Sonic The Hedgehog: And The Odysseys Through Time

by SomeRandomSonicFan

When the Prower family creates a time machine to save their parents from a tragic death at the hands of Dr. Eggman, they accidentally unleash war and chaos across time and space. Worse yet, their future is not the only world line at stake... and worth making sacrifices for.

19. Chapter 10: The Greatest Treasure

"You know, if things with Knuckles don't work out you can always track down Mighty and date him. He's red and freakishly strong. He's basically Knuckles if you think about it. I wonder what he's been up to?" Shadow mused teasingly.

Rouge glared at Shadow from behind as they rode along on Shadow's motorcycle. "That is not the least bit amusing, Shadow. Mighty is a nice guy and all that but he isn't my type."

"Ah yes. He's missing a bit of that tragic backstory you seem to be so attracted to. How silly of me."

"You know what Shadow? It was a mistake for me to ask you to give me a ride. Pull over. I'll walk the rest of the way."

"Whoa whoa whoa, I was only trying to lighten the mood. Message received loud and clear. No more friendly jokes."

"Thank you."

"So… how are you feeling?" Shadow asked over the roar of his motorcycle's engine as he passed by a car that was going the speed limit.

Rouge took a deep breath then exhaled, "Physically or mentally?"

"Both."

"I'm still sore from the stitches and staples. It itches like crazy. It should heal up fine as long as I take it easy and don't kick any hedgehogs or robots."

"Lucky me. How are you doing after everything that happened, mentally?"

"Mentally? I'm fine. Just fine."

"No. You're not. If you were, you wouldn't say you're just fine. So what's the matter?"

Rouge sighed, "It's Knuckles. He's an idiot."

"I'm sorry to hear that but I don't think there's a cure for stupidity. Except, maybe, reading a book."

"I'm serious Shadow!"

"Well, what happened between you two after I left to go check in with G.U.N.?

"The short version is, I asked him why he was so stubborn and would not admit to having feelings for me and he… he simply… pushed me away. Said we're too different and that he has a responsibility to protect the Master Emerald and only he should bear the burden."

"Do you want me to go over there and give that idiot a kick to the back of the head? Sharp turn."

Rouge hugged Shadow tighter as he made a sharp right turn as they entered the heart of the city's downtown area. "Don't get involved, Shadow. You'll only make things worse. The situation is delicate as it is."

"What's wrong with that? You're not exactly what I'd call delicate. Personally, I just don't understand why he doesn't just spend some time with you. Hell, I could have guarded the Master Emerald for a few days. It would have been fine."

"I think he's afraid." Rouge said dispiritedly.

"Afraid of what?"

"I think he's afraid of losing anyone he cares deeply about. So much of his life was him without anyone by his side. Anyone he lived with has likely been dead for a long while. I think deep down he's not just adorably shy, I think he's afraid to open his heart to anyone. I think that's why I can never get him to go on a date. Honestly, I really should just steal the Emerald so I at least can spend some time with him chasing after me like the old days. Though that was back before we really knew much of anything about the other and wanted nothing to do with the one another."

Shadow was silent for several seconds reflecting on Rouge's words. Then said, "You know, you two are much more alike than you realize. Don't let any of this get you down Rouge. You're a fine Woman, Knuckles and you both are still fairly young. I'm sure he'll come around. If you feel a part of him deep down wants to be with you, then don't give up on him just yet. Listen, we're almost at the bank but give me a call if you need to talk. Alright? It's not an opportunity I give out often or to just anyone."

"You know Shadow, you're acting a lot like a doting father lately. Maybe you should be the one thinking of settling down-"

"-Don't make me laugh. Being a good team leader is like being a father. You worry about the physical and mental well being of those in your care so they can perform in combat when needed. That's all."

"Oh, that's right. You're more of a Grandpa than a Father. In that case, I'll be sure to send Grandpa Shadow a postcard during my vacation." Rouge teased.

"Don't push it. So what is this stop at the bank for anyway. Who actually goes to banks anymore in this day and age?"

"It's a quick security analysis job. Just a quick buck. Then I take a taxi to the airport and am on my way to a much needed week-long vacation."

"In that case, I expect a souvenir. An expensive one." Shadow said.

"I'm sure they have a coffee mug or something."

"You know I don't drink coffee."

"Beggars can't be choosers Shadow."

"Hmph." Shadow put his foot to the brake slowing the motorcycle down before pulling up to the Banks steps. "I'm no beggar, I just have standards. Anyway, we're here now."

"Thanks for the ride Shadow. You sure you don't want to join me. We could have a whole lot of fun at the Casino."

"Sorry, I have plans."

Rouge hopped off the motorcycle and grabbed a large carry-on suitcase that had been secured to the back of the motorcycle. She put her hand to her mouth in faux surprise upon hearing Shadow's statement. "You? Have plans? Like what? Bingo with the seniors at the retirement home?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny, but no. I'm going to be visiting a farm and later on this week I'll be giving a bomb defusal lesson to a potential future agent."

"I see. Well you have fun with all that. I'll see you in a week, Shadow. Enjoy your quant trip to the farm old man." Rouge gave a two finger salute as she began to walk up the steps towards the Bank.

Shadow squeezed the handlebars tightly, he looked at the road in front of him before he turned back to look at Rouge as he spoke, "Rouge, before you go…"

Rouge turned and faced Shadow. "What's up?"

"I don't often speak like this Rouge, but we were pretty damn lucky back at that mountain. I was overconfident. Sloppy. I underestimated the danger and as a result, you and Tangle almost paid the price. After having lost Maria... then recently almost losing you and Tangle..."

Shadow looked away from Rouge, far into the distance. His composure and heavy silence conveying more in that moment than he ever could with words.

Rouge felt for Shadow. Sympathizing with how hard it must be to lose someone you loved, and the fear that comes with almost losing a dear friend. "Shadow…"

Shadow turned back toward Rouge, a determination echoed in his voice while a fire blazed in his eyes, "Trust me when I say it won't happen again. That's a promise. I swear this to you as my witness. It won't ever happen again. I won't let it... That's all I wanted to say. Later." Shadow turned on the motorcycle's engine then sped off and around the corner.

Rouge gave a sad smile and waved as Shadow departed. When Shadow was out of sight she turned to the Bank doors then entered the building.

The first thing she noticed were armed guards each toting full plated body armor and had either a high powered rifle or a compact submachine gun.

An Owl was pacing about inside. Upon hearing Rouge enter the Bank the Owl turned his head one hundred and twenty degrees then hooted nervously before approaching her. "Ms. Rouge, thank you so much for coming on such short notice! G.U.N. said you were their best when it comes to these matters."

Rouge smiled pleasantly. "Naturally. Please go on."

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Bank Security Manager for this particular Federation National Bank. For legal purposes our conversation will need to be recorded. Is that all right Ms. Rouge?"

"That is fine by me. As long as you're paying I'm happy to assist however I can." Rouge said with a grin and a wink.

"Of course. Of course. Please follow me." The Owl hooted and a Human approached and followed the pair with a state of the art recording device. The Owl led Rouge to just outside the Vault room where nine nervous employees stood by under guard as if they were waiting for something to happen.

"This is not normal security, even for a bank." Rouge thought to herself.

As Rouge entered the vault room and looked at the Vault and her jaw dropped. "Oh my goodness."

The Owl motioned with a wing toward the sealed vault door. "The vault door weighs 80 tons. It has a lock so advanced it takes 10 people to access it. In addition a twenty digit randomized code must be entered that only I have access to which randomly changes every ten minutes. Last but not least the vault when closed is pressurized to a fatal degree and all oxygen is removed."

"I hate it." Rouge deadpanned. "What material surrounds the vault?"

"Roughly twenty five feet of pure granite."

Rouge whistled out loud. "Cameras on the inside?"

"Naturally."

"If you want my opinion it seems to me that this baby is impenetrable."

The Owl smiled a self deprecating smile, then he began nervously panting, before finally he collected himself. "Yes, well, that is why we wanted a professional opinion. Ms. Rouge. What would it take to break into this vault?"

"It's not practical to blow your way through thanks to the size and tonnage of the vault, nor can you blow your way through the side because of the granite. That means you need to take a more traditional route to get in."

Rouge stepped closer to the vault and looked at each of the ten lock mechanisms. "You would need a team larger than ten people, mainly so the ten could break into the vault. They would need to get the code from you either by hacking your server or by forcing the code from your mouth. My guess is the code is generated in house so taking you hostage would not exactly help unless you or someone else on the inside could provide the code. That may well be extremely difficult depending on your Bank's Cyber Security, though not impossible. On top of all this you would need a group to disable the alarm, the cameras, and have a lookout. It is all very high risk and in my old days of thieving I never would even dare dream of attempting a nightmare job like this. I think you can sleep well at night knowing this is virtually impossible to break into."

The Owl swallowed nervously. He stepped very close to Rouge. "That's the thing Ms. Rouge. It was broken into."

"You're pulling my wing." Rouge stared at the Owl in disbelief.

"I'm afraid not. Are you sure there is no oversight we have made regarding our preventive measures?"

"No. It is the best security system I have ever seen or heard of. It might well be the single most secure vault in the world for all I know. I still don't fully believe you. If I might ask, what was stolen."

Upon this question the Owl seemed to be near an emotional breakdown. "Well, since you are with G.U.N. I suppose it won't hurt to tell you." He turned to the human recording and motioned for him to pause the recording momentarily. After the recording was paused the Owl just barely composed himself enough to speak. "A Chaos Emerald was stolen."

"No way. You're lying. That's not possible."

"Our cameras outside the vault did not detect any unusual activity nor a single breakin."

"... and the cameras on the inside?" Rouge held her breath.

"The last footage we have that was sent to our in house server was a bright flash then our cameras were disabled by an electromagnetic pulse. No clues. Nothing. It's as if a ghost broke in."

"That is not possible." Rouge said.

"I didn't do it. I'm innocent. You have to believe me. I'd never!" The owl began to silently sob. "T-This is a nightmare. My reputation... I'm going to lose my job for sure." The Owl began sobbing quietly."

A woman stepped toward the Owl. Rouge recognized her as the lead investigator for G.U.N. "Sir, if it is alright with you we are ready to begin our questioning of your employees."

"Please do." The Owl said.

The Woman nodded and exited the room to begin her work.

The Owl stammered, "Are you sure there is not any explanation for this? No oversight that would explain-"

"-I'm sorry. I have honestly no idea how this could have happened. The only thing I could think of was that it was an inside job. That is the only scenario that makes logical sense."

"But, I didn't. I couldn't!"

Rouge looked at the despirited Owl, "I can't prove it… but for what it's worth... I believe you."

"I see. Thank you for your time Ms. Rouge. That's… that's all we needed from you. You are free to leave when ready."

Rouge was then escorted by one of the armed guards outside. She then called a taxi to take her to the airport. As she got in the taxi and settled in she tried to think of how the Emerald could have been stolen. Before she realized it she had arrived at the airport.

She didn't have the slightest idea.

…

"Good day. This is your Captain speaking. We will be arriving at our destination in approximately six hours. So please sit back and relax. If there is anything we can do to make your flight more relaxing please don't hesitate to press the button above you and alert one of our fantastic flight attendants. The weather is expected to be sunny with a two percent chance of rain, with minimal turbulence. I've been informed many of you are tourists so let me say real quick that once we approach Grand Metropolis there should be some splendid views of the energy capital of the world, their shimmering blue roads, as well as their patented flying cars buzzing about. At night if you are still in the region, if you look far in the distance you can even see the lights of Casino Park. The wife and I are still paying off the credit card from that trip, ha ha! Turns out the living pinball game is actually a lot harder than some make it look. For those of you with children let me personally recommend Splash Hill Zone for some family friendly fun. With that said, thank you for choosing Federation Airlines and on behalf of the whole team we all hope you have a wonderful flight."

