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ARC 1: How It All Started

1 - Special Elite Agent Shadow - 1

One by one, the great titans of super buildings and skyscrapers that were once home to booming white collar businesses, suddenly tumbled down upon the earth. Both fauna and flora withered and died in an instance, as no amount of sunlight or water could possibly save them from their inevitable fate. The distant star of the planet was dying, obscured by the dark smoky clouds surrounding the world. An angelic island that once drifted so effortlessly in the sky, was now thousands of miles below the sea floor, destroyed, sunken and nonexistent. The people who lived here, they all perished long ago. Anyone who survived as a straggler, soon met their fate at the hands of something they couldn't possibly comprehend. Their deaths were quick, painless. Some didn't even realize they had died, and never would. The last inhabitants of this world, the ones who were too powerful to fade away, were forced to watch as everything they had ever known and loved decay away into ash.

This was their punishment for not doing their due diligence, for not producing an heir fitting of an emperor. They argued, they screamed, they resisted to the best of their abilities without hurting anyone else. Yet, the tormenting echoes of rue was corrupting their souls. There was no going back, even if they begged for forgiveness. Even after all they had been through, all the blood, sweat and despair they suffered, they would be cursed to watch the world they adored perish and rot forever. No amount of power would fix this, no amount of praying for a Hail Mary would ever return things back to the way they were. This was their error, the cross they were now forced to bear. They knew this, they knew this for decades. And yet, the agony didn't hurt any less. They watched their friends pass, one after the other. And there was nothing they could do.

Even worse, another curse was bestowed upon them for their insolence.

One of them became contaminated in the mind. Instead of loving and just as distraught as the other, he was now wrathful and cruel, just like he used to be before. He now hunts for the other in a desperate meaningless ploy to destroy the last living thing on the planet. A dark reaper in the underworld of vengeance, spreading death wherever he traveled. The other couldn't fight him back, he just couldn't. He loved him, how could he ever lift a hand against him? He had nothing else, so why would he be rid of the last remaining thing he had ever loved?

A lone figure, obscured by a black hooded cloak stood there and watched it all fall apart.

So he hid.

He hid, and hid...

He would hide until both of their physical forms gave out.

This would be their immortal lives now.

"Let our blood subjugate and conquer forevermore."

Forever.

20XX, July 11th - Mobius XX: United Federation, Empire City

DAY 1: Friday

Morning, 8:00 AM

Perhaps this was a rather ungrateful and introverted thing to think, but for Chaos sake, he couldn't take it anymore. The chattering, the constant talking, cheering and shouting...He was going to go deaf. And the flash photography was going to give him a seizure, his pupils kept retracting and dilating every five minutes. Didn't Overlanders—Humans—Realize just how sensitive Mobian ears and eyes were? Then again, a lot of these reporters and journalists were Mobians too, so he supposed he couldn't necessarily solely blame them. Point is, was this all really necessary? And did they have to do this at the White House's Briefing Room of all places? He didn't even understand why this required so much celebration. Yes, it was greatly fortunate that they stopped what could have been a bad tragedy, but compared to everything else they've stopped in the past, this incident was minimal at best. He looked up and around him, mostly at his human superiors to try and comprehend the situation a little better. Abraham Tower, the current leading general of the Guardian Units of the Nation—G.U.N., was attempting to shoo the crowd away so that they could all have a little more breathing room.

As he demanded GUN soldiers to get a little more aggressive in enforcing order in the room, he saw from the corner of his eye that there was a camera crew here as well. They must have been broadcasting live on television. The grey haired male human sighed stressfully and looked downwards at the star Mobian before him. "Well, as much as I'd love nothing more than to run thousands of miles away from this place to avoid the press, I'm afraid we don't really have a choice. We made an agreement, we've got to give the people the information they deserve." He gave a sympathetic frown. "I know you're not a public speaker, but you're the star of the show here so they'll be focused on you. You know the details better than anyone, so you'll have to do most of the talking, but I'll try my best to take over when I can. Just do your best, like you always do."

With that vote of confidence, the Mobian nodded and made a sigh himself. It was now or never.

