INVISIBLE DETERMINATION

By

Writing Nobody

Determination, the one thing a person needs in order to do something. Without determination, there are only soulless people doing their jobs. Everyone has a goal; they need determination to push them to that goal. You always keep on trying. No matter what is happening. It is the way of people. If it doesn't work, then you keep on trying until it does. Why don't we take a close up on a character that seems to have that sort of outlook?

A certain ninja detective who keeps on working until the job is done.

The moon, always in the sky and determined to bring the small bit of light into the darkness of night. I wonder why the moon even tries. Is it for its own self gain or because it really has a purpose, to bring forth light. The moon doesn't have to rise in the sky and shine its dim light on Mobius. But it does anyway.

Tonight, Espio the Chameleon was on a case. He told his friends Charmy and Vector that he would go alone, he needed the alone time. The case was to find a kidnapped girl, around Charmy's age, but too young to be in a situation like that. Her name is Mary, last seen in the playground with her friends. Her mother is rich and her father is dead.

"She's so unfortunate."

He had a good lead on where she would be. The tall fences were easy to scale and Espio ended up in the bad part of the Station Square. The part where good people die for no good reason and for all the bad reasons. Some barrels with fire lit within them had homeless people huddled around them for warmth. The streets were littered with torn down posters and trash. Buildings with broken and boarded up windows and graffiti stained some walls and dumpsters.

Espio then began to sneak through the wasted streets determined to find the building that his lead gave him. He was determined to find this girl. He had met the crying mother of Mary. Tears streamed down her face as she begged Espio to find her.

She couldn't pay the ransom that the kidnappers had demanded and now she relied on detectives. Of course, he said yes, he couldn't refuse a widowed mother that had lost her daughter.

Now, he silently ran through the alleyways, making sure no one was following and making extra sure that no one knew he was there. He made it to the location and stood in front of an old broken down dark green building. Four stories high and Espio made a well thought out assumption that the girl was being held on the top. Before he snuck in, he thought about the type of people that he's dealing with.

Since they kidnapped a little girl and want a ransom, they are serious. They already sent the mother Mary's finger.

Seeing their brutality, they must be really serious. There is also a good chance that they might be armed. Probably normal pistols, that biggest they might have is probably a sub machine gun but nothing stronger.

Espio then snuck into the building by silently taking out a couple of boards that covered up one of the windows. The smell of blood was in the air and it almost made Espio gag. He snuck through the first floor making sure that it was clear of any enemies. He found the kitchen holding four male dogs all of them playing what seemed to be poker. One gray, wearing a red jacket and regular blue jeans, a smile on his face looking at his cards. The second white, wearing a white tank top with black pants, he on the other hand had a hesitant look on his face. The third brown, wearing a black long sleeved shirt and regular jeans, a pair of sunglasses masked his emotions. The last is a black dog, wearing a green jacket and brown pants.

The one thing that Espio noticed that all of them had in common was the fact that they all had a fire arm. He saw that each had a pistol, but the black dog had a knife strapped to his waist. Espio tried to come up with a plan to kill them all without making a sound, but it obvious that he would have to make some noise as he was there. The only sound reason was to knock them out with some sleeping gas, but if there were more people upstairs the person would kill the girl and his work would be for nothing.

I should check out upstairs first, to see what I'm up against.

His Chroma Camo Cloak made him invisible to the naked eye. He was about to make his way upstairs until a bit of dust made its way into his nose.

He was about to sneeze.

Espio tried to hold the sneeze in but it didn't work.

AACHOO!

His invisibility power left him and the four poker players eyed him with shocked expressions.

All four of the dogs reached for their pistols but were to slow. Espio had already thrown two shurikens which landed on the hands of the gray and white dogs, making them drop their weapons in pain. The other two however, had their guns raised already and opened fire.

The chameleon rolled near a counter for cover. The shooting stopped and footsteps were heard advancing on his position.

But to their surprise no one was there, it was like the chameleon had just vanished or in other words, hide. Espio appeared behind the brown dog and touched one of his pressure points, making him go to sleep. Before he could turn to face the black dog, a knife plunged into his thigh.

The black dog smiled as he looked right into Espio's eyes.

"You're dead you freakin lizard."

That was all the dog could say before Espio hit his pressure point.

Espio hit the ground on his knees. Hands over his stab wound. He looked around, all four dogs were unconscious. He doesn't need to kill them, he'll just let the police figure out what to do. He forced himself on his feet the pain of the wound demanding that he get to a hospital, but he still had a case on his hands. He pulled himself up the stairs, luckily there was no one else in the second or third floor. But as he went up the stairs to reach the fourth floor, he could here faint cries. The cries that came from the little girl. The last floor, was just one big room. But it had a small door that lead to a closet. That is the source of all of crying. The room was basically empty. Nor furniture no boxes, a hanging light bulb that gave off only small amounts of light, torn down wallpaper and that one door.

Espio made his way over to the door, blood seeping out of his wound and dropping to the floor. The wound hurt a lot, but he still had a job to do.

He removed the numerous locks that kept the door from opening and opened the
door. He found a little wolf girl, her dress tattered, dirty and a bloodstained. She had cloth around her right hand and she was sobbing. Espio took small steps towards her, telling her that he was going to help her. The girl then took Espio's hand and they left the apartment.

The police arrived soon after and the kidnappers were arrested. Espio carried Mary to the hospital and contacted her mother about her. She was overjoyed to hear the news and she was crying. She said the he would receive his pay the next day. But Espio didn't get his wound checked out. He simply went back to the Chaotix Detective Agency and treated it himself. Knowing that if there was no determination, that girl would never be seen again.