Rouge stood outside the entrance to the airport. Grand Metropolis was a beautiful and secretive city. On paper it is a Constitutional Republic. In reality, it is a city that is controlled more or less by HEXAeco energy production company and is effectively run by an Oligarchy. HEXAeco supplies over one third of the world's energy which gives it political weight not just abroad from places as diverse as the Federation and Casino Park but also de facto control of Grand Metropolis. However, since the company is only interested in making money the governance has been left to the people's representatives so long as their bottom line stays untouched. The outcome is a tug of war between the affluent populous, their representatives, and the business elite. Fortunately, a portion of the proceeds have been fed into the City State and allowed it to achieve a technological revolution that is several decades ahead of even the Federation. Though, not having a formal military has left them dependent on the Federation and G.U.N. for protection. The city has become the place to be if you're looking for a life of luxury, or the illusion of such, provided you have the money to burn. As Rouge stood and stared, taking the the sights of the lively city, she saw the varied and brightly colored skyscrapers all across the city, roads that literally materialized out of thin air, and an Artificial Intelligence network of self-driving cars and taxis at work keeping the busy city humming along much like the neon red energy that flows through the pipes all throughout the city.

Rouge recalled how she had been here before with Shadow and Omega when they first became a reluctant team. That was business however. Now, her visit was just for pleasure. The trip was a perfect getaway from work. Well, almost perfect Rouge admitted to herself. It would be better if she had someone to enjoy it with.

"Stupid Echidna." Rouge mumbled under her breath. She looked and noticed a taxi sitting idle. She walked up to it and the window glass flashed Unoccupied.

Rouge entered the Taxi where she was greeted by a soothing artificial voice. "Welcome, please scan your card or fingerprint to begin." Rouge scanned her card. "Thank you Rouge the Bat. Your card has been accepted. Where may we take you today?"

"The Grand Metropolis Hotel."

"Excellent choice! Please fasten your seatbelt and the vehicle shall depart. Thank you for choosing-"

"-Mute." Rouge said abruptly. The rest of the car ride was in silence as it flew through the air.

After Rouge had checked into her room and unpacked her luggage she decided to grab a taxi and hit the town.

Rouge entered the building of her first of several destinations and was welcomed by a dapper door greeter. After browsing for less than a minute Rouge was promptly greeted by a handsome Fox dressed in a black suit with his hair slicked back.

"Welcome Madam, how can I be of assistance today?"

"I am looking for a new ensemble and perfume. Something to catch the eye at a social gathering." Rouge said.

"Wings tucked in or on show?"

"On show."

"Of course. Here at Nicole's we offer personalized service and the highest quality clothing, shoes, handbags and cosmetics from world-renowned designers. As well as the largest and most varied selections of perfume from all over the world. If you would be so kind as to follow me I can get your measurements then I can recommend some exquisite pieces for you to select from."

"That sounds lovely. Please lead the way."

"Right this way Madam… now, please keep your arms by your side in a natural state. I will now measure your bust and waist size so we may recommend the best we have on offer for your particular figure."

The Fox measured Rouge above and below the bust, then her waist, wing position, and lastly her hip. The whole process took less than a minute with the Fox measuring lightning fast across Rouge's elegant form.

"I have finished taking your measurements Miss…?

"Rouge, Rouge the Bat, and you Sir are?"

"Galvin. Might I recommend a Braless low cut, backless dress, naturally with built in breast support? This minimalist approach will show off your exquisite figure, as well as your wings and have all eyes on you instead of an over elaborate dress..."

"I do want it to be long flowing with matching gloves."

"Of course. Excellent choice, I mean that sincerely. Would you be shopping for accessories with us today?"

"Just a perfume to compliment the attire. Accessories, not today, thank you."

"Very good then, please excuse me while I prepare your outfit." The Fox bowed his head slightly as he departed to the back of the store to personalize Rouge's outfit.

In the meantime Rouge browsed the large selection of perfumes. The Golden Ring, Le Damsel, The Duchess, and Unrequited. As Rouge browsed the store she could not help but have one of the perfume names stick in her mind. She circled back to the start of her perfume browsing and looked at Unrequited. She opened it and sprayed a small amount on her wrist, then rubbed it on her other hand's wrist before smelling it. As she inhaled the fruity scent. It smelled faintly of grapes.

"Here you are Miss Rouge." Galvin presented Rouge with her custom dress. She tried it on and examined it in the mirror. In the reflection Rouge could not help but notice that Men and even some women were doing double takes as they walked by the store.

"It's perfect. I'll take it and the perfume I've selected."

"Splendid. Will that be cash or credit Madam?"

Rouge smiled and handed him her card. "Debit."

As Rouge was exiting the store in her new dress she said goodbye to the store greeter then stretched her wings as she stood by the road and dialed for a taxi as a family of three began to walk by. Suddenly a small force collided with Rouge.

"OOF!" Said a little boy as he slammed into Rouge, having not been paying attention to where he was walking. "We are so sorry, Timmy are you okay?" The Mother said. "Of course he is. He's fine. Son, get up and apologize. Now!" The father said. The mother cupped her hands over her mouth in horror. "Oh no! We are so sorry dear. Your dress!"

Rouge, after helping the child up to his feet, then looked over her dress and muttered, "Oh shoot!"

"We are so sorry." The mother pleaded once more. The father got out his wallet, "How much was the dress, I insist we cover the damages?"

"Really, it's no problem."

But your dress is covered in mint ice cream. Are you sure?"

"Really it's no problem at all. I've been covered in far worse."

"You don't say…" The mother elbowed the father. "I mean, you don't say? Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, some cleaning detergent and cold water for ten minutes and it will be good as new."

"At least let us pay for your dinner or cab ride. We feel just awful." The mother said.

"It's really no problem." Rouge turned to the devastated and ice creamless little boy. "So this is your son? How cute! Well, take this." Rouge handed the boy enough money for him to buy another ice cream."

"Oh, you don't have to do that miss, we've caused you enough trouble as is-"

"It's really no problem." Rouge's taxi landed and the door slid open. "You three have a wonderful rest of your day."

"Thank you ma'am. You too!"

The child smiled and waved as the Taxi flew back to the hotel.

After the excitement Rouge was left alone to gaze out the window as the world passed her by. She hated the silence, but most of all, she hated being alone...

"Miss? Excuse me, Miss?"

Rouge continued staring at a large green gem, lost in her thoughts.

"Miss?"

Rouge blinked and looked up to the Gem Merchant. "Yes?"

"May I help you find anything today? We have a wide selection of jewelry available. Is there anything in particular you are looking for?"

"I'm interested in only the most exceptional of gems and jewelry. What are the largest pieces you have for sale?"

The seller grew a large grin across his face and dollar signs appeared to be emblazoned across his eyes. "Yes ma'am. Let me go to the back to bring out a few of our premium items."

The Merchant went to the back of the shop and returned a minute or two later.

"Now this piece is one we only show to inquiring customers of means. This is the piece we have. This pink diamond is 5 carats. It makes an excellent showpiece for the home or can be fitted into an extravagant piece of jewelry." The shopkeeper paused his explanation as the bat in front of him appeared to be distracted, as if she was at best only half paying attention to him. He was certain she hadn't even looked at the diamond. As he drew a breath he followed her gaze outside. He could not see anything that would demand her attention especially compared to the wonderful jewels that were on brilliant display in his jewelry store.

Rouge watched as a family just outside the shop walked by chatting happily to one another. Family, Rouge thought, it was something she never really fully experienced. She had a Mother but they had not talked in ages... A reflection of light caught the attention of Rouge. She saw that the ring the wife wore refracted the light creating a rainbow of colors for no more than a second, at least to her exceptionally sharp eyes. The "diamond" she wore was most likely a Moissanite. A cheap imitation of the real thing. Yet to the husband and wife and their children, this fact was seemingly irrelevant.

"Ma'am?"

Rouge watched as the family walked down the pathway, their children skipping ahead, swinging around light poles before reuniting with their parents as they all cheerfully continued on their way…

"Madam?"

Rouge clenched her fist reflexively, as she stared enviously at the family walking by. How much, she wondered, would a member of the family sacrifice to ensure the happiness and safety of the others? Was there even any intrinsic value that could compare to the value they measured toward one another? To value, to love, and be loved by someone more than all the riches of the world combined… this… this was something Rouge had never known in her own childhood and seldom felt toward but a small handful of people in her life.

Rouge tore her jealous gaze away from the family as she silently chastised herself for having been so selfish as to covet the fortunes of others. Though, she knew deep in her heart that she would give anything to have what that family has. To be cherished such that her value in the eyes of another would be impossible to grade.

"Miss-"

"-I'll take it."

"Of course, did you not want to evaluate the gem?"

"No. It will do. Throw in some emerald earrings as well. I don't care about the cost."

"C-Certainly Madam."

As the family rounded the corner out of sight, Rouge suddenly felt very old, that life was slipping through her grasp. She worried of one day waking up and being all alone in the world. Old. Cast aside by the world. Unvalued.

Rouge took the offered bag containing her new jewels, more to add to her ever growing collection. As she sat in her taxi she pulled out the jewels she had purchased and looked at them for the first time. She wondered if the shopkeeper had played her for a fool? The shimmering gemstones, that had been cut so expertly, with colors so vibrant that reflected the rays of light so brilliantly... those shimmering jewels that she held did not look worth much. They did not look worth much at all.

Rouge's body was irresistible toward the mortal male. Well, most males, she thought, remembering one red echidna her beauty had proven ineffective towards.

"Idiot." Rouge said toward herself.

Suddenly a well dressed human sat down at the bar beside her. "Bartender, two drinks please. One for me and the beautiful lady here."

Rouge turned and smiled seductively, "Actually, I don't drink. I like to think clearly. One never knows what situation a lady will find herself in."

"Really, that's too bad. What work do you do?"

"I discover problems for clients then help troubleshoot them."

"Sounds like boring IT work." The Human took a sip of his drink.

"It all depends on the company one has on the job.

The human turned and flashed a charming smile, "So, do you have any company tonight?"

Rouge smiled, "Matter of fact I do. I have the cutest Gem at my hotel that can't wait to see me tonight. I'm going to fall asleep holding him and never let go."

"Oh, well, it sounds like you two are very happy together."

"We are. I hope you can find such happiness someday."

The man chuckled reluctantly, "Ain't that the truth. You two have a nice night." The man smiled, paid for his drinks, then left.

That was the 5th one that night that tried their luck. Rouge couldn't blame them though, she was being a tease. Rouge, now alone at the bar, stared out the window and watched as cars flew past. She wondered what Knuckles was doing right now."

A loud whistle rang out across the bar, the sound aimed directly toward Rouge. "Hey good lookin! How have you been?"

Rouge heard the bar seat physically groan around the weight of this creep. Oh great, Rouge thought as she pretended not to hear him and continued staring out toward the city.

"Waiter, get me one of those pink girly drinks."

"Now you listen here, pal!" Rouge's temper flared as she turned to give a verbal beatdown to this presumptuous, pompous-

"-Mighty? Is that really you? I haven't seen you in ages!"

Mighty the Armadillo smiled and bowed. "The one and only!" His Red shell glistened in the light. His yellowish-tan skin and black fur gave the impression that the Armadillo was wearing a suit of sorts, though in truth he only wore shoes and gloves as was the dominant fashion for many non fashionable men.

"How have you been? What have you been up to? None of us have seen you in years." Rouge asked elated.

