It had been only a week since he had left the Freedom Fighters, but to Tails it felt like an eternity. He sat alone in a small room he had commandeered on the outskirts of the ring. His mind raced. He hadn't seen any of his targets since he had left. He was certain the ring was the right place to search for them, but what if they knew he was after them. He had already determined that he should start at the bottom, seeing as it usually took Sonic to bring any one of them down.
He sighed and shoved the laid out papers aside. He stood and looked out the window. The streets were usually empty except for people running quickly from one place to the next to avoid being mugged. Tails couldn't believe his luck when he saw a green blur speed past on the street. Whether it was good or bad luck, he couldn't decide. Sticking his head out the window, he saw that Scourge had stopped just up the street from where he was. Looking back only briefly, Tails leapt out the window. Spinning his tails, he sped through the air towards the green Hedgehog.
He landed a couple of meters away, staying in the shadows to avoid being seen. The green Hedgehog was knocking on a door. Tails watched intently, wondering whom Scourge could possibly "respect" enough to make him knock. The door opened and Tails gasped. It was Fiona. She had a gun pointed at Scourge. Tails crept closer, trying to hear what was going on.
Fiona shoved the gun closer to Scourge's face. "After all you've done, you really think you can show up here without getting shot at?"
Scourge growled, none to pleased with the welcome. "Look, I just need you to do a few little jobs, okay? Just a favour."
Fiona nodded sarcastically. "A favour? Right. Yes, I owe you a favour."
Scourge nodded. "The way I see it, you ran out on me when everyone else tried to kill me. So you owe me."
"Shut up, Scourge." Fiona pressed the gun into his forehead. "I don't owe you anything but blood, your blood. If you want something from me, you can have a bullet or two from this gun. That's all your getting."
Scourge turned to leave. "Whatever. Just one thing…" He turned back and charged her, moving into a spin dash. She had lowered her gun and so couldn't defend herself properly. The spin dash knocked Fiona back onto the floor. Scourge punched her in the head, knocking her out. He looked around, chuckling to himself. He walked into the next room, a kitchen, and grabbed a sharp knife. "Oooo… time for some fun."
He turned around and almost walked into Tails. The Fox shook his head. "Whatever you were going to do with that, I won't let you."
Scourge was about to attempt a witty comeback when Tails' razor sharp namesakes lashed out, cutting the Hedgehog's legs off at the knees and slicing open his wrist. Scourge dropped the knife, no longer capable of holding it. He fell forward, blood draining from his body at irregular speeds.
Tails reached down and turned the Hedgehog over. He took a step back when he realized Scourge was dead, the knife stuck in his chest. He looked behind him, trying to figure out what to do with Fiona. Part of him wanted to finish the job and take out another target, but something told him there was a better option. He walked over to Fiona and knelt beside her. "Maybe… maybe there's still a chance of redemption for you, Fiona." He stood and headed for the door hoping Fiona would stick around to find out who had saved her.
Tails headed back to his room up the street. Entering the way he had left, he picked up his pile of papers and left again. He headed deep into the ring; sure he was ready for any new challenge.