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The next day

Outside of the Racer's Edge, three cars raced down the street, pulling rapidly into the first few parking spots. "All right, now that's valet parking," Espio said, stepping out of his car. He motioned with his hand and he and his crew walked into the shop. "Vector, what's up dog?"

The older crocodile shook his head, making a gesture that took in the whole store. "Nothing much man, come on in . Check it, it's yours."

The Chameleon walked up to the counter, immediately noticing Sonic. "Damn. What do we got here? Hired some new help, huh?" Sonic smiled and shook his head. "Don't even think about it. What's up, Espio?"

"What's up Maurice? How you feelin'?"

"So, what's up? What do you need?"

"What's up man? I need you to hook me up. Three of everything." Espio handed him a folded up piece of paper, "I made a list. Why don't you look that over?"

"When do you need this stuff by?"

"Tomorrow, today, now. Hedgehogs work fast, don't they?" He turned to his friend, holding out his hand: "Beto, pasa la feria, homes. That's right."

Behind the counter, Sonic typed in a few of the parts on the list, clicking an icon on the screen and pulled up a list of possible cars that would use the equipment. Top on the list: Honda Civics. "Hey, you said you need three of all this stuff?"

"Yeah, three of everything. What do you think about that? Check this out."

Later that night, Sonic did just that. He climbed to the top of a garage, peering around a corner at a group of people that sat in the parking lot of "El Gato Negro." When he was sure that Espio and his people were not paying any attention to the garage, he turned and broke a window, making it easier for him to open the entire thing.

Once inside, he dropped down and moved about, checking out the three covered calls. All Honda Civics. No Mashamoto ZX tires. After finding that these were not the cars he was looking for, Sonic climbed back out the way he came. However, when he dropped to the ground, he was hit in the back of the head with something.

The next thing he knew, he was lying in an ally with Knuckles holding a shotgun to his face. "He moans like a cop," the man said, speaking to the shadows behind him.

"Maurice, this is one of those times that you need to be very clear about what you say." Out of nowhere Shadow Robotnik appeared. "Nod if you understand me."

"Nod!" Sonic did as he was commanded.

"Sit up. Tell me what the hell you're doin' down here."

Again he did as he was ordered, rubbing his head as he answered his mark: "Oh shit. What I'm doin'? Shadow, I don't...I owe you a ten-second car. And what this is about, this is about Race Wars. I just went in there and Espio is gonna be runnin' 3 Honda Civics with spoon engines and on top of that, he just came into Vector's and he ordered three T-66 turbos, with NOS, and MoTeC systems exhaust. "

Shadow stood back, his hands down at his sides. "So, what are you saying? You're gonna go around and check everybody's shit out, one garage after another?"

"Yeah. Because, Shadow,…you know...I can't lose again."

Unwilling to let the subject be steered off course, Knuckles growled. "He's a cop. He's a cop!"

Shadow looked over at his best friend before staring at the man on the ground. "You a cop?" Sonic shook his head. "Let's go for a little ride." With that, Shadow held out his hand and helped Sonic to his feet.

"Walk!"

A few minutes later, they were in Tails VW Jetta, parked outside of the building at which Sonic's Eclipse had been blown to bits. "All right, kid, stand watch," Shadow said to Tails, who nodded and drove away.

Once in side the garage, the men went to work checking on the contents. Knuckles and Shadow looked at the cars, while Sonic focused on the electronics stashed on the other side. "Yo, Shadow," Knuckles said, drawing attention to himself. "There's no engines."

"What are they plannin' on racin' with? Hopes and dreams?"

"I don't know, but I know they're sneaky as shit, and they've got enough money to buy anything."

Just then, a two-way beeped, and Shadow held it up to his mouth. "Oh. What, Tails?"

In the Jetta, Tails sat up after hiding from a pack of bikes that tour down the parking lot. "Shadow, we got a wolf pack. It's Mephiles Dark and he's comin' your way really fast!"

Back in the garage, the men started to hide. "All right, we got company. Maurice!" Sonic got into a good spot just as the lights went on and the doors opened.

"Come on. Move!" Iblis Dark ordered a man, jabbing a gun into his back.

"Let me ask you a question. Do you see anything wrong here?" her brother, Mephiles, asked.

"No," The man answered, raising his eyebrows.

Not liking that answer, Mephiles grabbed the man around the neck and rushed him to a nearby car. "We got no engines, do we?

"No."

"Do we?"

"No!"

"A couple of Nissan SR Twenty motors will pull a premium one week before Race Wars, huh?"

"Probably." Now the man was lying on the ground, Dark's gang standing back while Mephiles stalked forward.

"You're a smart man, Maybe too smart. What are you feelin', Iblis? Forty-weight? Fifty-weight?"

"Forty-weight sounds nice."

Quickly, Mephiles pounced on Him, kneeling on his chest while he held his hand out. Iblis placed a tube in his hand, which Johnny shoved into The man's mouth, while Iblis began to pump the oil. "Where are they ? Where are they!"

Shaking his head futilely, he cried: "They're-"

"Where are they!"

"They're in the warehouse. They're in the warehouse, man!" The hose was removed from his mouth and The man turned over on to his stomach, spitting out as much oil as possible.

Leaning against a car that sat with no engine, Mephiles nonchalantly wiped off his hands with a white rag. "Kiss my shoes." When the "man came close enough, Mephiles kicked him in the stomach, then motioned for everyone to leave. "Let's go get our engines.'