"For a while Ray and I were wandering the world, doing charity work here and there. After Eggman's most recent attempt at world domination had been foiled, a lot of families had been caught up in the devastation. A lot of innocent lives were lost because of Eggman's indiscriminate attacks." MIghty's ecstatic expression quickly disappeared, replaced with a look of heartfelt sadness. "After that, Ray and I started an international non-profit to help orphaned children find families. Ray and I collect the occasional bounty to help keep the charity's books green, despite how much I detest violence." Mighty's face turned grimm with disgust and revulsion, as if his mind had recollected a past memory he would rather forget. "It keeps the streets safe and helps the children find homes, so the need to fight is a burden I'll gladly bear since it's for a good cause."

Rouge smiled genuinely, "You're not just doing well you're literally doing good. I think that's pretty cool. I'm really glad to hear you're doing so well. Though, how did a good looking bounty hunter and charity worker end up in the City of Sin?

Mighty coughed awkwardly his face turning pink, "I'm actually here for business if you can believe that. A wealthy donor gave me a VIP trip to Casino Park and a sum of money to spend. I'm hoping to hobnob a bit and attract some new donors and if I'm lucky, make a pretty penny for the charity." Mighty said bashfully.

"That is so good to hear Mighty, and I was only teasing. It's quite a coincidence. I'm going to Casino Park as well to try my luck, though my intentions are far less noble than yours. What a small world we live in. Knuckles and the Chaotix have spoken so fondly of you over the years." Rouge said.

Mighty's face beamed at the compliment, "Aw-shucks. How are they? I really should make time to visit them once again…" Mighty said with a hint of melancholy in his voice.

"Respectively, they're as stubborn and broke as ever. Supposedly happy." Rouge said gloomily.

Mighty noticed this change in demeanor. "How are you Ms. Rouge? Are you happy?"

"I'm content." Rouge said matter of fact.

Mighty grimaced, "That's a dangerous thing to be, Ms. Rouge."

"Please Mighty, call me Rouge."

"Well then Rouge. How are you and Knuckles? He speaks of you very often in the letters we've exchanged."

"He gets postal on that floating island?" Rouge said in disbelief.

"Well, no. But if you mail a letter to Tails, it tends to find its way to the island sooner or later if you include a handful of peppermints as payment."

"Really? I had no idea…" Rouge looked at the wooden counter as she thought of how best to answer the question, "It's… complicated." Rouge turned to look Mighty in the eyes, "What exactly has he said about me?"

Mighty grinned. "You really want to know?"

"I do."

"I'll tell you what, if you hand around me for a bit at the casino to help me get an elbow in to hobnob with the ritzy folks, afterwards I'll answer any and all questions about knuckles you have. Does that agreement sound fair to you?"

Rouge raised an eyebrow. "So you want me as eye candy to help you get a seat at the table, so to speak?"

Mighty grinned mischievously, "It's for the children Rouge, and Knuckles has told me of not just your beauty but of how impressed he was by your past cunning and resourcefulness. I'm sure you'd be the life of the party. So, what do you say?"

Rouge thought, then smiled then grinned at the red and black armadillo. "Mighty, you have yourself a deal."

The two shook hands.

Just then, the bartender returned with a pink girly drink, complete with a pink miniature umbrella, a crazy straw, and a piece of fruit wedged onto the side of the cup. It was not uncommon for a Man getting such a drink to fall victim to some harmless teasing. No one in the room, let alone the bartender dared make even an off hand comment though, as Mighty the Armadillo was built like a tank. His naturally armored shell supposedly was harder than steel or concrete and allegedly had stopped bullets, or so Rouge had heard. The rest of his so-called, "soft" body, was pure muscle.

Mighty thanked the bartender and gave him a generous tip. He turned to Rouge and raised his glass, "Well, here is a toast to new friends and to our futures. May they be bright!" Rouge then held up an imaginary drink playfully, after which Mighty took an actual drink of his fruity beverage, which is to say, he downed the drink in one gulp.

The next day Rouge arrived at Casino Park, or specifically, the most prestigious and ritzy of the dozens of casinos that were in Casino Park, The Vault. She checked in then headed to the third floor of ten, the game floor where a multitude of slots, blackjack, and other gambling games were to be found. There she saw Mighty talking to a young human couple, one of which was expecting and had a round bump protruding from her belly. Rouge walked up to the trio when she overheard Mighty.

"Are you sure you don't want me to watch the machine-"

"-Oh no, it's quite alright. My husband is on fire!" The Wife turned toward her husband who was feeding coins into the machine, only for the slot machine to feed out the couples winnings, the Wife then started to massage her husbands shoulders as she spoke, "You're going to keep betting mister!

If our luck holds out we'll have our mortgage paid off by the time our anniversary is over!"

Mighty looked a little distressed, "But, I-I've never been here before. I don't know where you go to cash in at the Bank, I only know where you go to get chips."

"I know where to go, I've been here once before." Rouge said.

The wife beamed at hearing the news, "Oh, could you walk me there. The last thing I want is one of the Casino guards walking with me. If you do too well they spy on you, you know. If you wouldn't mind walking with me we would be very grateful..."

"Sure, I'd be happy to." Rouge replied.

"Then let's get ah moving then." Misty grabbed a huge bucket filled with casino coins. "My name is Misty by the way, and this hunk over here is my husband, Mark!"

"Hello." He said with an awkward wave.

Misty gave her husband a kiss on the cheek, "I'll be right back sweetie. So you keep on winning."

"Oh the things I do for love." he said snarkily.

"Oh, tough it out Big Boy."

Misty turned to Rouge and grabbed her hand. "Let's go!"

The two stepped into an elevator and Rouge pressed the tenth floor button.

"So, how long have you been…"

"Pregnant? Eight and a half months. I'm expected in a couple weeks."

"I meant, how long have you two been married?"

"Oh, fair enough question. We've been married for three years."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Did you always plan to have kids?"

"We waited for a while because of money, but it got to the point where we said, fuck it. Jokes aside, he's a great Man though. I'm really lucky to have him. What about you? Have you been taken by anyone?" Misty grinned as she stared at Rouge lecherously.

Rouge ignored her double entendre, "No, there is someone I'm rather fond of but he's a bit dense in the head. It's complicated..."

"Do you want to have kids someday?" Misty asked.

Rouge's face was flushed as she was caught flat footed by the question, "Kids? If I met the right Man I'd… consider it. I can't keep doing my job forever. It would be nice to settle down someday."

"Take it from me. Making a kid is really easy. At least for Mark and I it was. Finding a good Man though, that is really hard. So my advice, girl to girl, is if you find a good man grab his ass and don't ever let go."

Rouge, still feeling awkward with such a candid conversation, tried to diffuse the tension with a joke, "Well, that is some very... particular... advice. I can see why you're pregnant… I'm sorry, that was crass of me."

"No, no. It's a fair point." Misty grinned.

The elevator dinged when it reached the tenth floor and the pair stepped out onto the fine carmine colored carpet as they made their way to the Casinos Bank where Misty's winnings could be cashed in or held until they departed. In total, around twenty five people were in the room, a notable few stood near a restroom that was tucked into the corner of the room, fidgeting nervously. The two ladies walked through the open double doors, this being the only entrance to the bank, then took the seventh place in line together and prepared to patiently wait their turn to be served. Rouge got out her phone and checked her email and for messanges, she stared at her phone as she debated sending Knuckles a text and debated what exactly she should say after their previous argument.

So focused was Rouge that she was completely oblivious to what had transpired in the next two minutes. Her acute hearing heard the elevator ding once more. She subconsciously heard three pairs of steps approaching the bank's reception area though thought little of it as her mind was occupied by the red echidna.

The three figures soon entered the banking area. Leading the trio was a sharp dressed purple and white furred weasel. He wore a brown stetson cowboy hat, as well as brown gloves and brown and white boots. His twin holsters on his hip were empty and a single fang could be seen protruding from the left side of his mouth giving him a look of impending mischief. Behind and to his left, was a Green Duck with yellow skin and blue eyes. He wore white gloves with red sneakers and a red handkerchief around his neck. His face looked absolutely ecstatic. Overjoyed even. His eyes had an unnatural glimmer to them, like that of a child experiencing joy and awe for the first time, a gaze that given the circumstances most would find extremely unnerving.

The last of the trio stopped at the dual doorway. His massive and imposing frame blocked the entirety of the entrance and exit to the Bank as he closed the doors behind him quietly. He was a yellow and white furred Polar bear, with blue eyes, a red toque, a green scarf, and brown gloves and shoes. His face looked guilty and disconcerted, as if he was morally at odds with himself but resolved to his role in life that he had, for better or worse, chosen and was responsible for.

The weasel walked forward with his duck companion, both ignoring the line of customers. There was some murmuring and a few people protested the skipping of the line. When the weasel reached the front of the line he pushed a customer out of the way to talk to the receptionist from behind her protective glass fortress. The individual who had been pushed protested but the duck had said something that shut the protesting man up immediately and caused him to backpedal away from the duo, leaving him only with a look of disbelief and extreme fear. The receptionist glared at the two hooligans upon seeing their uncivil contact and told them both to go back to the end of the line or the police would be called.

The weasel cozied up next to the speaker that allowed him to talk to the bank teller in a quiet voice as he stood on his tippy toes to more easily see and speak with the teller.

"From this moment onward, this is a bank robbery and a hostage situation. Unless you want blood on your hands I want you to notify your Casino and bank manager that explosives have been placed surrounding the perimeter and throughout the building and anyone attempting to flee the Casino will be either gunned down or blown up. If everyone cooperates, not a single hair on anyones head will be harmed. Are my instructions clear?"

The teller's jaw dropped but she quickly recovered her composure. "Y-Yes sir. I'll send the message right away."

Not long after the Bank Teller had sent the Casino and Bank Manager the Weasel's message, an announcement was heard throughout the Casino's Emergency Public Announcement Broadcasting System.

"Hello, this is the Casino Manager speaking. Firstly, a situation has developed and I would like to ensure that all of you are perfectly safe and that no harm will befall anyone so long as you stay calm and follow the preceding instructions: Firstly, do not attempt to leave the Casino under any circumstances until I or the authorities instruct you to do so. If you do attempt to leave you will die. Secondly, stay calm and do not panic. Those are the two rules you must follow. Again, the rules are: Do not attempt to leave the Casino until I or the authorities instruct you to do so and do not panic. A hostage situation has developed and anyone attempting to leave the Casino will be in grave life threatening danger. I have been informed the hostage takers have gained control of the lobby, emergency exits, and several other floors, and are armed and dangerous. Your full cooperation is expected and everyone has been promised by the hostage takers that no harm will befall anyone should you cooperate fully. They merely want our banks money, they do not wish for any harm to befall anyone. That is why your full cooperation and patience is required. I would like to finish by saying that we here at The Vault Casino take your safety and well being as our number one priority and that-"

"-Allright, that's enough pal." A nearby voice said as the microphone was grabbed causing the announcement to abruptly end.

The weasel grinned and lifted his hat and took from his head a wooden pop gun he had been hiding. "Now, to add a period to that sentence." He turned to face the duck, "Bean, do it."

Bean the Dynamite smiled as he snapped his fingers with glee. Not a second later, an explosion came from outside the Casino and reverberated throughout the building causing those present to scream and panic.

The fanged weasel grinned as he shouted at the room. "Alright. You all heard the announcement! Line up along the wall and be quiet. No one needs to get hurt. We are here for the bank's money which is insured. Cooperate and you all will go home none the poorer and unharmed to your friends and families. If you refuse to cooperate it will be the last mistake you ever make. So be good little hostages and line up, stand quietly, and wait for our business to conclude!"

Everyone lined up along the wall, several of the guests were shaking with fear. By now three other members of the criminal gang had reached the tenth floor, their guns further persuading the utmost cooperation. One of the criminals walked up to the weasel.

"Here's your revolver sir." The lackey said.

The Weasel smiled as it was handed to him. "Hello beautiful." He put the steel six shot revolver in his left holster.

