"Bugh! Talk about a waste dump!" The female bat scoffed, swatting the cobwebs out of her wings. The house was clouded with unsettled dust. When she looked over her shoulder, there were families of garden spiders weaving gargantuan webs in a competition to own the grounds that would soon be taken over by Mother Nature's hands. She wasn't fazed by, however, the thought of the prize waiting for her in her boss's hands was still fresh in her mind. The feeling in the hallways the bat roamed was very uneasy. Almost uncomfortable, eerie. When her wandering ceased, in front of her was a door. The dust must have been wiped away recently, as the name "Amadeus" could easily be read.

"Ah, here's the one." Rouge pricked her ears and made a soft push on the door. Out of the doorframe, a gust of frigid air blew by her. She nodded in approval. The bat's steps were cautious, but her seductive demeanor made them appear smooth. Being a female, she knew to look first in the small washroom. Gloved hands rummaged through the drawers until they touched something metallic.

"Now where's a brush-Ah! Found it!" She lifted her hand from the drawer and a metal brush with soft bristles was in her clutches. Small, faded, orange hairs poked out from said bristles. The brush was plopped into a sized plastic bag. Makeup covered eyes met the window, and the sun outside was showing mid-day.

"Perfect. Just enough time to-…" The idea hit her as she made a move back down the hallway. An evil, sexy smirk crept onto her muzzle.

Soon enough the female bat found herself in the master bedroom. Tricking every lock on every single wooden box that lay in the room. Her eyes gleamed when the last box opened, revealing a pearl necklace.

"Gorgeous." The bat tucked the necklace into her heart shaped top for safe keeping. "Now where else would they be hiding?" Her head scanned the area. The wardrobe across the way was just gleaming, calling out to Rouge to take its riches. And so the doors flung open. Once again the frigid wind blew the spy even more. Her ears drooped however; there was nothing inside the wardrobe but a metal can-like container sitting, staring back at her. But there was something about the can that brought interest. There was paper that had been written on fitted around the container. Rouge picked it up.

"Our dearest Amadeus Prower." She grew bored since it wasn't treasure, but remembered of Eggman's prize; "Now this may come in handy!" the container met the brush in the plastic bag. She lifted her wrist communicator close to her mouth,

"This is Rouge to Eggman: I've hit the jackpot."

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Deep in the chasms of Dr. Eggman's base, the evil scientist sat patiently. In front of him, was his treasure hunter, Rouge. The bat girl took out the brush and tossed it to the man in front of her. Eggman examined it' an evil smirk distorted his face.

"Well done Rouge. You've earned my respect." He chuckled. Rouge cleared her throat and snapped her fingers. The door tossed a small bag of gold coins and a few stray crystals to her. The bat's face beamed at the sight of her obsessive drug. But she wanted more.

"Y'know doctor, this treasure is only so little, and a girl like me works so hard." She haggled to him. Eggman smirked and folded his hands.

"And a poor scientist like me can only pay so much."

"Well, I came across something at the house that you may like. Rouge reached into the bag and took out the can. Eggman's eyes widened behind the goggles.

"Only if you pay the price." The bat rubbed her fingers together signaling payment.

"You've gained my respect. But don't expect me to trust a hooker like you." The doctor huffed in a gruff voice. Upon the comment she tossed the container to him forcefully and then put her hands on her hips. The doctor examined the container and slowly swiveled his chair toward the large screens that loomed behind him. There was a popping noise like that of a quark popping from a wine bottle. That same grin made itself evident on Eggman's face.

"Now, what was that about a hooker?" rouge called over to the now evilly chuckling scientist. He threw a larger bag of riches over his shoulder. "That's more like it." She smirked seductively and melted into the shadows of the laboratory. Ignoring any clandestine plans the scientist had in mind.