He stepped forward in front of the crowd, standing in front of the podium filled to the brim with microphones. The camera crew readjusted their position and zoomed in with their lenses, honing in the person about to speak. A jet black Mobian hedgehog with a single red striped pattern lining his entire body stood before them all. His quills also consisted of this pattern, four of them being upturned. His gloves were white with black and red cuffs, and a signature pair of golden rings that served as more than a mere accessory. His muzzle and ears were tan, his sharp angled eyes an abnormal amber red with thick lashes. The edges of his eyes, similar to eye shadow, were a matching red as well. He had white fur on his chest that was beginning to grow outwards towards his shoulders. Finally, he wore an interesting choice of footwear called Air Shoes which, like his gloves, have black cuffs and red tongues. His body and stature was muscular and fit, a little more so than an average GUN soldier. He stuck out like a sore thumb since there were no other Mobians known to the public to have such a strange set of biological features. Perhaps that was because he wasn't actually Mobian, but that was another story for another day.

As he leaned forward towards one of the microphones, he began to speak. This would be no problem, just tell what happened but don't give too many details that the public didn't need to know. Simple enough. "Err," He didn't quite know how to begin, though. But this wasn't hard, just start from the beginning. "One week ago, numerous 911 calls were alerted to a group of armed individuals spotted throughout Station Square with a number of illegal weapons in their possession. Due to the severity of the situation described, GUN was informed and took the proper measures to investigate thoroughly." He quickly glanced over at Tower beside him, who just nodded. So, he continued. "We located the suspects and discovered that they were a group of mercenaries who arranged to plant several bombs all throughout the city. GUN immediately dispatched Team Dark to capture the group while simultaneously disarming all of the bombs. Thanks to Agent Rouge, who unfortunately could not be here today," She was off doing another mission, one that he knew for sure the public shouldn't know about: Sunbathing in Apotos. "She managed to disarm every single bomb within less than five minutes. Meanwhile, I myself managed to take down the entire group of mercenaries while capturing their leader. They were all promptly arrested and taken into special custody by GUN."

Tower then leaned over the dark Mobian to announce, "We will take three questions but nothing more."

One of the journalists he saw earlier, a female Mobian black cat who was hopping up and down with her hand up, was the first one in his sights. "Yes, you."

"Yes! Thank you. Who is the leader of the mercenary group?"

Easy one, he was given specific instructions not to tell anyone of the public that information, but saying that outright would cause the public's view of GUN and the local law enforcement to decrease. He'd have to lie. "I am afraid we do not have that information at this moment in time. Rest assured all criminals involved are currently being diligently identified and interrogated. Next question." He quickly scanned the room with his eyes, ignoring the constant yells and cries of the other reporters and journalists hollering for his attention. He found his eyes settling on a female Overlander who was patiently waiting with her hand up. She had a notepad tucked against her chest. "You."

"Is this recognized as a terrorist attack? If so, why? What did they want, what was their motive?"

Hm, an actual good question. One that was a little compounded, so it was technically more than one question fused into multiple. Smart woman. Unfortunately for them, he'd have to lie just a little bit more. "Since we have not yet secured their identities as of yet, we most certainly do not have a motive at the moment. Their true intentions as of now, are also unknown. And this is indeed seen as terrorism. Though since we do not know the group's origins, we cannot say whether or not this was domestic or otherwise. However, I assure you they will all be punished to the fullest extent of the law for such a dangerous act, as hundreds of people could have been killed. Last one," Shadow quickly announced before taking a look. Let's see, let's see...Okay, someone that was neither a reporter or a journalist. How were they allowed inside? Didn't they only allow certain media vultures in for press conferences like this? Perhaps it was friend of some politician? He was dressed nice enough to be. A brown wolf, apparently. "You."

He heard a few curses uttered under the breaths of the rest of the crowd. They seemed to look a little surprised by him picking them, yet he had his hand raised. Maybe he didn't think he'd be picked. Almost nervously, the wolf began to speak. "Yes...Um," He looked slightly intimidated. "Is—Are we safe? First Dr. Eggman disappeared for three years, so a lot of people thought we would be safe, but this...This is-" He was obviously very nervous just speaking about this. "-Are we all going to be okay?"

