Shadow the Hedgehog

"I don't like it THAT much. Not enough jewels." ----- "I guess so."

"I do like the decor in here," commented Rouge. ----- "Somehow I don't think that'd be enough," smiled Zamy.

Hope nodded as they got a table. ---- "That seems pretty likely."

"It's all good really. I go for the crispy duck myself," said Hope. ----- "Though now I wonder what else will try to kill me today, my guess is I'll get struck by lightning then have something fall on me."

"I do like it myself," commented Hope. --- "Like I said, it was just a glancing blow."

They soon teached it and went inside. --- "You'll be ok. I'd give you a hug but it feels like my side is gonna come out."

Hope, Shadow and Rouge headed out. ---- "I see. That doesn't surprise me, her changimg I mean. Will you be ok?"

"Ok, let's go." ----- "I'm... sorry Miles."

"Ok. Let's go there. You two want to come?" asked Hope. "Sure, why not? As long as you're paying," replied Rouge. ---- "What's that?"

"Here's a booklet with some restaurants in the area. Pick which one you like the look of." ---- "You don't sound like you had a nice time. Is something wrong? You can tell me."

"Don't get too used to it," teased Hope. ----- "I can hanlde it. How're things for your Miles? What's that you got there?"

"I don't know. Do you want to go out for dinner?" ---- "That's a relief," smiled Zamy.

"Agreed." ----- "I'm not dead yet," replied Zamy as she removed her jacket and looked at the holes in it and her shirt. "Good thing I have plenty of spares."

Hope burst into a giggle. --- "I-- I think I'm gonna be ok."

"Try me." ----- "Nothing Miles, just a scratch," replied Zamy, making her way over to a chair, clutching her side.

"Maybe I should've left you in the old west," laughed Hope. ----- Zamy teleported them back to her apartment, then slowly got to her feet. "That could've gone a lot better."

"Yeah. I should be a little more accurate as well, hopefully." ------- "Yeah, my teleporter still works."

"It's still not an exact science yet, so it might happen again." ------ "If only I shared that outlook."

"I'd like that actually." ---- Zamy stuck the laser pistol over the cover and fired blindly at the troops, wincing as she felt where she was hit. "I've been better," she muttered. ----- The note Zamy had written down simply said; "Miles, I've gone to help out Ziona with something, I shouldn't be too long. If you desperately need to contact me there's a spare radio in the safe in my room. My spare key is in my top clothes drawer. Love, Zamy."

"Precisely." ----- "No, nothing. If they've even got him I can't find out from here. I think-" Zamy jumped back as a laser hit the terminal before, swiftly followed by several more which hit her in the side.

"Exactly. No one other than us knows of its existence." ---- Zamy followed, only just managing to stay unseen as she reached the terminal and started typing on the keyboard.

"I have the knowledge if I ever needed to make another one for whatever reason." ----- Zamy nodded. "Here goes nothing."

"Yes. I don't want it getting into the wrong hands." ----- "Good idea, let's find one away from the patrols."

"But now I need to make sure no one can use this machine again." ----- "Agreed."

"Anyway. Those are all the pictures we took." ---- "They've still got a lot of guards around here."