. They still had lots of things to do together. As she was bumping people out of her way, she began to think about the all of the things she had wanted to do with him. Her thoughts revolved around romance; about how the love of her life was gone... forever. She had wished she could have told him. She knew she couldn't, not in this line of work. Too many emotions for each other would cause one to get distracted, and Rosevell knew that in this line of work, a mere distraction can get you killed. She had seen it happen so many times.

She was finally past the large crowd, now at the perimeter the police had formed with thier bodies. One of them had spotted Rosevell, and raised his hand. Looked to be in his mid-forties, yet frail, and fragile. It was more than easy for Rosevell to swing him to the side. The other cops had caught on and were now chasing Rosevell, who was chasing the body bag. It was almost in the ambulance, soon to be gone forever. The paramedics glanced at Rosevell and stopped moving the gatch bed to raise thier hands, attempting to will Rosevell to stop her assualt. It didn't work. She simply pushed the paramedics out of the way and zipped the body bag down. Shock and relief came over her. It was just a thug, shot in the head.

Flint landed with a thug and a crack. He attempted to stand up, but his left leg had spiked with pain. Flint crawled out of the alleyway and onto the streets, avoiding bystanders by crawling around them. He heard shouts back in the distance. The police must have seen the broken window and assumed he was making a run for it. Well, more like making a crawl. A car had pulled up onto the side of him, and the door swung open. A yellow hand out-strechted towards him.

"Get in..." A voice said. Flint knew he had no other choice. Flint crawled into the passenger seat of the car and drove off to god knows where...