A/N: Ever since I found out about The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, I was intrigued by the game. When I played it, I was so hooked that I decided to do my own fanfic adaptation of it, albeit with a few twists, chiefly by inserting my own OC in place of the quokka the player plays as. As such, things may play out somewhat differently than the game. Also, if you don't want the game to be spoiled for you, then please turn away from this fic. Otherwise, enjoy!

Also, KagamiPINKAgreste, I know I told you that there would be Sonouge and Shadamy in this fic, but this first chapter is more of a prologue to the main events. I promise you, those two pairings WILL be in this fic.


TEN: Life in the Constabulary is the toughest thing anyone can ever do. Many will apply, but few will actually be accepted into the selection process, which will be the longest 29 weeks of your life. During these 29 weeks, you are expected to do everything your drill instructor says, when they say it, and they will show no mercy if you fail to do so. You will be pushed to your absolute limits in a series of grueling physical, mental and emotional exercises, and you must be in peak condition to make it through. Even that won't be a 100% guarantee, for ten recruits have died during this pure hell.

If, however, you do manage to survive this process, once you take that sacred oath, you will become a sworn member of what is perhaps the most elite law enforcement agency anywhere in the world. Not only will you be expected to enforce the law anywhere in the Kingdom of Mobius, but you will also be called upon to execute counter-terrorist actions anywhere around the globe. This means that despite the Constabulary's "three days on, three days off" schedule, you will be expected to be ready for action 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. It doesn't matter if you're celebrating Christmas with your family, taking a relaxing vacation with your significant other or resting your tired soul in your nice, warm bed. Once that tac call comes in, you are expected to grab your black bag and report to your assigned duty station.

Despite all this, given the 90,000+ Mobiums I make each year as a Detective Corporal I, the unique brand of camaraderie that you can't find anywhere else and the satisfaction of knowing that I'm helping citizens in need and serving my country, I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. However, none of the things I learned during the selection process or out on the Mobian highways would prepare me for what would be one of my toughest assignments yet…

The early fall sun cast a comfortable warmth over Emerald City, and Detective Corporal I Ten the Wolf strode up to the front gate of the Royal Mobian Constabulary's Emerald City Western Central command, his veins filled with molten steel and his face stonier than Meat Loaf. Ten was an orange wolf with a white muzzle and black markings around his green eyes that resembled eyeliner/eyeshadow. His attire was a Schott ¾ length leather jacket, a plain white T-shirt, blue jeans and black leather "McNamara" combat boots.

"Papers, please."

Standing guard at the front gate was a Constable – a brown coyote – wearing the typical Spring/Summer Patrol uniform, which consisted of a navy blue peaked cap with a silver hat badge, a navy blue polyester/cotton short-sleeve button-down shirt with silver ID numbers on the left breast and patches on each sleeve – namely a Mobian flag on the left and the RMC shield on the right – a black leather duty belt, navy blue polyester/cotton pants with white stripes down the sides and black leather dress shoes. He was armed with a Colt Commando. Ten presented his ID to the guard, who promptly scanned it with a hand-held scanner.

"OK, go on in, Ten."

"Thank you, Matthews. Have a nice day."

"You too."

After passing through the gate, Ten entered the parking lot, which consisted of civilian vehicles in addition to the RMC's white-over-navy blue patrol cars…"bears" in Constabulary slang, plus a few unmarked vehicles. He entered the station itself, a brick building with ornate marble decorations, and headed straight for the briefing room.

"Good morning, Corporal Ten," said the desk sergeant, a blue crocodile.

Ten nodded. "Good morning, Sergeant Hicks."

Soon enough, Ten made it to the briefing room, where outgoing and incoming Constables were not only inspected, but also went for roll call and the shift briefings. A few Constables were here already, a couple wearing midnight blue Super Seer riot helmets. Ten knew that these helmets were optional and used during situations where riots could break out, but he recognized these particular Constables as part of the elite Interceptor Squad, a group of Constables who patrolled the roadways in unmarked Chevy Camaros, catching speeders that outran regular patrol cars. Thus, the helmets were mandatory for them as a matter of crash protection. In addition to their Para P14 Black Ops service pistols, each Constable here carried an Uzi or Heckler & Koch MP5, or some variant thereof. These submachine guns were generally only used for high-risk suspects or when Constables were deployed on tac calls. Nevertheless, these automatic weapons signalled to everyone that Constables were more than ready for business.

"Good morning, Ten!"

A gray cat waved at Ten. He recognized this guy as Corporal I Fred Berger, his best friend in the Constabulary. Without question, Ten sat down next to him.

"Good morning, Fred. How are you today?"

"Not too shabby! And you?"

Ten nodded. "I'm all right."

"Say, did ya catch the Bluebirds game last night?"

"You know I have no interest in sports, right? We graduated from the same class and yet you still surprise me with this."

"Too bad. It was a whopper of a game! I thought it was gonna go on all night, but Saxon broke the tie in the sixth overtime inning!"

"Right."

"Hey Ten, is Freddy still trying to get you into baseball?" asked another Constable.

"Tony, don't call me that!" said Fred.

"Well, don't call me 'Tony'!" said Constable II Anthony Atkins, a yellow duck.

"Both of you calm down," said Ten. "We're in the same agency, aren't we?"

"Sorry!" said Anthony and Fred.

"Anyways, before I forget, I wanted to tell you something…" said Anthony.

Ten raised his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"What's up?" asked Fred.

"My girlfriend and I just got engaged!"

Ten nodded. "Congratulations."

"Hey, good going!" Fred gave a thumbs up. "I hope it works out for ya!"

"I hope so, too!" said Anthony.

"Hi, Ten!"

