Notes: I own nothing. Rotor is the Head of G.U.N and Towers is the Commander of the Station Square police department. Mighty is in this for a brief phone conversation, he will play a bigger part in the sequel

Sonic pulled his pick-up to the curb when he saw the lights to a police car flash him down. He cut the engine, sitting patiently in the truck awaiting instructions. "Show me your hands," someone said into a microphone and Sonic followed the instructions to a T. "Very good. Now open the door. Put your hands on your head. Behind your head. Face the front of the vehicle, walk backwards towards the rear. Take two steps to your right, stop right there."

"What'd I do?" Sonic asked as someone began to pat him officer nudged him slightly. "Shut up. He's clean, Commander." With that the man cuffed him and threw him into the back seat of the cruiser, where he sat for the next hour or so, staring out his window.

"Damn, Jet, will you take these things off?" he asked as the officer opened his door when they stopped. "Shit...you put em' on so tight."

Jet unlocked the handcuffs, smiling and laughing all the while. "I like realism."

"You like realism?"

"You never know who's watching, Sonic," the Commander said, looking back at the two men as he walked through an open fence.

"Wow," Sonic stated in awe. "Nice place, Commander. It's a lot nicer than that last place you confiscated."

"Ain't it? You know Eddie Fisher built this house for Elizabeth Taylor in the fifties."

The blue Hedgehog turned to Jet, "See? Even the cops are Hollywood in Hollywood."

"Ok, here he is, fresh from Robornik's hot rod heaven," Commander Abraham Towers announced, walking up to his desk.

"That was an $80,000 vehicle, officer," a Purple walrus told Sonic, turning from his own desk.

"Wait a minute," he turned to the commander, "You tell him what happened?"

"He knows what happened," came the answer.

"Send the bill to Mephiles Dark."

"Sonic." Was all Jet said in a warning tone.

Rotor turned to Towers: "The kid's givin' me an attitude? That doesn't speak very well for Police-G.U.N. relations, Towers."

"I walk in the door, and the guy's already givin' me..." Sonic complained, running a hand through his quills.

"All right, all right. We'll talk, Ok? Let's talk about it...Jet, why don't you make us four iced cappuccinos, please? Come on."

Jet turned around, picking some files off his desk. "Regular or decaf, Commander?"

Towers took a looked at Sonic and Rotor before answering: "Uh, Regular, I think."

A few minutes later, Rotor, Sonic, Jet, and Towers were sitting in a conference room, drinking their iced cappuccinos. Rotor jumped right into research mode, pointing to various pictures as he spoke: "Four hijackings in two months, and we don't have anything. DVD players and digital cameras alone are worth a million-two. Which brings the grand total to six million plus."

Towers turned to Sonic, his eyebrows raised. "We're in the political crosshairs now, Sonic. That's why you're undercover."

"You want that detective badge fast, kid. And you want to know something? G.U.N can Really help, if you come through for us," Rotor offered.

"What does the truck driver say?" Sonic looked away from the pictures and to his boss.

"He gave us the same MO Three Honda Civics, precision driving. The same green neon glow from under the chassis. Lab says the skid marks came back the same. Mashamoto ZX tires. So we know that it's somebody in the street-racing world."

Rotor sighed. "We don't make this case soon, the truckers will take matters into their own hands. I tell 'em we're close. You gonna make me a liar?"

The blue hedgehog frowned. Everything was lying on his shoulders now. "Look, what do we know? We all know that this world revolves around Robotnik, right?" He stood from the table, using his hands for emphasis. "Now, I'm not saying that he's necessarily the one that's poppin' these trucks, but I can guarantee the both of you that he knows who is. It's just a matter of time until I win."

The head of the G.U.N would have none of that answer, remarking snidely: "You want time? Buy the magazine. We don't have time. Just get me something I can use."

"Is Vector cooperating?" Towers asked as he and Sonic began walking from the house.

"Yeah," he replied sarcastically. "Like a guy who is gonna do three to five for receiving stolen property if he doesn't."

"What kind of vibe is he getting from Shadow?"

"He's scared to death of him, but he doesn't think he's jackin' trucks in his spare time. He's too controlled for that."

"Wait," Towers said, stopping and pulling Sonic to a halt beside him. "Not that I want to contradict Vector's fine judge of character but, uh, Sonic did hard time for nearly beating a guy to death. He's got nitrous oxide in his blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him, period."

Sonic nodded, taking everything in. "Hey, Towers. I'm gonna need another car," he added before leaving.

A FEW DAYS LATER

The Team sans Silver and Knuckles were working in the garage. "What about parts?" Amy asked, chasing her half brother around with a clipboard in her hand.

"Hold off on that," he told her, cleaning off a wrench before placing it back in the correct drawer.

"Shadow, I don't know what to do with this."

Her half brother was about to answer when the back of a flatbed pulled to the front side doors of the garage. A totaled Toyota Supra that looked like it had seen the pits of Hell sat on the truck. "All right, what the hell is this? What do you got there?" Shadow asked Sonic who had a shit eating grin on his face.

"This is your car."

"My car? I said a ten-second car, not a ten-minute car."

Tails walked up to the burnt shell of a car, hitting what was supposed to be the passenger's side door. "You could push this across the finish line, or tow it. "

Leaning against a car, Blaze laughed as Shadow finished the implied statement: "Couldn't even tow that across the finish line."

Sonic smiled, raising his arms and pointing an accusing finger. "No faith."

"Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard. This is a garage."

"Hey, pop the hood," the blue hedgehog ordered, pointing the front end of the car.

"Pop the hood?"

"Pop the hood."

Once the car was off the flatbed and the driver paid, Tails dove right into the car: "2JZ engine. No shit."

"And what did I tell you?" Sonic asked.

Shadow smirked, nodding at the other hedgehog. "I retract my previous statement."

Tails held a wrench out in front of him, smiling like a kid who had just gotten a new toy. "You know what? This will decimate all after you put about 15 grand in it. Or more, if we have to overnight parts from Japan That Mighty could hook us up with."

"Well, put it on my tab at Vector's and I'll call Mighty."

"Yes!"

"I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass. There's this show down in the desert called Race Wars and that's where you'll do it. I'll tell you what, when you're not workin' at Vector's, you're workin' here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Mister Arizona," Shadow said, motioning to his garage, "you don't belong near a car."

Sonic smiled happily, jumping slightly when he felt a breeze of warm breath on his neck. "He owns you now," Amy said, walking away.