Ouch, that was a bit of a harsh question. A real heavy hitting one because this had no fact or lie to give, this was a state of opinion. When he glanced up at Tower, his expression was conflicted. There was no easy way to answer this, he'd have to do the best he could. His opinion would be a little bias, but they needed to keep the public safe and calm. Perhaps what he would say next would be exaggerated and maybe even littered with tiny white lies, but the nucleus of it's argument would be heartfelt and true. At least, he thinks it will. "...I'll be honest," Shadow began, already half lying. "Seeing other villainous forces besides Dr. Robotnik appear in our world is troubling, to say the very least. But if any of you are to fear what may or may not come, I will gladly remind you of a few simple facts." Here we go, hopefully that colorful bunch didn't mind him mentioning them on TV, not that he really cared. "This world is more than properly protected. The people have GUN, yours truly and of course, Sonic the Hedgehog and his team. With them and us around, any challenges Mobius faces will become nothing more than a bad dream. We've seen worse, far worse, and yet we continue to trounce those who wish our planet ill-intent. Keep your faith in them, and us. No matter who stands against us, be it Robotnik or another random mercenary group, we will prevail. Remember that well." With the settling silence drifting in the room, after a few more seconds, Shadow simply concluded with, "No further questions." And with that, he stepped aside and allowed Tower to take his turn.

He made a small smile towards Shadow and nodded, indicating that what he said was a very good on-the-spot answer. He could tell he was impressed. As the human got behind the podium, he placed his attention on the crowd that was still thankfully silenced for now. "With that being said, I'd like to take this time to congruously honor Shadow the Hedgehog for his industrious efforts into protecting Empire City. He is the leader of Team Dark, and diligently conducted a full-proof plan that would extinguish the plot of these terrorists in under an hour. He was first to understand the mechanics of the bombs and communicated delicate instructions to agent Rouge, and then fearlessly tracked down the group and single-handedly took every single member down." An uproar of applause rumbled below them as Tower reached into his breast pocket to reveal a silver and gold medal held by a velvet black, white and red ribbon. "Agent Shadow the Hedgehog, with the President of the United Federation's personal blessing, it is with great honor and immense pride that I reward you with the Medal of Distinguished Perseverance, the highest honor of any GUN soldier." The applause got louder, along with it's cheering. And as it did, Shadow's eyes got smaller.

Wait, what?

That's what this was about? Tower—He planned this the entire time? But why? Didn't he...Hate him? Ever since the old man was a child, he feared Shadow and even attempted to kill him in the past during the Black Arms incident. Of course, it was a huge misunderstanding, but ever since then Shadow was almost positive the man still hated him. As the man bent down to placed the medal's ribbon over Shadow's head and around his neck, his expression was unchanged: He was puzzled. "Abraham...Why?" He whispered.

The man sighed and shook his head. "Let's be honest," He replied back in a matched murmur. "You've been deserving of this medal for a very, very long time. It doesn't matter what my opinion of you is anymore, you're as much of a hero as Sonic is. Even through my own cowardice and arrogance, you still saved the world, and only continued doing so time after time. I was just waiting for an excuse to give it to you, Shadow." After the black hedgehog was rewarded, Tower slowly stood back tall and saluted the public as more flashes of expensive TV cameras snatched their pictures. "Please don't think of this as some measly attempt of an apology. I'd have to do a lot more than this to make it up to you. Oh," He then quickly looked over at the hedgehog and scoffed with a smug risen brow. "And don't think this means I like you. You Mobians are still quite a rambunctious lot," His smirk softened. "But God damn are you better at our jobs than we are." He turned his attention back to the media. "You'll be getting a promotion too, by the way. Special Elite Agent, or SEA for short. I would have made you second in command, but that would require less action and more paperwork, and I know you don't have the patience. You're too good for it, anyway."

Never in his life did he ever think he'd hear him say that. Any of that. An honor, a promotion, and an indirect yet humble apology from a former enemy? A ghost of a smile grew on Shadow's muzzle. At first he was speechless, but now he knew what he would say. "..." Shadow saluted as well with a lot more fulfillment than he expected. "...Thank you, General Tower."

He hated to admit it, but this was a great start for a new day.

Station Square, City Hall District

City Hall

Morning, 9:00 AM

An iconic and unmistakable face graced the group of Mobian politicians. The face was so recognizable that it rivaled that of triple A celebrities, and has been for some time. That face could only belong to one person, one person in this entire universe. A face that caused both women, and even some men, to faint and fawn over in a mere instant with just the smallest of glances. The mere mention of his name made his fans' knees wobble, while causing his enemies to tremble with justified fear. Practically a mascot of justice and heroism, no one could ever forget the name: Sonic the Hedgehog. And right now, his face was right in front of this band of law makers and negotiators. Unlike most of his fans, they didn't look too pleased by his appearance which was becoming pretty common at this point. They didn't like it when he waltzed right in their city hall like this, unannounced and without any respect for privacy.