"What now Nack?" The lackey asked his boss, handing him a radio.

Fang the Sniper's eyes popped out of his head for a moment in rage, he pulled from his right holster his popgun and shot the lacky in the face leaving a swollen welt. "It's Fang the Sniper! Call me Fang, you idiot! Only my sister calls me Nack and I can't stand her!"

"S-sorry Fang, Sir."

Fang proceeded to shoot the mook several more times with his popgun.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! How can it fire so many corks? It doesn't seem physically possible."

"Shut up!" Fang fired his popgun at the mook's head one final time for emphasis. The cork bounced off leaving a painful bruise but all things considered, it was a very minor injury.

After brooding in his anger for a moment more, Fang the Sniper gave an order to his minion, "Speak with the Casino and Bank managers. Ask them to divulge information on how to open the safe. Tell them that if they refuse, we'll start breaking bones or tearing off nails as needed until they are feeling more cooperative. We don't have time to play nice. When they give you the info, radio me. We'll need specific employees to access the safe and its contents so be sure not to damage their eyes or palms on the chance we need biometrics. For everyone else, remind the crew that no civilians are to be harmed. As I previously said, our success is dependent on the hostages being threatened but unharmed. That is the only thing keeping the pigs from swarming the place."

"Y-yes sir."

Fang opened fire on the lackey with his pop gun, "Now get moving and hop to it you mook!"

As the lackey cowered to shield himself from the barrage of corks, the radio's activated and a static filled message came through. One of the hostage takers spoke through the radio, his voice nervous and shaky, "We- we're going to need backup here on floor five. We got a big red guy here who looks like he might be trouble. We have him cuffed at the moment but honestly, he looks like he could break out of them without even trying. His presence is causing some of the civilians to start getting... ideas. Over."

Fang sighed and spoke into the radio, "Suppressors, stay at your posts. Bark the Polar bear will be sent to maintain order on floor five. Over." Fang nodded toward Bark who subtly nodded then left his post by the duel doors to report to floor five and help maintain order.

It was at this moment Fang looked at the crowd of people and saw Rouge the Bat. He grinned and swaggered over to her. "Well well well, if it isn't my favorite fruit bat. Look at you, haven't aged a day, looking plump as ever, heh, and what's this? You're all dressed up for my new debut? You shouldn't have!"

"Who are you again? Nack the Weasel, was it? I see you're as pathetic as I remember. Hostage taking? You never could win fair and square could you, always resorting to cheating and deceit. I didn't think you could stoop lower but I suppose I'm the fool for doubting your ability to prove me wrong. So, who was desperate enough to hire you this time?"

"That's none of your concern, and It's Fang the Sniper if you're smart. Sweet talk all you like sweet cheeks, we both know I'm the best treasure hunter in the World."

"Sure, with Knuckles stuck on an island and with myself retired from the profession, I guess there isn't much competition these days. Far be it from me to rain on your little parade though. You. Poor. Pathetic. Thing. Does Nack the Weasel need his widdle sister to help him put on his tweasure hunting pants?"

Nack the Weasel bit his lip in anger as he glared at Rouge, his veins protruded along his neck as he spoke in a threatening and baritone voice, "My name is Fang the Sniper. You'd best remember it and watch your tone lest you forget your place you little b-"

"-Boobies! What massive bombs she's got!" Bean the Dynamite shouted upon seeing Rouge's breasts.

Fang the Sniper face palmed, "Bean, go away. I'm talking to my arch rival here."

"I want to talk to the boobie lady! Can I have a hug? Pretty please? I'll let you hold my super duper lucky, one of a kind, shiny spoon!" Bean the Dynamite Duck held out his beloved spoon.

It was an ordinary metal spoon.

Fang sighed. "Rouge, give me your earrings."

Rouge glared at him but did as she was told.

"Here Bean, here's some shinies for you… now fetch!"

Fang threw the two ruby earrings across the room. They glimmered in the light as they traveled through the air.

Bean's eyes widened and a massive O shaped mouth appeared across his face as he stood frozen in awe of their brilliance and beauty. An enormous smile appeared on his face as he shouted, "Shiny!" He then ran after them. As Bean obsessively stared at the ruby earrings, Fang and Rouge now could continue uninterrupted.

"Where were we?" Fang began, "Oh, right. If you're a smart apple, you'll stay out of our plans. I'm being a gentleman and refraining from harming you but if you cross us… you'll play the price. I mean pay the price. I own this house, Pteropuss, and you best remember this... the house always wins. Always."

Rouge put her hand over her heart, sighed, and closed her eyes as she spoke, "I wont do anything, you have my word."

"Good." Fang said with a smug smile.

"Oh Chaos." Misty said. This sudden phrase caused both Rouge and Fang to look toward her in earnest curiosity and confusion.

"My water just broke." Misty said, answering their silent question. "I need to go to the hospital right now." the Mother-to-be said candidly.

Fang's face drooped and his grin was wiped from his face, "You're not going anywhere. We're not going to be inconvenienced by some pregnant Woman. That's your problem for-"

Misty screamed a blood curdling cry then started hyperventilating, "Where's my husband? I need my husband!"

Fang was taken aback by the sudden change in the room's atmosphere, unsure how to handle the situation as it seemed to already be spireling out of control. "Lady, quite down."

Another civilian spoke up, "I'm a doctor, this Woman needs medical attention. You wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of the child would you?"

Fang the Sniper bit his lip. "No one is leaving their holding area. However, you three may go to the restroom to perform the delivery so long as you keep the noise down… and clean up your mess!"

"But my Husband!" Misty cried out.

Fang's veins swelled in size as he shouted at the Woman, "Is staying right where he is! This is a hostage situation not a delivery service! Bring your Husband up again and we may have to rough him up instead of you! Now scram!"

Rouge and the Doctor helped Misty into the Women's Restroom.

"And close the door!" Fang yelled as he blushed from both anger and embarrassment.

…

The doctor gently placed Mary down on the floor, his coat serving as an impromptu pillow, "Since your water broke there is a high chance you're already past the first phase of labor without realizing it." The Doctor said.

Misty was breathing rapidly with each contraction, "H-how long do I have for my husband to get here?" Misty screamed in pain once again.

The Doctor thought for a moment. "Anywhere from twenty minutes to a few hours."

Rouge was sitting next to Misty with a look of worry and concern on her face when Misty grabbed Rouge's hand with a death grip. Misty's face looked like a Woman who was overwhelmed with pain, shock, and disbelief. As if all her worst case of labor scenarios had come true, with several others she never could have imagined, the largest though, was that her husband was not present for the birth of their child.

"Rouge. Forget the money, forget about the bank robbery hostage thing, I need you… oh, Chaos the pain... I NEED you to get my husband."

"But-"

Misty squeezed her hand harder.

"-I NEED MY HUSBAND HERE!" Misty screamed at the top of her lungs before screaming aloud as another contraction caused her immeasurable pain.

Rouge took a deep breath. "Okay. I'll find him if you stop crushing my hand, I'm used to sneaking around believe it or not. I'll find Mark."

Misty let go of her hand and began to cry. "Thank you Rouge! Oh thank you! You're such a blessing. Thank you!"

"I should be able to dig through the wall and floor in the corner but I'm going to need noise cover," Rouge said. "Misty, I'll need you to scream as loud as you can in a moment. Can you do that for me?"

The doctor had a watch out and was timing Misty's contractions. "If my timing is on point, your opportunity is fast approaching. Whatever you're going to do I'd get ready."

Rouge moved to the corner of the restroom and was posed to begin demolishing the wall and floor at a moments notice, glad to have worn her trusty combat boots, being they are both stylish and practical for such scenarios.

Misty continued her rapid breathing when the doctor said, "five, four, three, two, deep breath-"

As Rouge's eardrums nearly burst, she violently dug her way through the restroom tiles using her strong legs and combat heels to pulverize the wall and floor. Her recent injury seared with pain along her groin but she grinned and beared it. She had a job to do. She could get new stitches later. Before the screaming ended Rouge had broken through the restroom tiles and was brute forcing her way through several layers of drywall and insulation. As the screaming died down, Rouge had not only slipped through the diagonal space she had created, she walked onto the ceiling that divided floors nine and ten, brushing aside cobwebs and carefully walking around ventilation and air conditioning units. Suddenly the tile and drywall she was on gave as she crashed through the ceiling landing onto a poker table. Rouge groaned after her indelicate landing and braced herself for a fight... but no one was seen on the large casino floor. In fact, she found the game floor to be absolutely vacant of sentient life.

Rouge took a moment and collected her thoughts. Escaping the tenth floor had been the easy part of her plan. Now her mission was to get to the fifth floor and free Mighty. Together they should be enough to throw a wrench in Fang's operation, subdue his goons, and along the way find Misty's Husband and reunite the pair in time for the miracle of life. That is, after they've defeated Fang and his goons on the Tenth floor.

Rouge hesitated, her thoughts keeping her from taking immediate action. Her thoughts were heavy with both consequence and importance. What she was doing was dangerous, not just for herself, but for the many innocent people being held hostage. However, she quickly discarded the concern as she knew that Fang, while he was a rotten, no good, lowlife… and a thief… at the end of the day Fang was not a stone cold killer like so many other criminals. She highly doubted he would kill anyone. The other criminal scum she was not so sure about. She was not too worried about them though, as their mission, in order to succeed, undoubtedly predicated on the hostages being unharmed as that was the only thing keeping Robotisized SWAT teams at bay and the Casino and other authorities would be willing to negotiate for a peaceful and non-violent resolution. Luckily for Rouge, she was not afraid of a little controlled violence. It made her feel strong and sexy, mostly when she was kicking Knuckles' cute ass. Oh, how she loved their fights back when they were hot blooded rivals-

-Rouge lightly slapped her face with both hands to regain focus. "Get your mind out of the gutter Rouge."

Rouge scanned the game floor she was in and found herself to be alone for the moment. She found a napkin with a pen nearby and used the pen to pierce her dress, with significant effort she managed to tear it apart below her waist so she could have more maneuverability and flexibility. After that was done she held onto the pen as she gathered information about her surroundings. There were several poker tables around her, further across both sides of the room were large slot machines she could use as cover to help her advance to the elevator that was likely further down the hall. Lastly was the bar and restaurant area that was a little further down the current hallway. The restaurant and bar area was tucked away from the main hallway on the right side and was filled with tables. There was a bar counter that patrons would normally be served drinks at, behind which were all manner of wines, beers, and spirits. A door that read, employee-only, was also behind the counter at the corner end of the bar and likely led to a kitchen. Rouge brainstormed for a moment, she might be able to find a tool or weapon to arm herself with in the kitchen which would be incredibly useful as she was outnumbered and outgunned. After stealthily walking through the ninth floor she heard the ding of the P.A. system come online as it blared a message to all throughout the casino.

"Attention all units, a Female Bat named Rouge the Bat has escaped Floor Ten and is likely sneaking through floor Nine. She has made a career out of being a Spy, a Treasure Hunter, and a G.U.N. agent. Floor nine should be thoroughly sweeped using the buddy system. She is to be considered extremely dangerous and armed. If found she is to be ordered to surrender, if she refuses to comply with your directions to stand down she is to be shot with non-lethal rounds immediately until she complies then shot some more for good measure. She will then be brought before me so I can make an example of her to the media of what will happen to government agents who interfere and fail to cooperate. Use this as a teachable moment for the hostages and remind them that if they continue their excellent cooperation, no harm will come to them. In short, capture the Batgirl, and thank the hostages for being such good hostages. That is all."

"Well, crap." Rouge said to herself. Just then she heard the sound of a round being chambered in a firearm. She froze. She was just across from the bar and restaurant area as she heard talking from down the hallway. The words and footsteps quickly grew louder as they got closer. Rouge ducked behind a slot machine and peered down the hall to see an overweight panda and a human male, the former eating a bamboo flavored candy bar, the latter holding a small caliber rifle that bore a suppressor. They chatted quietly as they passed by. Rouge quietly tip-toed toward the restaurant-bar area when the human glanced behind him after sensing movement.