Ten got up from his seat and turned to his left to see a pink fox with quite the voluptuous figure. She wore a light gray blazer over a white blouse, a matching pencil skirt and black high-heel shoes. She gave him a big hug, which he gladly returned.

"Hello to you too, Kelsea."

Detective Corporal I Kelsea Kingston was more than just a best friend to Ten. She was – aside from being a fellow graduate and like a sister to him – one of the few people who could put a smile on Ten's face. She'd saved his life during a raid against the Roseinian People's Direct Action Front, and he'd returned the favor by bailing her out from an undercover mission gone wrong. Aside from that, he just plain enjoyed how soft, warm and cuddly she was. Sure, she could never replace his wife Caroline, but there was still a place in his heart for her. Eventually, she let go.

"So, how are you doing today, tiger?" asked Kelsea.

"Not too bad, better now that I got one of your famous hugs."

Kelsea giggled. "Awww…such a sweetie! Hey, you thought anymore about going to that art museum with me on Saturday?"

"I'd love to, but I'm supposed to help Caroline move some stuff from her father's house."

Kelsea put her hand on Ten's shoulder. "Well, if you have time, why don't you bring her along? I'd love to meet her!"

"I actually think you two would get along well. She's also into anime."

Kelsea let out a happy gasp and put her hands on her cheeks. "No way! Tell me: is she into Sorcerous Stabber Orphen?"

Ten stroked her chin. "She might be. Honestly, she's watched so much of it that I lost track."

"Ten-HUT!"

All the Constables snapped to attention when Sergeant II Jim Sumner entered the room. Sumner was a White male human with dark green hair and matching green eyes. He proceeded to conduct an inspection of all the Constables, making sure that their uniforms and equipment were in order. Satisfied that everyone was squared away, he proceeded to conduct roll call. Since everyone who was supposed to be there was present, he conducted the morning briefing:

"Good morning, Constables. First of all, I want to give my sincere congratulations to Constable Second Grade Jones for his exemplary handling of that stolen ambulance incident. It was thanks to his good judgment and well-honed skills that the vehicle was recovered with minimal damage. Let Jones serve as a reminder that we can all learn from each other. Moving on, the Human Liberation Army has been spotted north of the Lower West Side. We don't know what they're planning or if they're even planning anything, but I want Detective Second Grade Rizzo and Detective Corporal Second Grade Gant monitoring their activities. In particular, BOLO for a gray GMC van that was spotted in the same area. Our intel indicates that it belongs to a suspect named Marcus De Vries, who's known to have ties to the HLA. Before I continue any further, I would like to remind everyone that Sergeant First Grade Monroe is still in the hospital with a broken rib. She's expected to recover, but please, keep her in your thoughts and prayers. We've had one too many Constables WIA this year, and each gunshot, each stab wound, each blow to the head…those could easily lead to a KIA, so keep your wits about you as you do your jobs. Any questions?"

Detective Corporal II Preston Gant – a green bull – raised his hand.

"Yes, Gant?"

"The HLA…I've had another source tell me that one of them's got a yellow Volkswagen as well."

"Then BOLO for such a vehicle. Any other questions?"

No one else had any questions.

"Good," said Sumner. "Before I conclude this briefing, I have an announcement for Detective Corporal First Grade Hawkes: please report to Deputy Chief Kleinberg's office. All outgoing Constables, enjoy your time off. Everyone else, get out there, and let's be careful on the roadways."


After the briefing, Ten wasted no time in heading to the office of Deputy Chief William Kleinberg, the daytime executive officer for the Emerald City Western Central command. Naturally, he knocked on the door.

"Come in," said Kleinberg.

Ten walked into Kleinberg's office, which was decorated with a mahogany office desk, a leather swivel chair, various certificates and trophies, and a shelf with various mementos of Kleinberg's career. Seated between the Mobian and Constabulary flags was Kleinberg himself, a silver gorilla with blue eyes. He was dressed in the Spring/Summer Dress uniform, which was similar to the Spring/Summer Patrol uniform, but with a navy blue polyester/cotton long-sleeve shirt and a navy blue clip-on necktie with a gold tie bar. Immediately, Kleinberg got up from his seat, snapped to attention and saluted, as did Ten.

"At ease, Hawkes."

Ten dropped the salute, but remained standing at attention.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" said Ten.

"I have a special assignment for you: recently, we've received intel on a plot to murder Sonic the Hedgehog. According to this intel, his friend Amy Rose is having a birthday party on board a high-speed train known as the Mirage Express, but we don't know who is behind the plot. Your assignment is to board the train disguised as a staff member, find out who the would-be murderer is and apprehend them. Do you have any questions?"

"Just one: who supplied us with this intel?"

"We have no information on that, and all attempts at tracing the source came up with nothing. All the same, please be on your guard. Any other questions?"

"No sir."

"Good. The train leaves from Union Square Station, on the Red Line. I have faith that you'll make me proud. Dismissed."


Ten was heading down one of the halls of the station when…

"Ten!"

Ten turned around and saw Kelsea behind him.

"Yes, Kelsea?"

Kelsea smiled. "I figured you might be off on a special assignment, so I just wanted to wish you luck!"

Kelsea gave Ten another hug, which he gladly returned.

"Thank you so much, Kelsea. I'll always cherish our friendship."

"Awww, you're so sweet!"

Kelsea held on for a bit more before letting go.

"Bye!" Kelsea winked and gave a flirty wave to Ten.

Ten nodded. "Goodbye."

Ten headed off to his assignment, not sure if he'd come out alive, but nevertheless determined to do whatever he could to ensure that he completed his mission. Besides, with Kelsea blessing him, he felt that much better about his success.


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