Before, his appearance would barely cause them to slightly shift their eyes, as they only saw him as some upstart kid who saved the world a couple times with dumb luck. But now, he was a grown man-err-Mobian. A Mobian who was taller, more broad-shouldered and evidently very experienced. His once azure fur was now a strong royal blue, his peach arms and stomach now much more defined and well built. His quills were longer, with sharper individual spines. His legs and thighs more powerful than ever before, annihilating any other athlete's desires of athletic achievement. His shoes mostly unchanged, if not for a few advanced modifications from a genius vulpine. There were scratches and decayed color on a few parts of them, as they've been worn by him for over two decades now. But they were far from worn out, as the gold buckles on them were still shining bright. They could take a few more one-hour trips around the world. His white gloves were just freshly washed, as his last pair were damaged from...Well, again, a story for another time.

Yes, this was Sonic, now. He was no longer a teenager demanding attention, he was an adult commanding respect just from his company alone. However, his personality didn't change too much in all those years of growing up. So, playfully, he was leaning back against one of the many marble pillars holding up the ceiling of the main floor. Security was currently gawking at him, clearly baffled as to how and when he got inside of the room, as this was a restricted area. He was wearing his trademark smirk, his lime green eyes arrogantly staring at the bunch. He was loving their reactions. Cutely, he held up a hand and simply said, "Hiiiii~" After a small pause of silence, he shrugged. "Aww, tired of my face already? That's a shame."

One of the politicians, an old racoon Mobian in a maroon suit who was somewhere in his fifties, took a step forward first with an irritated glare. He pushed up his glasses before addressing the current issue in the room. "...Sonic," He began carefully. "To what do we owe the displeasure?"

Sonic scoffed and leaned off of the pillar to walk around it. "What's the prob? I just thought I'd pay my most favorite people in the world a visit. Pretty nice of me, right?"

"I ask that you get to the point, as we don't have time for your typical games."

A small chuckle echoed in the room as Sonic sighed with a smile. "Fine, fine. I'll be quick, as usual. After all, I'm sure you've got a lot of money to wash and launder-" He flinched and placed a hand over his mouth. "Oops! Did I say that out loud...?" He bowed his head. "So sorry about that! Be a shame if the public heard that, huh?"

Another politician, a middle-aged goat in a grey suit, snarled. "Damn brat-!"

The raccoon held out his hand before them, causing them to cease their outburst. "What do you want?"

"Look," Sonic retorted tersely. "I get it, you don't like me, you never did. But I most certainly don't like you, nor do I have to. All I want is for you all to get off your lazy asses," He stressed uncivilly. "And spend some of that corruption money on more protection and security for the city." He once again shrugged with a careless expression. "Not too much to ask, right?"

That goat from before didn't lessen his aggressiveness. "We literally just ended a lengthy meeting about financial costs. We cannot spend any more resources on law enforcement or security measures, and we told you this several times already!" He yelled.

"This ain't about money," Sonic said, but then he began to mumble. "Chaos, do listening skills disappear after age fifty or something...? Anyway," He raised his voice to his default volume. "You have the money, you just don't wanna use it. I'm telling you to use it, for the thousandth time by the way, because none of you know how to deal with Eggman when my team or GUN is out of the picture. Y'all need to start opening your ears and take some notes. If we're not around, what are any of you going to do? Sit there twiddling your thumbs like a bunch of good boys? That don't work no more, bud. Actually, it never did." He crossed his arms. "Just because things are peaceful now, doesn't mean the world can't crumble in a split second when you least expect it. Seriously, we just had a God damn terrorist attack, and you still don't think you need to beef things up? You're lucky my friends and I are as capable as we are, or this place would have been toast decades ago."

"And while your advice is appreciated," The elderly raccoon countered. "There hasn't been a single threat deserving of such measures in an entire year. So there was a bomb threat, and what of it? GUN handled it in an hour or less. You've been giving us cryptic warnings for months, and for a while, we did heed your advice and doubled security and law enforcement, only to be met with nothing. All we've been doing is wasting money and causing citizens to panic with the presence of more police hanging around every corner. We've listened to your suggestions despite your bratty attitude and immature demands, but the time for doing things your way is over. Unless you are a high ranking member of GUN, such as agent Shadow," He referred to the TV monitor above, which showed constant news coverage of the city and it's neighboring counties. "We won't be taking any more requests from you. In summation: " The glint of the raccoon's glasses shone disapprovingly towards Sonic. "You're out of your league, boy." He then nodded to the others to exit as they were before the hedgehog showed up. As he began to walk away himself, a harsh laughter flowed throughout the room.

