Chapter 7

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Chapter seven

Fear the Reapers

Rob O' the Hedgehog couldn't stand the silence anymore, 10 minutes was a long time. The teal spiked agent turned to his third partner for his mission. Antoine D'Coolette, one hand was on the steering wheel of the black human vehicle, gripping it tight. In the coyote's other hand was on the hilt of his sleek and polished saber. Fingers tapping it impatiently, both of their radios were silent.

"it 'aze been far to long, I do 'not like 'zis, it's not like madam St John to be late reporting in, wee?" "No, tis not a fair sign, I pray we might have to intervene, shall we?" The two Acorn agents opened the heavy steel doors of the black sedan, both in Royal acorn dress. A black blazer, and grey slacks. It was only deemed necessary on outings to Earth. A shiny brass, acorn shaped, quarter sized badge pined to their left lapel.

Rob O' gave a grunt of annoyance, his teal spines would always find a way to pop out of the black expensive fabric. As he adjusted himself, the hedgehog gave Antoine a nod, both reaching under their blazers and discreetly flipped the activation switches on their pulse phasers. Antoine disliked the clunky and heavy weapons, preferring his razor sharp saber. The coyote had long since left his crippling fear behind him after the seemingly endless years of conflict with Eggman, but this was 'Earth after all'.

The brown and blond furred coyote gave a shudder, and palmed the glinting hilt of his sword; this whole mission gave him a bad feeling. 'Geoffry 'ad better know what 'e iz doing' Antoine thought as the teal hedgehog and himself made their way around to the side alley of the club, the side walk was abuzz with life, and the bouncers were not about to let two Mobius agents in armed, or otherwise. Officially they were not even there; the Human governments had made it strictly clear they wanted any Mobius police or agents to go through them.

Hershey was easy to get in; she took off her brass badge and roughed up her hair with a bit of gel. Unbuttoning her blazer and letting her female… advantages reveal them self's, she looked like a Mobian Female ready to party. The two other agents were going to have to get in another way, "alas, I fear this might be harder than thou had thought." Rob quipped as they stalked the empty and damp ally. When they had almost gave up, a door that had blended into the wall with a thick layer of grime, opened and one of the Female bar tenders stepped into the ally and pulled out a thin white human delicacy, a cigarette.

The two agents gave each other a cunning look, "allo madam" Antoine said as the coyote bowed low. Looking into the female humans eyes with his sparkling azure blues, a charming smile creased his thin lips. "Oh hi there, what can I do for you two?" she replied, an amused grin across her face. Antoine and his two fellow agents had learned one thing about operating in human territory, 90% of humans were very taken with their walking, talking animal counter parts.

Most humans still couldn't believe that it was true, before Mobius was there sister planet, Humans would write stories and make movies of animals that could do just that, walk and talk. Females would get all mushy and girlie when Rob O' or Antoine laid the charm on, and the same worked well with Hershey on Males, although for different reasons. The curvy and charming wife of Geoffry St John used her advantage to find out info from several shady Earthlings were there targets went after they left the hotel.

When the female human was thoroughly involved in the life story of the brave and daring Antoine D'Coolette, Rob O' the Hedgehog slunk around the human into the back staff area of the club. 'Oh how I wish he wouldn't embellish so,' the poetic teal hedgehog sighed. He made his way quickly out of the messy staff room, it smelled of old shoes and too much deodorant mixed to together, 'were art thou Hershey St John? And where be you, Master Prower?' worried Rob O'. The teal hedgehog walked to the main floor of the club, it was loud and the air was hot and humid, Humans and Mobian's were dancing in thick mixed groups. The lights were a flicking torrent of florescent colors, seeming to flash in beat with the thumping, trance like music.

Rob O' was taken aback, this was very odd and strange to the Shakespearian hog. 'I won't be able to spy any-beast of importance with this insufferable distraction' the teal acorn agent reached behind him and pulled out the small yet high powered agent to agent radio, "HERSHY?! CAN THOU HEAR ME?!" Rob O' yelled over the pounding music.

Tails lay frozen; the bright lights of the bath room seemed to be glairing as bright as the sun off the reflective white tiles, the young foxes head was pounding from his upset stomach, the taste of too much cranberry vodka and bile was stuck to the vulpines tongue. His terrified eyes still transfixed on his old ally, her body lay still on the cold floor. The puddle of crimson had stopped spreading, her eyes staring up unblinking at the bright florescent lights, the taps went silent, Tails saw Elis boots turn and head towards his stall, his eyes grew wide and the young fox backed further into a ball.

