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-Chapter 2: The Trouble Begins

Chaotix Detective Agency Office: The Next day.

The Chaotix Detective Agency Office wasn’t exactly big. In fact, its closet was barely able to hold a broom and bucket, which was all that was in there any way. A desk piled with papers and a small old black phone stood in the back of the square shaped room. Scattered around the place were other papers and boxes filled with stuff, as well as some filling cabinets.

Vector the Crocodile was fast asleep in his easy chair, the headphones he always wore playing one of his favorite heavy metal songs. He preferred them at high volume of course.

Nearby, Charmy the Bee was also asleep, his goggles draped over his eyes, on top of one of the filing cabinets. He snored softly, not bothering anyone.

Espio the Chamaeleon stood against the wall near the door to their little office. He stood with his arms crossed, and his eyes closed. To the average eye, he seemed to be in deep thought, but his years of ninja training had allowed him to sleep standing up.

It was a boring week, there had been no work since they beat the money out of Eggman after that Metal Overlord incident. Not a single call had come in all week. Needless to say, it was very dull.

For the first time in what seemed like forever and a half, the phone rang. Charmy barely moved at all. Vector was also still asleep, the sound of the music still playing in his head, drowning out anything else. Espio was the only one who seemed to notice.

Without moving anything but his hands, Espio removed a super ball from a nearby cardboard box and threw it. It bounced of a wall hit the OFF button on Vector’s walkman, bounced of the ceiling, then the floor, and was caught by Espio’s other hand.

Vector, realizing his music was replaced by an annoying ringing, woke up and picked up the phone. “Hello, Chaotix Detective Agency,” he said in a professional voice even though he was half asleep.

Charmy pulled his goggles up as he got up. “Finally, it’s been long enough.” He said, and started to fly around the room, grumbling that Vector should start taking some responsibility and actually start cleaning things. Espio shifted his position against the wall and listened into Vector’s conversation.

“What?!” Vector suddenly bellowed. He calmed himself and returned to his overly professional voice, “...Yes sir, we can do that.” Espio and Charmy took instant interest in this. Vector rarely called anyone sir, even clients. “Yes,” he said again. He got a pen and paper and began to write down something. “Ok sir, 3:00, yes, got it,” he said before hanging up the phone.

“Who was that boss?” asked Espio in his deep and calm voice.

“That was the President of Station Square,” said Vector, “He has an official job for us.”

“Really?” asked Charmy as he buzzed around the room, sounding highly interested.

“Yup, we finally got work from the higher ups. We’re moving up, boys,” the Boss said, raising his large fist into the air.

"Moving up? In what way?" inquired Espio, bouncing the super ball calmly against the floor and catching it again.

"Yes, what kind of job is it, boss?" Charmy asked as well.

“He said it’s classified and we are to meet him at this address,” said Vector, showing his friends the address he’d written down on the back of the electric bill. “Now come on, we gotta get ready. I need a bath.”

-Crash site of Egg Carrier

The ruined Egg Carrier, once the ominous flagship of the nefarious Dr. Eggman, floated just above the ocean in the shadow of its successor, the Final Fortress base. The Fortress--Eggman's newest technological terror--was so huge that the Egg Carrier seeming as nothing but a fly to its enormous bulk

The sun shone brightly in the sky, reflecting off the water like thousands of tiny stars, but in the daylight. The view was especially striking from the bridge of the Final Fortress, but its beauty was lost on the base's only occupants.

For at the bridge, the mighty Omega was in control. This was his duty, his mission, his responsibility.


Omega looked at the readouts one last time to confirm that he had the correct location, then parked the behemoth next to its older sibling. The two technological terrors looking like a small car and a tractor trailer parked next to each other in a parking lot.

Omega started punching in commands into the bridge console, bringing up a schematic of the Fortress’ engines.

Moments later, Omega rose from the top of the base. He walked the decks for a few moments, checking to see if everything was in place. He needed everything but the secondary generator disabled. If the secondary generator went offline, then the locks inside the ship’s doors would be disabled. The generator didn’t have the power to reactivate the ship, but he had things inside he didn’t want out.

The generator would work for a long while before it eventually went offline. Probably a few years.

“Mission Accomplished,” he finally said as he pressed the button.

With a loud bang, the engines at the back of the Final Fortress exploded. It wasn’t a large explosion, but it would be enough. The ship was now crippled, and there was only one being in the world that could dare to rebuild them.

Eggman, the enemy.

Despite his recent victory, Omega could not yet rest. He had Metal Sonic, along with a few other nasty Eggman inventions, locked up inside the base. The base’s engines he had destroyed, and it would never fly again.

But Eggman had still gotten away.

Once he escaped the grasp of the Chaotix, Eggman had fled the scene in his Egg-O-Matic. He disappeared after that. With the base destroyed, it would be a long time before he would show himself.

Omega cursed him. The Bad Doctor had a special talent of avoiding complete defeat.

Deciding that he’d had enough of this evil place, Omega activated his jets and flew toward the mainland.

-Station Square: Presidents Office

The round room was painted white, a symbol of power to some. To others, it was purity. To the president, it was an eyesore. He never liked white.

But, one must not break with tradition, he had other things to think about

“Thank you for coming Rouge,” he said, his back turned to the woman sitting in the chair across from him.

Rouge the Bat had been in here before, and she hated it. Why had she agreed to this again?

Oh yes, the money. Mr. President had offered a large some of cash for this juicy little assignment. It was easy enough to break her oath to never work for the government again.

Though she still wondered what those two Secret Service goons were doing behind her. Security had been pretty high going in too. The president was worried about something.

“What’s the situation?” she asked in a smooth voice.

“Let me first thank you again for showing up Rouge,” he said, “You are one of our best military spies, and....”

“Cut the pleasantries and get to the point, I’m busy,” said Rouge.

“Very well, I need you to meet someone,” he said in a voice that hid his fears, “I’ve given them a very important assignment and I need you to help them, as well as give them the message. I have the meeting all set up, and we’ll pay you handsomely as always.”

“Ok,” said Rouge, who was more interested than she let on, “Who are I meeting?”