With an admirable whistle and a small pace of applause, Sonic laughed as he watched the monitor above them. He saw Abraham Tower whisper something in Shadow's ear before placing a hefty looking medal around his neck. "Hahahahahaaa! Alright! Not bad, Shads! Not bad at all." He then chuckled his laughter down to a halt before tilting his head at the group, who paused thanks to his sudden cackling. "Hey, so you don't wanna do things my way." He held his hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine...But you ain't hurtin' nobody's feelings, especially not mine. First of all," His voice deepened with a slightly more assertive tone. "I ain't that little fifteen year old doe eyed boy you flagged off eight years ago. You have no idea who or what I've been fighting for the last nine months of peace. I just don't report to you because like you said, I don't have any 'official' government power. So I don't need to tell you a damn thing." He trailed off before suddenly holding up a finger. "However!" He announced dramatically. "If you must know: Dangerous, elaborate robots have been making appearances all throughout the United Federation. I thought it would be just a few Eggman stragglers from the last big fight we had, but no, these are brand spanking new big boy toys who could decimate an entire cul de sac in mere seconds. Don't believe me?" He asked sarcastically. "Well, why don't you ask GUN? After all, they're the people I've been actually reporting to this entire time."

Intense alarm or shock weren't the right words to describe any of their faces right now. A bomb-shell dropping consternation might suffice. Attempting to save face, the raccoon angrily snapped back at Sonic. "How dare you! Why didn't you tell us!?"

"Because of that cute little attitude of yours." The blue hero easily replied "I don't like working with people who can't get over themselves. I stopped beating that drum the moment I turned eighteen. Even though it felt like pulling teeth when I was younger, GUN is finally a group I can get behind. They listen, they take action. Y'know, unlike you." He suddenly walked closed towards the mammal Mobian, pacing around him tauntingly as he continued. "If you don't want to help me protect people, to hell with it. I'll go over your authority and make it work on my own. Besides, like you told me before when I was a kid, I'm just a 'local hero' who's saved the very existence of the universe oh I dunno…five dozen times? Hm, I lost count." He then paused, leaning towards the elder man. "Unlike Shadow I don't have any 'real government authority.'" He used physical air quotes with his fingers. "No one would listen to someone like me, a person who's got the love and respect of the very people you govern over." He then rudely shoved himself against the raccoon, placing his arm around his shoulder as if he was an old pal.

This only further infuriated the other politicians, and even caused the raccoon to stiffen with unyielding rage.

"Shadow works behind the scenes, I don't. We both got our own ways of doing stuff. Both being plenty effective." Slowly and almost eerily, Sonic snickered while flagging the rest of them off. "Man, you guys really don't pay attention, do ya?" He just sighed tiresomely. "Some years ago, I had a little press conference of my own with the mayor's permission." He turned to look the raccoon directly in the eye. "I promised the world that I'd take down Eggman once and for all, and let the legal system punish him for all of his crimes. I made that promise because once upon a time, I was naive, and I was immature to think that letting him go over and over was a good thing. That wasn't just for the tabloids. I'm done playing nice." He shoved himself off of the raccoon and began pacing towards the others. "Eggman knows this, that's why he's been real slippery lately. He knows I'm gonna put him away. Every time I was close enough to finding him, he'd get away. But not because I wanted him to. I'm gonna find and get rid of Eggman for good." He then lifted his hand to point his finger directly at the group of criminal enablers. "With, or without you. I'm sure GUN or the President will be nice enough to hear me out."

Frozen solid in reluctant guilt and resistance, the group of negligent politicians looked away. Gradually, with the raccoon leading the way, they all headed their separate ways one by one in silence. Sonic watched them all leave in shame, and he did nothing but roll his eyes with a scowl. When he noticed in the corner of his eye that the guards from before were staring at them, he instantly turned his head in their direction. They flinched and bowed their heads before returning to guard their posts. They knew better than to try and throw him out. Greedy cowards, but he never did like politicians anyway. Well, there was no point in staying here. While there was something he wanted to look into, he'd been up for days investigating. It wouldn't hurt to take the day to rest only to pick back up where he left off tomorrow. Yeah, it was the weekend anyway.