Suddenly the swinging door of the large bathroom swished open, Tails eyes darted to the source of the sound. His little heart sank, each beat making his headache throb painfully. He recognized the female boots, loose leather only half tied, small stubby heels clicking with each step. The other pair Tails didn't know. They were a shiny black, thick rubber soles, tightly laced the tall boots went almost all the way up the green fatigues of the stranger.

"aw hey kitty kitty kitty, aren't you a cute little pussy cat," Bonnies voice cackled out, laughing, Tails almost threw up again. From under the stall Tails saw Bonnie pounce on the body of the fallen Acorn agent. Stroking her ears, and lightly smacking Hershey's cold face, Bonnie turned her glimmering emerald eyes to meet Tails. The vixen let out a cruel purr, letting the cats head fall with a smack on the floor. It was too much, the fear and confusion, if Tails hadn't felt so terrified he would have been furious.

The stranger spoke, the young orange fox cringed. He sounded mean; his voice was raspy, gruff. "Well that's one agent down; I didn't think they would be here this soon. We must leave, get the freedom fighter." Bonnie pushed the door open, Tails bolted up, meaning to make a dash for it but his vision blurred, and his head started to spin. The alcohol had done its damage. He was helpless, he fell backwards, bottom hitting the toilet hard. Bonnie let out another laugh, "aw dear, I didn't even need to drug you. Don't you love human drink?" she giggled again moving forward and sat on the young foxes lap, her tail curling around his back, intertwining with his. Tails recoiled, turning his head away, sobbing gently.

"W-why Bonnie? Why are you guys doing this?" his tears blurring his vision worse than the spinning effect of the alcohols he had ingested. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on the young foxes quaking shoulders, "aw baby boy, it's just a game. I love you my dear be strong, you're going to help us kill your friends" Tails shut his eyes tight, stomach churning again, he let out a slow sob, "n-noooo please, why?! what did they do?" "Stop tormenting the lad" Eli spoke, reaching in the stall and pulling his sister off the other fox; Dutch stepped in after, kneeling down and putting a heavy strong hand on the vulpines shoulder. Tails looked at the big black Doberman; tails blinked his tears away, his breath caught in his throat "w-who are you?" "I'm the one who's going to burn Mobius" his dark hazel eyes had no humor in them. They were cold. But his voice was softer. Tails glared at the big black dog, letting out a small hiss. Dutch stood up, shaking his head. The Doberman had a matching army green vest, it was unbuttoned and he reached into it, "I'm afraid I still see too much fight in your eyes mister Prower. And it's a long drive we have…" Dutch pulled out a thin syringe, his left hand shot out, grabbing Tails roughly by his arm.

It felt like the dog had crushed his bicep, then Dutch stuck the needle in his arm, it was so quick tails was confused if it even happened, the only reassurance that he had that it did, was the steady throbbing pain in his arm. Dutch tucked the in syringe into a little black case and slid it back into his green vest. It was fast, his whole body felt like he was sinking, the spinning got even worse. He tried to say something in protest but his already slurred speech became inaudible. Before the young freedom fighter went under, he heard something that made his slowing heart beat skip. "HERSHY!? CAN THOU HEAR ME?!"

Dutch spun around, supporting the now unconscious fox buy the scruff of his neck, the two reddish foxes were staring wide eyed at the dead cat, her radio crackling to life. "She wasn't alone?!" Dutch barked, glaring at the two siblings the Independence veteran had recruited; he growled "Deal with whoever the hell that was! Bonnie has your gun Eli, Don't fuck this up! Meet me at the warehouse when you're done here" The two red foxes nodded and smirked at each other, Dutch turned, heading to bathrooms rear exit, a door with a sign reading "Staff only" And with a tremendous kick, splintered open the door. His gleaming .44 magnum in one of his massive paws, and the helpless, unconscious Tails over a muscle bound shoulder.

The two vulpine siblings unwrapped the gifts Dutch had given them; Bonnie received a berretta .9mm with some extra magazines. It's blued metal finish gleaming in the light. Eli took off the black tarp which was wrapped around his firm arm; it was a .45 caliber. Mat black finish, with dark stained wooden panels on the grips, 'colt 1911' etched in the metal of the gun. The siblings grinned from ear to ear. They embraced in a tight hug. "Shall we go play now my love?" Eli asked smirking, his light blue eyes dancing with anticipation, Bonnie pulled back the slide of her .9mm, "Lets" and they moved to the customer entrance to the bathroom, Guns at the ready.