"Freeze you... surprisingly attractive Bat?"

Rouge froze in the middle of the hallway, a mere ten feet from the cover of a slot machine. She held her hands high and swung her luscious hips to her side, showing off her figure. She smiled seductively toward the two men.

"Hey there boys! Looks like you caught me." She said with a sultry voice.

"I said freeze! Don't move another inch."

"Calm down. I'm just raising my hands slowly."

"You're going to come with us. Fang wants all opposition captured and tied up so you don't do anything stupid."

"I actually have some errands to run, so I'll need to take a raincheck on that dinner date." Rouge said cheerfully.

The Man aimed the firearm at Rouge. "I wouldn't recommend that."

Rouge grinned, "Alright. You caught me." Rouge walked forward as the man lowered his gun to an at-the-ready position.

In a flash, Rouge dived behind a nearby slot machine she had been next to and almost got into cover unharmed, a single round from the man's Firearm grazing her wing.

"-She's resisting!" The man shouted over the sound of silenced semi automatic gunfire as he laid down suppressive fire on Rouge's position. Rouge grimaced as the tip of her wing seared with pain, and blood trickled down her wing. The Human continued to open fire into and around the slot machine as he advanced on Rouge's position.

"Your bullets are not penetrating!" The panda yelled over the silenced, albeit still loud gunfire.

The shooting stopped as the man reloaded his semi auto carbine. "I know, idiot. Fang was the one who insisted we use rubber bullets. I'm lucky I was able to sneak in these hollow point rounds. Just cover me."

Rouge dashed deeper into the maze of slot machines and hid.

"Where did that Bat bitch go?" The man muttered.

"Come on out, you just startled us, is all. We promise we won't hurt you." The panda shouted across the game floor.

"Pam, I just unloaded a thirty round magazine toward her. Do you really think she's going to believe you after that?"

"It was worth a try."

"You're an idiot. Just get ready to grab-"

Rouge emerged from her hiding spot as she quickly snuck up behind the Human and slammed her heel into the back of the man's knee causing him to reflexively collapse. He was now only a mere foot or two taller than Rouge. Rouge in the same breadth jumped onto the man's back, then did a falling kick onto his gun causing it to fall to the ground. Upon landing she stabbed him several times in the face with her pen then picked up the gun with her left hand while the man shielded his face and eyes from Rouge's assault.

In the next second, a large impact sent her flying across the game floor before slamming into a slot machine. The gun had fallen from her grasp halfway through her involuntary flight. Rouge and the Panda looked at each other, then the gun, before making a mad dash to retrieve the firearm. Rouge being far more fit and combat ready reached the gun first and upon picking it up aimed it at the Panda charging her and pulled the trigger...

The gun beeped twice and did not fire.

"What?"

The panda expecting this, slammed into Rouge, hard, sending her plummeting toward the ground once more. She had a deathgrip on the gun and despite being dazed knew the gun could not fall into their hands. She pressed the button to dislodge the magazine and hurled both it and the gun to opposite sides of the game floor. The Panda stomped closer and picked her up by the neck and began to squeeze when Rouge's feet flailed about until she kicked the Panda in his crotch then proceeded to claw at his eyes. The Panda hurled Rouge into a marble column, she rotated and allowed her arms to absorb the brunt of the impact, slightly sparing her head and back from the blunt force trauma. Rouge panted, not giving herself a second to catch her breath as she crawled, stumbled, then ran toward the magazine, picked it up, stuffing it in her bra, then continued her mad dash toward the kitchen. The Human almost caught up to her and tried to slug her as she ran by but Rouge dodged his attack at the last second. Upon reaching the bar, Rouge grabbed a beer bottle a patron had left unfinished and abandoned. Rouge turned and swung a restrained kick at the Man, feeling her stitches stretch and tear even more, but Rouge ignored the sensation and pain as the Man swiftly dodged her kick at the last second. He had just closed the distance when Rouge threw the beer can at his head, it was swiftly dodged. Rouge stepped backwards then jumped on a nearby table, then onto the counter while dodging his wild punches, finally, Rouge jumped above the man. As she descended, she attempted to kick him in the face but he leaned back causing her to kick him in the rib cage multiple times before using him as an impromptu springboard and landing just out of arm's reach on the floor. With Rouge's body filled with adrenaline, and the blood pumping rapidly throughout her body, she didn't notice the cracking sound of a rib breaking.

The man clutched his chest as he drew a large, pained, single breath, "You... Little... BITCH!"

The man delivered a flurry of punches that Rouge dodged, Rouge then unleashed her counter strike. She dodged his next punch toward her and stepped right next to the Man on his left side so that his right hook was behind her back at its farthest point of extension. She then grabbed his left arm with her left arm and pulled it toward herself, as far left as the arm would go, Rouge then clenched her right fist and rapidly slammed her elbow into the man's left rib cage. The Man ripped his left arm away and swung at the three and a half foot bat but found the angle awkward and easy for her to dodge.

At this time the Panda had run over with the magazine-less carbine and aimed at Rouge who ducked. The man noticed her look of shock and terror and turned just as the gun was fired.

The man screamed more from shock than any particularly fatal injury, "You, you shot me. You idiot!"

Rouge then jumped and with both feet kicked the injured man to the ground as the Panda hurled the the empty carbine at the Bat, It flew over Rouge's now prone body, the Panda stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, his face was enraged. The Panda exhaled ragged breaths as he stomped forward in a blind rage, intent on crushing his opponent.

As he approached, Rouge crouched low to the ground making her harder to hit. Just as the panda threw a bone breaking punch toward Rouge, she swung her body and cartwheeled through the air as she both avoided the attack and used her strong legs to strike her foe twice in the face before landing, though the two kicks did little more than momentarily stun the terrifying herbivore. Upon landing Rouge immediately performed a leg sweep causing the Panda to fall to the ground. Rouge then picked up a bar stool and bashed the prone panda in the head until he was unconscious. Rouge then turned to the male human who had been shot by friendly fire and took several pained steps toward him.

"Whoa whoa whoa, I've been shot here. I surrender, Now get me some medical aid!" The Man said.

"Let me see the gunshot wound." Rouge grumbled as she took a step closer. "The round looks to have failed to expand properly and did not damage any organs, major or minor arteries, or veins. You're extremely lucky. You'll be in quite some pain. I'd wager you'll live. Now stand still while I find something to tie you two up with."

"Hey, come on. This really hurts. I'm bleeding out here"

"Oh, you're such a baby."

"I was shot!"

"A minute ago you were trying to kill me and now you're begging for help. How pathetic. You're lucky I'm a lot nicer now than how I used to be."

"S-so you'll help me?

Rouge sighed, "I suppose I must. I can't have your blood on my conscience."

"Thank goodness!" The man said. "Thank you. Thank you so much!"

Rouge grinned mischievously, twin fangs glittering momentarily in the room's light, "Before we get to that I have a few questions for you to answer, how many people are in your group and where are all the hostages?"

The panda, barely conscious, stammered as he yelled toward the injured man, "D-don't tell her anything Man!"

"Shut it fatty! You shouldn't have shot me if you wanted me to keep quiet, but since you did I'm not going to die because you can't aim!" The man turned to face Rouge, the latter of which had a self pleasing grin on her face. "The hostages were all distributed to the first, fifth, and tenth floors. There are about two to three "suppressors" per hostage group to keep the civilians in line.. Several of the members are wandering around the facility trying to gather all the employees, for what reason I have no idea. Now I answered your questions so dress my wound already. My fingers feel like they are going numb!"

"Alright already, you're in pain. I get it. Dressing your wound will hurt like hell though. But you're a big boy, I'm sure you'll handle the pain just fine. Now sit right there for a moment while I find something to tie you boys up with."

Rouge found an extension cord to use as rope to tie up the two lackeys, she then disinfected the bullet wound using one hundred-ninety proof alcohol she got from the bar, quickly dressed the man's bullet wound using a polyester napkin and tape that was found behind the counter.

"It's not perfect but it will do until you can get proper treatment. Until then don't go anywhere."

Rouge stood in front of the employees only door and turned the doorknob only to find it locked. Rouge turned, took a step, and was about to leave when she heard a heavy exhale of air from the other side of the locked door. Rouge turned and knocked on the door.

"Hello? It's safe to open the door. I'm that Bat they said to keep an eye out for. Could you open the door please?"

The heavy metal door opened slightly allowing Rouge to just barely slip inside... only to find a terrified young woman shaking as a knife was thrust toward, and held up to Rouge's neck. Rouge raised her hands slowly, a single bead of sweat sliding down her face. She spoke softly and quietly, not making a single movement.

"I'm not one of the hostage takers. I just wanted to see if I could find something to defend myself with in here before I set out to rescue the others. That's why I knocked on the door." Rouge gave her best nervous-reassuring smile. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"You mean it? You… you're really not with the hostage takers?" the Human female asked.

"Listen, sweetie, I don't know if you heard the rumble that went on outside a minute ago but I got in a fight with two of the hostage takers and they are tied up just outside this room. Why don't you lower the knife and we can close the door and talk. Girl to girl. What do you say?"

"O-okay." The young girl shakily lowered her knife from Rouge's neck and took a few steps back, visibly overwhelmed by the stress of the day's events. "B-But close the door."

After closing the door Rouge turned to the frazzled employee, "Are you alright, hon?"

"I'm fine, I'm… I'm okay." The Woman said more so to convince herself than to convince Rouge, "I'm just a little shaken, when I heard the first announcement I immediately ran away and locked myself in here before anyone noticed me. I watched in horror, powerless to help anyone, but unable to look away as some of the casino guests started grabbing children and women, threatening to harm them unless everyone did as they were told. Any of the men who did not cooperate were beaten… slowly and gently so as to not leave any physical marks as they were made an example of. I was so scared and ashamed I didn't take anyone with me. I panicked. I'm horrible." The woman's shaking stopped as she fought back tears.

"Listen honey, no one would blame you for acting in self preservation. In an emergency you need to take care of yourself and your loved ones. Now, do you know of anything I could use as a weapon?"

The young lady wiped away stray tears, "Well, I have cutlery you could use, I'm not sure how useful they would be in a fight though. They weren't designed with fighting in mind but you're welcome to take them."

"They could be used as a distraction if nothing else, thanks."

"Oh, I do have something that could prove useful, cactus extract."

Rouge's face twisted into a disappointed grin, "Dear, I don't think cactus juice is going to help me rescue the dozens of hostages that have been taken."

The woman's constitution improved and she slowly began to speak with more vigor and passion, "I know it sounds silly, but this is not your ordinary cactus extract, we're talking 100% pure Resiniferatoxin extract. If this gets in your mouth or eyes you're out of a fight… if not dead."

Rouge cringed at the young girl's supposedly naive words, "Now sweetie, I don't mean to sound rude but it's clear you've never been in a fight. Discomfort, no matter how intense, wont stop an enemy from trying to pummel you when their life is on the line. Trust me, I've been on both sides of those kinds of fights."

The employee glared at Rouge, clearly vexed by the Bat's doubt as to the power that was pure Resiniferatoxin Extract. "No, You listen to me. Clearly you're a tough girl and can handle yourself. I can tell that much by looking at you. But this," The girl pounded her chest with a closed fist, "As a chef with a dual major in culinary arts and chemistry, this is my area of expertise. This stuff has caused children to go blind and killed fully grown men. It's over sixteen billion scoville heat units."

Rouge cocked an eyebrow "Wait, you're telling me this is some kind of poison?"