As he began to walk, he felt a small breeze above him. From the high windows of the dome shaped city hall building, flew in a voluptuous Mobian of great importance. Ah, he knew exactly who that was.

Dark purple bat wings lifted and lowered as they cautiously descended and landed down into the spacious room. The guards from before were once again stunned at how they let in yet another unannounced guest. With high heels landing and clicking against the marble floor first, a pair of long but curvy legs made their way towards Sonic. Those stiletto pumps were luxury brand, and not at all easy to walk in. Black with red bottoms. Tight, glossy black leather pants fitted an ample and curvaceous white furred lower body. Her fit abdomen was bare and revealed to all, showing off her light tan skin. A black sleeveless high neck top seemed to just barely conceal the large bosom hidden beneath it, but if one looked from the side, they could easily see plenty of side-boob, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. A very costly handbag was slung over her shoulder, with her nails freshly manicured and painted. No gloves this time around. Her muzzle was adorned in purple pastel makeup, but not too heavy. Her lashes were long, her eyes light teal. Her large ears were pierced with tiny heart earrings, but even those didn't look cheap.

She slowly lifted up her black designer sunglasses, a silver wrist watch sparkling from the sunlight peaking in from the windows above. "You'd think they'd learn to lock the upper windows," A smooth, sultry, feminine voice complained. "Just because it's unconventional doesn't mean it can't happen. And they wonder why they need to depend on us all the time."

Sonic made another whistle, this time much more suggestive and placed his hands on his hips. "Rouge, now you know damn well you've got no right to be looking that good."

With a flattered laugh, Rouge the Bat flagged the hero off. "Oh my goodness Big Blue, you can't talk like that to me! The older you get, the more you flirt with me. Don't get yourself in trouble now, you'll make Rad Red jealous~"

He slyly placed an arm around her shoulders while pulling her a little close. Man, even her perfume smelled expensive. "Ahh we're just messin' around. No harm done, right~?" He replied in a low voice, his eyes suggestively meeting hers.

After their gazes met, they burst out laughing.

She fanned her eyes so she couldn't let any tears break through from how hard she giggled. "You are so bad, you know that right?"

"Hahaha," Sonic nudged her playfully and gave her space. "Ahh, I could never. Girls like you are too scary."

She pouted. "Oh what, because I'm older?"

"You're like three years older than me." The hedgehog deadpanned.

"Oh shit, that's true." She blinked. "Huh."

"Pffftt," The hero liked that they grew a little closer over the years. She wasn't some mysterious on-and-off ally anymore, she was just a friend who liked being risqué and a little coy sometimes. "Anyway, weren't you on vacation? You're too pretty to be in a stuffy place like this. It's drab and boring and there's nothing to do but watch a bunch of old crones count their dirty bills."

Chuckling even more at his impolite account of the city's leaders, Rouge could tell that Sonic once again made a visit to those said "old crones" who were undoubtedly dreading his appearance for some time now. Anybody on the inside knew he gave government figures a hard time, and it was hilarious. "Well, vacation time's just about over for me. I figured you'd be here giving them hell, so I came to ask a favor."

"Yeah, what'd you have in mind?"

"I won't ask you to do this for free, so I'll make a deal with you." She walked very closely towards him, to the point where her lips could just meet his muzzle. He had gotten taller than her as he grew up, so her heels were making it easier for her to get near. She whispered in a low voice so one would hear, and even if they did, she'd make a few threats to the guards to keep their lips shut. "I got some inside scoop on Dr. Egghead while I was sunbathing in Apotos. Turns out he must have been hiding out somewhere around Windmill Isle and left a few things discarded deep within the oceans. A device I got from GUN picked up something on my new handy-dandy radar. What I found could help you find him, if you do something for little ol' me~"

That was almost too good to be true, but this was Rouge. If she said she got something, she had it for sure. Sonic couldn't help but smile mischievously with piqued interest. "Not a bad offer, gotta admit. And I couldn't deny such a beautiful woman, now could I? So," He tilted his head. "What'd ya need?" He saw Rouge's smile deepen significantly.

"I need you to throw a party for Shadow."

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