Two figures stood outside a medium sized building in the pouring rain. One was hiding his face under a black hat, water slowly filling the rim. He wore a black coat to keep himself dry. His companion was slightly taller than him, but had draped a white cape over her head. The waterproof fabric hung down to her ankles, keeping her completely dry. He reached out and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, a grey furred Arctic Fox opened the door. He glanced at the pair comically. Calmly, he reprimanded them. "I thought I told you kids to be home before eleven. You're late."

Fiona rolled her eyes. "We're here to talk with… Syrus. Can we please come in?"

He took a sip of the coffee he was holding before answering. "Okay, but I'm in on whatever you three are talking about." He showed them down the hallway into a large study. The three looked down at the Rat sitting in a chair reading a book through tiny spectacles. Pointing out some appropriate seats, the Fox smirked slightly to himself. "Seems we've caught him in one of his undignified moments. Syrus, Fiona's here with another interesting scheme no doubt." He seated himself in another seat and waited for Syrus to finish the paragraph.

The Rat finally closed the book and set it down, returning to his normal state of laziness. "Thanks for letting her in, Harry. Fiona… who's your friend?"

Tails removed his hat, letting his fairly long bangs fall across his face. "My name is Miles Prower."

Fiona interrupted. "We need equipment, Syrus. Lots."

Syrus sat up straight, at least pretending to be interested. "We got lots of equipment. We can lend it to you as long as you don't use it against Inquisition forces or tell our superiors that we let you have it."

Fiona nodded. "I understand that, but what I want to know is what you'll want in return."

This time Harry answered, leaning forward. "You become an optional asset to us. We call, you answer."

"Harry, I think you might want to rephrase that."

"Why? I think it sounded just the way I intended."

Syrus shook his head. "What he was supposed to mean by that was that you help us when we head into battle. Get it?"

Fiona nodded again. "Got it."

Harry leaned back in his chair. "Good."

Syrus stood up and walked out of the room. "You two follow me." He led Fiona and Tails up a few floors to the hanger. Heading to a small room off to the side, he explained. "The weapons I'm about to show you are what we'll be letting you use, but bear in mind that they are Inquisition issue. Do not let anyone get their hands on these weapons and use them for evil purposes. The results could be disastrous."

Fiona nodded, slightly impatient. "I already decided not to give it to evil people. Just show us what we're getting."

"Uh… right." He opened a weapons locker and pulled out a rifle. "This is the Black Guard's weapon of choice. It has medium range and rapid rate of fire." He tossed it to Fiona. She caught the weapon and shouldered it. Syrus continued on to a pistol. "This is the basic sidearm for Inquisition agents and my personal favourite. Doesn't pack quite as much punch as the rifle, but it can kill just the same. The only real difference is how far the target will fly backwards."

Fiona grabbed it and pointed in the locker. "What's that thing?"

Following her finger, Syrus sighed. "No, you don't need those. They're specifically designed to do damage to daemons. They don't do much to Mobians, maybe cause a headache."

Tails grinned. "So… a holy hand grenade?"

Syrus glanced at him, seeming to suddenly remember that he was also present. "Yes… kind of. I guess you'll want weapons too." Tails nodded. The Inquisitor handed him a rifle and pistol. "Sorry 'bout that. Uh… we also have access to beam swords, if you want one… or two."

Tails gratefully accepted at the same time as Fiona, the later using decidedly more colourful language. Syrus handed them both the beam swords, passing on a warning. "These are run on void energy. The void is where the Chaos Gods dwell. Don't let them break. If they do… Mobius, or at least you, will be devoured by a daemon horde."

Tails took the weapon carefully. "Okay… that would have been nice to know beforehand."

Fiona nudged him aside, activating the weapon. A green blade sprang to life in front of her. She nodded approvingly. "I'm willing to risk it. This could be very useful." She shut it off and clipped it to her belt. "Anything else, Syrus?"

He shrugged. "A couple Gears that we never use, but that's the basics."

"We'll take the Gears."

Syrus nodded. "Wait here, I'll go get them."

Fiona turned and glared at Tails. "We'll take the Gears?"

"What?"

"Tails, I can't use Gears."

"Why not?"

"Because every time I try I fall off and hurt myself. I hate those things."

"Come on… look, I'll hold your hand the whole time."

"Haha, you're funny."

Syrus returned with the Gears, one blue and one orange. "So… what exactly are you going to be doing with these?"

Fiona let Tails carry both Gears while she explained. "We're hunting some criminals down."

"Cool. Like, who?"

"Ixis Naugus… Mammoth Mogul… Shadow, just to name a few."

Syrus glanced back to the weapons locker. "Huh… maybe those grenades could come in handy, then."

Fiona shook her head. "No, not yet anyway. We should probably go now…"

Syrus pointed out to the hanger. "You can take the Spectre. We haven't really been using it and the Wraith is far better suited to our purposes." He led them to the Spectre.

Tails inspected the ship, quite content with what he was seeing. He turned to Syrus. "This'll do."

The Rat turned to leave. "I'll open the hanger doors."

Tails followed Fiona onto the Spectre, suddenly wondering about something. "Hey, Fiona?" She turned to face him. "Uh… why are they letting us have all this?"

She shrugged. "Well, Syrus owes me a lot, but that's too long a story for right now. Let's just say I saved his life… a few times. As for Harry… he probably spent the whole time staring at me. Syrus says he's too stupid to do much else, but then, Harry says Syrus is too stupid to think independently."

"And…?"

"And… they're both pretty much right." Fiona sat down in the co-pilot's chair. "Get in, you're flying."