"Not exactly, it's more like a deadly chemical. Or hot sauce if you have a superhuman stomach and want to impress women. I smuggled it in as a side gig. Please don't tell my boss."

"Don't worry about that. So it's really more of a poison? Okay, so how exactly would I use this without accidentally killing myself or others?"

"You simply open the cute little vile I'd give you, put it on your glove, then touch the foe's eyes, mouth, or nose. Then I recommend you burn the glove or at least put it out of reach of small children. Unless you want to commit unintentional manslaughter or cause a child to go blind. No joke. I mean it."

"Listen honey, I'd prefer to not kill anyone today if it can be helped. Do you think you could, I don't know... dilute it a bit?"

The employee's eyes looked away from Rouge as she thought. She began visibly sweating, "Oh gosh, I'm having flashbacks to freshman biology class. Uh, I think one milliliter needs to be diluted with a gallon of sugar water. I'm pretty sure that's it. I could be mistaken..."

Rouge's jaw dropped. "It's that strong?"

The girl's voice pitched higher to match her uncertainty, "Maybe 4 gallons, to be on the safe side? It would take a while to dilute. How much time do you have?"

"None."

"Hmmm, well, If you're worried about killing it should be perfectly safe so long as no one drinks the vile. If you just get a few drops in the eye, mouth, or nose, I am fully confident that they won't die… though they no doubt will wish they were."

Rouge stared at the girl for a moment in silence, "So, as long as no one drinks it, in the worst case scenario they would just be permanently blind, right?"

"Well, maybe… probably… I'm sure they'd be fine. But even if not, these are bad people! They need to be stopped!"

The girl used a key from her pocket to unlock a secure cabinet, A multitude of spices and viles could be seen, the likes of which rouge had never witnessed, she then pulled out a single vile and kneeled before Rouge, offering her the vile.

"Use this great power wisely, and with great responsibility. You hold death in your hands."

Rouge took the vile, "Oooookay. Thanks dear, I'm… I'm going to go now. Lock the door behind me."

"Let me know how it goes!" The girl said cheerfully. Her previous worry and fret entirely dissipated.

Rouge closed the door behind her and made her way to the elevator. She put the magazine that had been stuffed in her bra in the trash can. Then entered the elevator she noted how nice it was, it even had a door on the ceiling for an emergency escape. As she was descending to the fifth floor she had a realization.

"Crap. I forgot the knives." She held up the tiny vile she had been given and stared at its unassuming contents. "Looks like it's up to me, a mere mortal and you, oh God of Death."

The elevator dinged and slowly slid open.

Rouge's eyes practically bulged out of her head, standing in front of her two more people, the first was an eight foot tall Rhinoceros, that looked to be eighty five percent muscle, the second was that annoying green Duck who would not shut up about her breasts.

"Boobie lady!" Bean the Dynamite Duck cheered. "I knew if I waited patiently you'd be here eventually!"

Rouge froze, trapped. She slowly raised her right hand and pressed the floor one button and the doors slowly closed. Just as they were about to close shut a massive and muscular arm wedged itself in the small gap and the elevator doors opened again.

"Heh, nice try booby lady. Now come along, or we'll have to get serious."

Rouge smiled nervously, "Sure… just let me drink this vile real quick."

Bean's eyes narrowed with laser-like focus, "Wait, what is that."

"Oh, this? Nothing. Just let me drink it and I'll be fully cooperative."

"No! Give it to me! I'm thirsty! Fang never lets me have Soda. He only ever lets me have fruit and vegetable juice. I want caffeine and fake sugar! Give it to me! Give it to me now! Let me have it!"

Rouge put on a hurt expression, "I'm sorry little boy but this is an adult beverage. You're too… cute and tiny to dare drink this. Maybe in ten years when you man up you can have it then."

The Rhino stepped forward and took the vile from her.

"I'll take it." He said, his voice booming across the hallway.

Tears formed around Bean's eyes. "No fair! I'm fifteen. I'm duck enough to drink it."

The Rhino turned to Bean, "I'll try it first, then if it's safe for you to drink… I'll let you have some."

Bean shed tears of joy, "Rio, You'd share it? You're the best!"

"Hmph. Anyway, here I go…"

Rouge held her breath.

The Rhinoceros opened the vile. He let a small dab of it touch his tongue. The Rhino's reaction was immediate.

The Rhino dropped the vial causing it to shatter on the ground, meanwhile, the Rhino fell just outside the elevator, screaming in agony, "I'm dying. Oh, Chaos. The pain, this must be worse than child labor. Oh God if you exist, please deliver me from this hell I call life. I need milk. Oh, Chaos, my tongue. I need milk. Milk…" The Rhinoceros passed out.

"Huh?" Bean said as he stared at the motionless Rhino, confused. He turned back to look at Rouge, only to see a foot inches from kicking him in the chest. A second later the adorable duck was sent flying backwards, slamming into a wall. His eyes teared up again as he recovered, pouting all the while, "That… that was mean…" Then as if a switch had been flipped, the formerly adorable duck now had a look of insanity about him, he raised his hands and two massive bombs appeared, their flicks lit and rapidly dwindling. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! AH HA HA HA HA! Bomb Voyage!"

Rouge rapidly pressed the close door button, but just as the door closed shut one of the bombs had landed in the elevator.

"Descending to Floor One." A robotic and feminine voice cheerfully announced.

Time seemed to freeze for Rouge. She looked at the walls, the floor, and the ceiling.

She was trapped.

She realized at that moment she was going to die.

"Oh. Silly me." Rouge said aloud. She leaned over the bomb and at the last second and pinched the wick, extinguishing the flame.

She heard a huge scream from above followed by pained sobs, "Nooooo he had so much to live for! He was going to go off in a massive explosion of fire and smoke! It's not fair. It's not fair! Oh... brilliant idea Bean! THIS WILL TEACH HER!"

A second later a multitude of explosions tore through the elevator shaft, debree and shrapnel rained down upon and around Rouge. The elevator began to tilt then rapidly descended. The immense blast had blown a hole in the ceiling of the elevator, its cables destroyed by the blast causing the elevator to begin to enter free fall. Rouge jumped up through a gaping hole in the elevator's ceiling and to her horror she had not the strength to fly, due to her previous bullet wound and the day's physical exertion having taken their toll on her. She dug her fingers and feet into the wall desperately trying to find any sort of purchase to grab hold of as she fell rapidly. Several floors flew past her. She timed herself and thrust her arm out in desperation as she attempted to grab the protruding edge of concrete where the opening to the fifth floor was. Her arm slammed into the slab of concrete and she hung on for dear life and for half a heartbeat slowed her fall. Her body's momentum continued though, and a heartbeat later she felt her right arm pop out of its socket as Rouge continued plummeting to the ground.

Her last thought before her impact was of Knuckles. She wondered, if she died… would he miss her?

Seconds later, Rouge was no longer falling.

She wasn't moving either.

...

Rouge felt as though she was floating. Her body felt weightless. Which was odd, as she counted the seconds she should have impacted the ground by then. She strained herself and tried to open her eyes, blinking several times to clear her vision. She looked around the elevator shaft and saw she was on the unbroken portion of the elevator's floor.

Her body was numb, in fact she felt little to nothing at all which terrified her even more. Rouge focused her mind and did some mental calculations,she recalled past conversations with Shadow and Knuckles, and thought about her hopes and dreams. After this quick mental exercise she doubted she had any brain damage, so she must have landed on her heels, ass, and thighs. Her left arm, chest, and thighs had scraps and bruises from a blunt impact so she… she must have... landed…

Rouge dry heaved, her body physically shaking from exhaustion and vertigo. After she regained her bearing as best she could, she tried to stand. To her surprise she was able to. That was when she noticed something odd. She was no more than a meter below the fourth floor. Some form of emergency brake system must have activated and slowed the elevator's descent. Her luck held, as with but a short hop Rouge could be on the fourth floor platform and perfectly positioned to pry open the doors to continue her mission. Rouge steadied herself with her left hand leaning on the wall and jumped onto the platform. She then moved to pry open the door with both her hands when she nearly blacked out from the pain.

Her eyes rolled in her head, clenched tight, she opened her eyes, unable to keep from sobbing quietly. Her arm socket felt as if shards of molten glass had been put directly onto her nerves. The smallest movement sent searing pain throughout her arm, causing her heart to race as her body naturally reacted to the intense pain by releasing large amounts of Endorphins.

"Please don't have an interlock device." Rouge said as she tried to pry open the door using her left hand, then her foot and left hand, then she stopped trying as she caught her breath, her body shaking and pale. The elevator doors had opened a couple inches but were slowly closed by an automatic system. Rouge took off one of her gloves and put it in her mouth, biting down hard. She repeated her efforts and managed to get the first of two doors open partly. She shoved her body against the door using her shoulder and hip to keep open one side of the door, and her left foot to keep open the other. That still left one door to open. Rouge pulled with her left hand onto the final door, opening it an inch, then she took several deep breaths as she raised her arm, pinning her right dislocated shoulder and her arm to the wall. She then pulled with her left hand toward her and pushed her body weight with her right hand. The final door opened a meter wide and Rouge threw herself through the doorway. She dry heaved again as tears stung her face, she thought she was going to pass out from the pain but she remained conscious.

Rouge found herself in a wide, well lit, empty hallway. It looked like a shopping center. The hall was lined with marble and light playfully bounced off the refreshingly cold tiles. Rouge struggled to her feet, she had a mission to do, and crying was going to do worse than nothing for helping her emerge the victor from the battle. She looked at the shops she walked by, perfume shops, jewels, and the high class Honey clothing line Amy was so fond of. She was about to walk past it to the next shop when she noticed an employee only sign. That was not what caught her eye though, rather, next to that was the universal first aid symbol. Rouge grinned. She wobbled over and found the door to be locked, so Rouge did what any determined lady would do, and began violently kicking the door next to the lock mechanism. The door started to physically deform but it still stayed sturdy, denying her access to her desired medical supplies. Rouge cursed under her breath then looked around the room and found a large pair of stainless steel scissors. She grabbed it and used it in tandem with the kicking to pry open the door. Fortunately for Rouge, the door was more a formality than any serious obstacle to intruders. The door creaked as it slowly slid open. Rouge dropped the scissors and hobbled into the private hallway. As she walked past a room she heard a man screaming as he hurled a fire extinguisher at Rouge. She ducked just in time for it to slam into the wall just next to her. Rouge did not hesitate and immediately headbutted the man in the nose. She then turned and ran, finding the room with the first aid marking. She entered the room, slamming the door closed and locked it. She then grabbed a nearby chair and barred the door. Rouge half walked, half stumbled, to the cabinets and grabbed everything she could find. She then slumped down onto the ground, too exhausted to do anything but sit there.

"Um…. are you okay?" a feminine voice asked.

Rouge eyes shot open as she looked around the room in a panic for the voice and for a weapon.

You're okay, we're not going to hurt you. We heard someone trying to break down the door, I'm guessing you're not one of the hostage takers. You're that bat they spoke about right? On the P.A. system?"

Rouge let out a sigh of relief, "I am and I am very tired and in great pain. This was supposed to be my vacation."

"You poor thing. If you're okay with it, my coworker and I can help you."

"That would be wonderful, sweetie." Rouge said.

The girl emerged from her hiding spot, her squirrel tail furled up behind her. She opened the door, and called for her coworker. Presumably, the man who tried to crush her skull with a fire extinguisher, the man who she had headbutted in the nose. Rouge listened and heard them talking, the man spoke with a rather exotic, accent, perfect for the line of work one would expect of a tailor in Casino Park.

"Are you okay? Where did the bat go?" The man said.

"Jean, she is the one who has been resisting the hostage takers, and I'm fine… thank you."

"Oh dieu merci. I was worried about you, should a single hair on your tail come to harm I would never sleep again!"

"Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"Jean… you're bleeding Jean!"

"She headbutted me in the nose but I shall live. It is, I think, not broken."

"She looks like she is in REALLY bad shape. She needs help right now. Could you give me a hand?"

"Of course. Water under the bridge… of the nose."

"Jean…"

"Sorry."

Rouge heard their footsteps approach then the Squirrel girl and Jean the Gentleman in a three piece suit looked at Rouge.

Jean's face turned bright red and he looked away, "I think I shall fetch some fresh clothes for the madam while you tend to her injuries."

"Okay," The squirrel said. " let's see… oh dear, um, where to start-"

"-I don't suppose you know how to pop an arm back in it's socket, would you?" Rouge said.

The squirrel girl looked at Rouge with a blank expression, "No, ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Please don't call me ma'am sweetheart. You make me sound like an old Mother. Now, do you have an adrenaline auto injection device?"

"I have two, w-were you stung by a bee?"

"No, but I'll need them for later. What's your name?"

"Cecil."

"You seem pretty young to be caught in this mess, Cecil."

"Well, I work here part time between college classes. I'm going to be the first Fasionista in my family, they've been farmers for at least five generations back on the outskirts of Central City." Cecil's eyes sparkled as stars seemingly shone in her eyes. Rouge was not sure if it was her adrenaline wearing off or a hallucination, regardless, she didn't bother questioning it.

After Cecil finished bandaging up Rouge's cuts and scrapes she smiled toward Rouge, then said, "Now let's get you some proper clothes."

As if on cue, Jean appeared and handed Cecil some clothes then excused himself.

"Remember, if you don't look sweet, you're not wearing Honey!"

Rouge stared at Cecil in confusion.

"It's the Honey Brand and Accessories slogan. Anyway, these are very nice clothes. I don't know what kind of life Honey lives but all her brand's clothing lines are slash, puncture, and fire resistant, so these will actually serve you very well Miss…?"

"Rouge, just Rouge is fine, thank you." Rouge began changing as Cecil looked at the wall, deep in thought.

"Part of me is glad all this has happened. We'll get compensated for the ordeal we've been through and I'll get to take time off to visit my family. It's been months since I've seen them, I even missed my little brother's birthday party… some Big Sister I am."

Rouge, having finished changing, walked up behind the girl and put her non-dislocated hand on her shoulder, "You can always make it up to him, hun. You have plenty of time."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm going to make sure I do, I'm going to take a week or two off one of these days after this whole mess gets sorted. It's been too long. It's the least I can do for leaving..." She began to sob and then cry as she tried in vain to stem the tide of tears. "I'm sorry. I- I don't want to die here. I miss the farm. I miss my parents. I miss all my brothers and sisters."

"Well, you're in luck. I'm something of an expert at this sort of thing, give me one hour or less and this awful business will be over and done."

"Really?" Cecil asked, as she sniffled.

"Those hostage takers are third rate!" Rouge smiled and gave a thumbs up with her functioning left hand. It was a gesture that she picked up from Sonic, he always seemed so confident and reassuring. Sure enough, it seemed to do the trick for Cecil the squirrel.

Cecil then hugged Rouge, "Ow ow ow ow my arm. My arm!"

"Sorry. Let Jean and I get the door for you."

…

After Cecil and Jean saw Rouge off, she headed to the stairway and made her way to the fifth floor. As she climbed the stairs her vision blurred, her mind wandered as she walked as if on auto pilot. Her body, aching and sore, short of breath and shorter on blood. As her mind wondered she thought about what Shadow had asked her, what did she really want out of life? He was right to ask that of her and he had a point. She can't be a G.U.N. agent forever. As she gets older, her injuries will become more common, she'll get slower, and she'll become a liability for Shadow and Omega. The trio will inevitably become a duo, or younger blood will replace her.

"What should I do?" She asked herself. Retire, go to parties and casinos, and flirt with people she doesn't know and cares nothing of? What good is all her wealth if she ends up all alone?

Deep down Rouge found herself thinking of Knuckles. What lies ahead in his future, all alone on Angel Island, with only the stars, and the animals to keep him company. That idiot. Is he really fine growing old and dying all alone? Doesn't he also want more out of life? To love and be loved by someone-

-The sound of a gun going off in front of Rouge startled her and she reflexively dropped to the ground as a round narrowly missed her..

"Rouge you idiot." She said to herself under her breath. She was in a vulnerable position if the criminal decided to fire again Rouge would surely be hit.

"That's far enough, we appreciate you wandering into us. The last thing we need is you causing any further problems. This is going to be a huge payday for me. So I'm afraid your little game of hide and seek is about to come to an end." The white and black furred skunk held a rifle and aimed it at Rouge's head, when a giant fist pressed down on the gun forcing the firearm lower.

"Cmon Bark, you can't be serious?" The Skunk said with great disappointment.

Bark The Polar Bear glared at the Skunk, the latter swallowed nervously then gave in.

"Fine, have it your way, far be it from me to keep you from having your fun. I'm going to go back into the room and keep an eye on the hostages. Don't underestimate her." The skunk turned around and walked down the hall and entered an adjacent room.

Bark turned to face Rouge and the two stared at one another.

Rouge's right arm hung limp, clearly dislocated. Intense pain was clearly visible on Rouge's face as she struggled to breath from her many injuries.

"Listen Bark, I don't want to fight you, all I want to do is to help a father be present for the birth of his child, and maybe punch Fang in the face. Aren't those both noble causes?"

Bark's stare became more focused, as if he pressed her further, not believing she was telling the whole truth.

"Okay, okay, I want to stop Fang outright. You have to admit, Fang has gone too far with this, taking an entire casino hostage? Are you proud of that? Is that what you want? I'm sure the pay is nice, but what happens when there is a tragic accident, what happens when someone dies, you'll need to live with that Bark."

Bark looked at the ground, his stoic expression broken for a moment as his brows furrowed, worry plainly seen on his face. Just as soon as it appeared, the expression was gone. Bark had made up his mind. He cracked his knuckles as he approached Rouge.

Rouge took several steps back, but Bark was faster and had her in his grasp.

Further behind Bark a small portion of a wall exploded outwards, through the debris walked Mighty the Armadillo, dragging an unconscious human criminal behind him as he exited through the makeshift door, before dropping the criminal onto the ground.

"Rouge!" Mighty shouted.

Bark glanced behind his shoulder then turned while still holding Rouge and forcibly put the Bat between himself and the new red arrival. A bead of sweat dropped down Bark's face.

"You let go of her right now or-"

Rouge screamed in pain as her right arm was raised above her head. Tears filled her eyes as she lost her breath. Bark continued to meddle with her right arm, stretching it, pulling on it, Rouge nearly blacked out from the pain.

"Stop it! Bark, stop it!" Mighty begged as he started rushing towards Rouge and Bark.

A popping sound was heard emanating from Rouge's right arm. At that moment, Bark let go of Rouge, who collapsed onto the ground. She held her right arm with her left hand and to her surprise the pain she had been feeling was almost entirely gone. She was able to move her right arm again with minimum pain.

Mighty was about to get in a fist fight with Bark when Rouge stood up and moved between them.

"Mighty, stop. He helped me."

"What?"

"He fixed my dislocated arm."

Mighty looked at Bark, "Oh, well, sorry for the misunderstanding then…"

Bark simply nodded. Then walked past Rouge and Mighty. He then picked up the human criminal Mighty had knocked out and stepped through the makeshift door.

"What a weird guy… weird, but nice." Mighty began. "Not sure why he sticks with old Nack though."

Rouge nodded. "He's always seemed to be more of a teddy bear than a killer bear if you ask me. Anyway, enough small talk. Mighty, did you see Mark by chance? His wife has gone into labor on the tenth floor."

"He was here originally but half the group was sent one floor above."

"Let's go and get him, then get this whole ordeal over with."

The two went up a floor and together clobbered the goons that were guarding the hostages. They found Mark among them. The rest of the hostages were told to wait for the all clear from the police while Mark was taken with them.

"What's going on?" Mark asked, confused as he followed Rouge and Mighty.

"Your wife is in labor. I promised I'd retrieve you. She's on the tenth floor. Fang needs to be punched in the face-"

"-Whose Fang?"

"- Never mind that. I'm getting sick of this place. Let's go! Climb those stairs! Climb! Climb! Climb!" Rouge said.

Soon the trio was on the tenth floor. Mighty peeked around the corner and saw an armed guard. "There's a single lookout. Leave him to me!" Mighty gave a thumbs up, then ran around the corner, and rolled into a ball-

- Silenced gunshots echoed throughout the hallway as a single, "Oh sh-" was heard before a blunt impact brought the hallway to complete silence.

"Area clear." Mighty said.

"How on earth did you manage that?" A confused Mark asked.

Mighty tapped his back, "Bullet proof shell."

"Let's focus. Just down this hallway in the next room is Fang and several of his goons." Rouge said.

"We'll want to take them down quickly with the Shock and Awe approach. But to do that we'll ironically need to be sneaky and get the drop on them." Mighty said.

"You have an idea?" Rouge asked with a mischievous grin.

Mighty smiled and showed Rouge a radio he had taken from the guard.

…

Fang tapped his foot impatiently, "Come on. Come on! We haven't got all day! Work faster!"

Suddenly Fang's radio crackled and a message was broadcast.

"Hello, hello? Tenth floor do you copy?"

Fang groaned, "Copy that goon this is Fang, what's your situation, over."

"The tenth floor guard and I just found Rouge the Bat passed out on the ground and a runaway hostage from the seventh floor up here. The man is not cooperating and we're going to need another set of hands to move the bat girl into the tenth floor hostage room. Over."

"Copy that, over."

Fang sighed, and pinched his nose. "Lackeys, one of you, go outside and move the Bat in here. Be sure to tie her and her wings up real tight. We can't have her escaping again."

Three nearby goons stopped talking as their eyes practically beamed with excitement.

"Rouge? Rouge the Bat? You mean we need to… carry her unconscious body?" One of the goons asked.

Fang shot the man with his popgun, "Yes! And tie her up. That's what I said. Now one of you, hurry up and get to it!"

"And… and if she wakes up and starts struggling we have to physically restrain her and prevent her from escaping by holding her down?"

"What? Yes? Of course. Why is this so hard to understand? I thought you all were professionals? Just go and bring her here. If she resists, hold onto her tight and force her to cry uncle and surrender. Make her come along peacefully. It's not a hard concept."

The three men looked at each other then the door, then back at each other, and unspoken agreement was made. The three men ran full sprint toward the doors. One pushed another out of the way, a second put out his foot tripping another. Eventually one of the trio made it to the doorway.

"That's right. I win. Suck it losers! Ha ha ha ha!"

He walked through the doorway and it was immediately closed behind him.

…

A minute later, the radio blared once again, "Excuse me, Fang, sorry to bother you sir, Rouge the Bat woke up, and she is being very feisty, can we get another strong armed man over here to help out? Over."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Fang yelled aloud. "Copy that. Over."

"Me! Pick me! Fang pick me!" A goon said.

"No! Pick me! Fang, please! Remember I shared that granola bar with you, that one time!"

"Quiet!" Fang screamed. He pointed at one of the men, "You. Go."

The man turned to the other creature and laughed mockingly as he opened and stepped through the door."

A couple minutes later the door was broken and sent flying in several directions as Mighty entered the room, he jumped into the air, rolled into a ball, then upon landing on the ground sped toward the final goon in the room. Before he realized what had happened Mighty had slammed himself into the goons gut, incapacitating him. Rouge and Mark followed behind.

"Your wife is in the Women's restroom, go and be with her. We'll take care of Fang." Rouge said.

"I will, thank you, thank you both!" Mark said as he ran past a dozen odd hostages along the wall and into the restroom.

