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Chapter Two � Night Vision
Six Years Later�
It was mid-winter in
Metropolis. The night was still and cold. Smoke rose in solid, unbroken columns
from the many smokestacks that dotted the city, adding to the layer of smog
that smeared the sparkling stars overhead into dull blobs of silver.
A troop of SWATBots marched down one cobbled road, their steps in
perfect, unnatural sync. The people of the city � those who had thus far
avoided being roboticised - avoided them. The streets
were deserted and silent save for the dull, repetitive thud of metal feet
hitting the cobbled ground.
There were two purely organic
Mobians who were out that night. Two tall canids rode on a hover sled ahead of the SWATbots. One of them was slender, with grey fur and a
long, wolflike muzzle, the other was a hulking,
muscle-bound creature with burnt orange fur.
�Hey, Sleet?� The orange,
muscled canine asked his companion.
�Yes,
Dingo?�
�Why are we taking these guys
into custody again?�
The grey one sighed, �Because
they�re conspiring with the Freedom Fighters, you meat head.�
Dingo scratched his head,
�But Doctor Robotnik says on TV there aren�t any
Freedom Fighters��
Sleet rolled his eyes and
clipped his companion around the ear, �It�s called �propaganda�, dummy. Or
�public relations� if you�re being diplomatic about it.�
�Oh.� Dingo said in the tone
of voice that indicated he didn�t understand at all.
�Never mind,� Sleet muttered,
powering down the hover-sled as they arrived at their destination, �We�ll take
the rear and send the SWATBots in the front.�
�Why�s that, Sleet?�
�They could be armed,� Sleet
shrugged, �There�s no point putting ourselves in line of fire if we don�t have
to.�
�Ok.� Dingo replied placidly.
They took the fire-escape,
positioning themselves on the roof opposite the target
house where they could watch the narrow back door and make sure their targets
didn�t get away.
There were sounds of
commotion coming from inside, a high, feminine scream of alarm, followed by the
far deeper sound of a male yelling and the banging and crashing that indicated
the two rebels were not intending to go along quietly.
Quite suddenly, the back door
flew open and a small figure darted out into the narrow alley behind the house.
It was moving at a headlong sprint, its colour and species impossible to tell
in the dim shadows and under the dull sodium lights that bleached everything
into shades of orange, grey and brown, the only thing was immediately obvious
was that it was clearly a child.
�Hmph,�
Sleet snorted, �Just a kid,�
�Should we go after him,
Sleet?� Dingo asked.
Sleet felt an uneasy feeling
between his shoulder blades that told him he probably shouldn�t, but� �Yes. Robotnik ordered all in the house were to be detained.� He
shifted as if to start moving towards the alley.
From nowhere there was a
flash of light reflecting off metal, and then something cold and sharp caught
him just below the chin.
�I wouldn�t do that if I were
you,� A low tenor voice advised him. Sleet went for his gun, only to find his
holster empty. A grunt of alarm behind him told him that Dingo was similarly
unarmed.
�Looking for these?� The
voice asked mockingly. The guns clattered onto the floor at his feet, divested
of their magazines, �Move and you will have more than just your guns removed
from you.� The voice said in a deadly tone. Sleet shifted his gaze, following
the line of the sword poised at his throat, trying to see into the face of his
attacker, but all he could see was a pair of ruby-red eyes that seemed to burn
in the darkness, white-gloved hand gripped the sword in a strangely delicate
grasp.
The sword itself was a work
of art; a relatively unadorned, but beautifully made, straight-edge sabre. His
eye was caught by something engraved on the hilt �a gold ring with wings
sprouting from it which encircled a peculiar design that looked like a stylised
�C� with spine-like prongs sweeping out from the top and back like the spines
of a porcupine � or a hedgehog. Sleet caught his breath when he saw it.
�Dingo,� He said in as normal
a voice as he could muster, �Do exactly what he says.�
�Umm�� Dingo burbled in
confusion.
�The child is under my
protection,� The voice interrupted, �I suggest you leave, now.�
�We were just going,� Sleet
said weakly, �Dingo, fire up the hover-sled,�
�But��
�NOW,
Dingo!�
�Uh�okay, Sleet.� The orange
canine ambled back down the fire escape.
The pressure on his neck
eased, �Wise choice.� The voice whispered. There was a quick flare of light, as
if a car or truck had just gone by, and then Sleet found himself
alone, with no red oval eyes staring from the shadows. Sleet shivered
violently, feeling his flesh crawl as he realised just how close he had been to
being skewered. Quickly retrieving his gun and hurrying down the fire escape,
wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.
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�You LET THEM GO?!� Robotnik�s livid
voice scraped across Sleet�s eardrums, causing him to flatten his ears in pain
and fear.
�It was just a kid, Dr. Robotnik,� Dingo offered meekly.
Robotnik�s mechanical hand slammed down the arm
of his huge ornate control chair, placing a sizable dent in the metallic
surface and casing the delicate circuits beneath to spark and short.
�I do NOT want your EXCUSES!� He ranted, �I ordered to everyone in that
house to be detained. That means ALL of them!�
Sleet and Dingo cringed back
from Robotnik�s fury, frightened eyes fixed on the
corpulent figure of their monarch as his face slowly turned as red as his
elaborate uniform. But their fear turned into outright terror when Robotnik�s eyes narrowed and he slowly smiled.
�Obviously, I am not being
clear. You seem to need a better�incentive.� His rage seemed to have vanished,
his voice now soft and silky.
�What�what did you have in
mind, Lord Robotnik?� Sleet said, his voice carrying
a hint of a terrified dog-like whine.
�I have had my science-bots
working on a new process of nano-bot infusion.
Perhaps now is the perfect chance to witness a new test,� From somewhere within
the folds of his clothes, Robotnik produced a shiny
new five-Mobium coin. He smiled, �Do you believe in
luck, gentlemen?�
Too scared to speak, the two
mercenaries stood mute, staring dumbly at the shiny coin held in Robotnik�s meaty hand. A metal finger pointed, first at
Dingo, �Heads.� He said simply. The finger moved on to point at Sleet, �And
tails.�
He flipped the coin. The
bounty hunters watched transfixed as it sailed into the air, glinting as it
span, following the little silver coin with their eyes as it began it�s trip back down to earth. The coin was just past its
apex when two SWATbots suddenly seized Dingo by the
arms and began dragging him down the corridor.
Sleet stared at his employer,
struggling to find something to say. A peculiar sound filled the room, and
sleet realised with revulsion that Robotnik was
chuckling to himself.
�You see, Sleet,� Robotnik said conversationally, �Everything on Mobius is subject to my will,� He walked past the bounty
hunter on his way out the door, following the same path Dingo had unwillingly
taken, �Even random chance.� He paused just long enough to press the five mobium coin into Sleet�s hand.
Sleet lifted the coin and
realised that both sides were stamped with the same image of Robotnik�s face.
To Be Continued in �Edge
of the Blade�
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