"Well, well, well, Mighty the Armadillo and Rouge the Bat." Fang said as he tilted his stetson hat, "Let's get down to business then…" Fang grinned, his single protruding fang glimmering in the light. He pulled his popgun from his right holster and fired it at Mighty. Mighty stood still, the cork bouncing harmlessly off his body. Mighty then began to walk slowly towards Fang.

"Not fair! Not fair! How is this at all fair!"

As Mighty reached Fang to grab him the latter grinned mischievously and with his left hand pulled the gun from his left holster and fired into the soft tissue of Mighties frontal body. Mighty collapsed in pain mere feet away from Fang.

"You idiot. Did you really think it was going to be that easy? Did you really think I only had a popgun? Unfortunately for you, you're too dangerous to not be dealt with. Nothing personal Mighty." Fan unloaded five more rounds into Mighty.

Rouge screamed.

Mighty slowly collapsed to the ground in the fetal position clutching his stomach. He groaned as he laid in the fetal position.

Fang turned to Rouge, and tossed his smoking gun aside. "That's right, Rouge. I killed him."

"Actually," Mighty said in great pain, "I think those were plastic rounds. I think I'm going to be okay. I'm just in severe pain."

"He is bleeding to death!" Fang screamed. "I'll kill every last one of you hostages if I have to, should you try to be a hero!"

The screams and panic of the hostages were drowned out by the faint echoing of the gunshots and the ringing of Rouge's ears.

"Now that placental is dealt with it's just you and me, Rouge. Let's settle this, the last one standing is the better fighter and the better treasure hunter."

Rouge reached into her pocket and grabbed the two syringes of adrenaline. She injected both into her.

"Whoa, hey! That's cheating." Fang insisted.

"Screw you."

Rouge charged at Fang.

"Two can play that game." Fang pressed a button on his radio, "Bark, Bean, hurry and get back here. Now! Leave the hostages if you have t-"

A kick to the face interrupted Fang from finishing his sentence. He flew backwards and tumbled from the force of the kick. As Fang got to his feet Rouge had rushed him and kicked him again in the stomach. She went to kick again but Fang caught her foot.

Fang looked possessed, and mad with anger. He took her foot and bit into it like he was biting into an overcooked steak, using his powerful jaws and his razor sharp teeth and fangs to dig into the delicate skin of Rouge's foot in an effort to separate bone and flesh.

"Amit… I… beh-er" Fang said with his mouth full.

Rouge punched and kicked Fang but he did not let go. She reached for his belt and grabbed his popgun. Fang's eyes nearly popped out of his head in surprise, anger, and dread. That popgun had been his first and only gift from his sister. Rouge aimed it at Fang's face and shot him in the eye. Fang screamed in pain and released Rouge's leg. They kicked and punched one another, Fang got hold of his popgun, once again and shot Rouge with it several times out of anger, with little or no actual effect.

Suddenly Bark and Bean appeared.

"Bark, go into the safe and grab the loot. Bean, be ready to blow a hole in the wall so we can make our escape!"

"Aye aye captain! First mate Bean is-"

"JUST DO IT ALREADY!" Fang yelled.

Bean frowned, and let a few tears roll down his checks. Bark put an arm on Bean to comfort his friend. "Bark, you... you'd want to see my explosions?"

Bark nodded.

"Well okay then!" Bean said cheerfully.

Bean summoned a massive bomb, but it was so big it nearly crushed him, Bark and bean both struggled and pushed the bomb to the side of the room.

Meanwhile, Rouge and Fang were trading blows.

"You're a lightweight Fang. I bet you were bullied by your sister as a kid."

"You... you don't know me! You know nothing about me and my life! So shut up! And Yes… yes I was! Thanks for reminding me, jerk!"

"Oh, did I touch a nerve?" Rouge blocked several punches from Fang. Compared to Mimic, fighting Fang was what it must be like to spar with an angry younger brother.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr, I'll…. I'll… I'll touch your nerve… with my fist!"

…

The bomb had been set and Bark and Bean had run to the vault. It was just about ready to be opened and Bark's presence and Bean's threats of pain and death encouraged the employee's to rush to finish the job. Soon the Vault was unlocked. The vault's hydraulic vault system roared to life as the massive door was opened slowly,no more but an inch for the moment. Bark grabbed the vault door and pushed with all his strength, the sound of steel, titanium, gears, and the vault hydraulics, screamed in protest as the door was slowly pried open enough for Bark and Bean to enter it.

Inside were hundreds of golden bars, millions of dollars of cash, and dozens of lock boxes along the wall.

Bean smiled and cried tears of joy, "So many shinies!" He reached for a gold bar but Bark slapped his hand. "Bark! We're thieves, just let me take one! The adorable duck reached for another bar but once again his hand was lightly swatted away. Bean glared at Bark, who glared back at Bean. "You're no fun. Hmph."

Bark pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket that read, A7564. He showed it to Bean. They quickly searched the room, "I found it! Bark. I found it! I deserve a shiny don't ya think?" Bark walked over, smiled, and gently patted Bean on the head.

Bean glared at Bark again, "Don't patronize me."

The two stood before the lock box. "How are you going to open it Bark?"

Bark gently pushed Bean away from him. Bark then punched the area around the lockbox until the indentions of metal gave in and became severed holes of sheet metal. Bark then reached in and violently ripped out one of the lock boxes. He did the same for the other lock boxes around the A7564 lockbox. Then, when it was alone. He carefully crushed and twisted the metal until he could pry it out of the wall. He then put the lockbox on a nearby stack of gold bars and pointed to the lock and indicated "Tiny" using his fingers. Bean walked over and made a teeny tiny bomb and set it next to the lock mechanism.

"It's so cute, Bark!"

Bark held the other end of the lockbox as it exploded. Sweating, Bark tilted the box and a single swirling orange topaz fell from the lockbox.

"Shiny." Bean reached out to touch it, only to have his hand slapped, hard. Unimaginably hard, by Bark.

Bean's eyes teared up, "Bark, that really hurt, that was mean!" Bean turned to give puppy dog eyes to Bark, but stopped upon seeing his serious and unwavering expression. "Is… is it dangerous, Bark?"

Bark nodded.

Bark then grabbed a bag from his pocket and a nearby gold bar, he used the gold bar to push the bizarrely glowing and swirling Topaz into the bag then put the gold bar back in the pile. Bark then tied the bag and put it carefully in his pocket.

…

"Had enough?" Fang asked Rouge as he panted.

Rouge panted, short on breath, "I could… I could ask you the same thing."

"We got it, Fang! We got the shiny!" Bean shouted across the room.

"Then we're done here. Bean, blow it."

Bean smiled beaming with joy, he ran and did a front flip. Nailed the landing, and said, "Ta da!" Then triggered the bomb along the wall to explode. Smoke filled the room as wind from outside rushed into the building's newly created window.

Rouge coughed violently, when her vision cleared Fang was on his personal vehicle, the Marvelous Queen, a yellow airbike with purple interior, and two detachable side cars with which Bark and Bean were now seated in.

Fang lifted his pop gun then spun it around his finger before he put it back in its holster, "It's been real fun, but we got to fly. See you around toots! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The hooligan's disappeared around the corner, silently flying through the city toward their hideout.

Rouge ran over to check on Mighty."

"I'm okay, Rouge. I'm going to be... okay. Go… go check on Misty."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am. I'll… come down to Central City to visit everyone.,, One of these days."

"That sounds nice. We'll be expecting you."

"Heh. Go see Misty now. My pride was hurt far more than my body was." Mighty grinned.

Rouge squeezed his hand once before making her way to the women's restroom.

Rouge entered the restroom and immediately heard a child crying.

"Oh, Rouge, isn't she beautiful." Misty said.

"Just like her Mother." Mark replied.

"We finally decided on a name." Misty said, turning to look at Rouge with a smile.

"Oh, what name did you decide on?"

"Rouge. It's a nice feminine name, but a strong name as well."

"Really?"

"Yes, we can't thank you enough. If you're okay with it we'd be honored to name our little girl after you."

Rouge blushed, "I'm the one who is honored by your decision. I wish you three a happy and long life."

ATTENTION. DO NOT PANIC. WE ARE CASINO PARK S.W.A.T. AND COUNTER TERROISM UNIT. STAY CALM. MEDICAL UNITS ARE ON THE WAY AFTER THE AREA IS CONFIRMED TO BE SECURE. ZERO HOSTILES DETECTED. DELPYING MEDICAL UNITS.

…

Rouge sat in a plane as it made its landing, she finished her drink, feeling tired, yet fulfilled. It had been a crazy week and Rouge was eager to catch up with Shadow and Omega, and pay a visit to her favorite knucklehead. As rouge exited the plane, got her things, and made her way to exit the Central City airport she stopped as she saw someone from G.U.N. with her name held up on a sign.

"I didn't know G.U.N. was in the taxi business. I guess the Federations Tax dollars don't go as far as they used to." Rouge joked.

"Rouge the Bat?" The G.U.N. agent asked.

"I actually identify as a giraffe despite my batty appearance-" Rouge said jokingly.

"-Attention units, the package has arrived." The agent said into a hidden mic. "Agent Rouge, please follow us. We will be escorting you to a vehicle." Suddenly six agents appeared from out of nowhere, coming out of hiding in plain sight, wearing plain clothes and dressed as various social classes and occupations. "Package is en route to the mailbox. Over."

"What is going on?" Rouge asked, no longer having any interest in silly jokes.

"G.U.N. is on alert. Several members in our main base have been found to be the victim of targeted attacks and cover ups. Now two of our best agents are in the hospital. We've been ordered by the Commander to ensure no further assets are lost and that a full investigation is conducted into possible security breaches."

"What specifically happened? Where is Shadow?"

The living shield of bone and flesh delivered Rouge to a Black SUV. The man who both had held the sign for Rouge and spoke to her, as well as another plain clothed agent got into the vehicle with Rouge. Exact copies of the SUV they were in were in front and to the rear of their vehicle.

"Tell me, is Shadow alright?" Rouge asked.

"Shadow and Tangle are in a G.U.N. Military hospital after recent events. You have been ordered to go into hiding while your apartment is checked for bombs. Here, take this." The man handed Rouge a briefcase. She opened it and it was filled with federation money. The man continued. "Use this to hide out for a few days. Do not tell anyone where you are going. Not a soul. We'll contact you when the investigation is complete."

"Just tell me what you know! What the hell is going on?" An exasperated Rouge asked aloud.

"Agent Rouge, there was an imposter among us who had been disguising himself as G.U.N. faculty and killing our people off, as well as dozens of civilians, then covering up the murders and hiding the bodies."

"Mimic." Rouge said, knowingly.

"That is what intelligence believes, yes… but…"

"But what?"

"We are unsure if mimic is part of a larger organization or if he is merely killing our people for sport and torturing them… for fun. While you were gone for a week on vacation, Agents Shadow and Tangle and two other individuals were captured by Mimic. I don't have the details as the investigation is ongoing. All I know is that Agent Shadow and Agent Tangle are being taken to G.U.N. hospital as we speak."

"What…" Rouge couldn't believe what she heard. This had to be a sick joke.

The man's mouth moved but Rouge heard nothing more that he had said about Mimic or what little details the man knew of the encounter. All Rouge heard was white noise in her mind as she processed everything the man had said. After a moment she came back to her senses.

"Take me there." Rouge demanded.

"My instructions were to immediately send you into hiding."

"I don't care, I am pulling rank on you. Take me to see Shadow and Tangle right now! I'll take full responsibility for the consequences."

The agent silently deliberated in his head.

"Please." Rouge added.

The agent finished deliberating, he turned and knocked on the window that divided them from the front and passenger seats.

The privacy glass lowered and the agent spoke to the driver, "Take us to the Military Hospital Agent Shadow and Agent Tangle are at."