Shadow the Hedgehog

"Oh no, the last thing we need is someone screwing around in either of your heads and pitentially bringing something back out."

Zamy stepped back and let the two talk.

*reappears and frees Dylan before leaving once more*

"If you're sure Miles. Just don't try and kill each other or I'll have to come in swinging."

"That is true. Now I just need to get you out without wrenching your arm out of its socket," said Zamy.

"Glad to see you've started to talk sense, though it's a shame you lacked the forethought to see you couldn't fit through the bars." ----- Shadow had completed his examination of the cabin and found no evidence of a struggle or break in. His best guess is that whoever was here previously had simply got lost in the snow, making this whole exercise seemingly a waste of time. He set up a small laptop on the desk, hoping he'd be able to reach HQ and inform them of his findings.

"Oh but I can take you out of it. Quite simply in fact."

"Oh please. If I wanted you dead Miles I'd have shot you and claimed you tried to escape," said Zamy as she went over to Skye. "Doing what you have to do? You're both the same, too incompetent to even finish your own goals. You've hurt just about everyone else, but like a poor marksman you keep missing the target," she said to him before stepping away. "You leave me with little choice now. It's clear you are unfit for a rehabilitative program. Perhaps jail will serve you better Skye," she said, only half bluffing.

"Of course I would be. That'd be letting my guard down. I'd have still failed, and the fact Ziona went off as well would get her reprimamded along with me."

Zamy put her hand on Skye's shoulder to stop him. "If I let you go in there and attack him, not only will you get hauled to Zone Jail, but I'll lose my job as well. Please, don't do this."

Zamy sighed. "Yes. He's not fit for processing yet. Robotnik's injection had some... interesting effects. But don't worry he'll be out of here before you know it."

Zamy turned to Skye, the action mimiced by her hologram before she switched it off. "Skye? What are you doing here? I'm guarding a prisoner until they're fit for transport," she said.

*picks up stereo and Chaos Controls away* Peace at least.

"Give him a break Glen, and stop acting like those soldiers were poor, innocent bystanders. They were part of the DEL, and chances are had a hand in that werehog scheme," said a holographic projection of Zamy which had just found the group.

*turns volume to 11* I don't understand what all the fuss is about. I'll find somewhere less insane to spend my day off.

I'd be up for any the options pretty much. Though I'll fully admit I know little about this reboot.

*turns stereo on max* ah that's better. You do know there's a store not five minutes away?

Anytime Dylan.

*pulls everyone off of Dylan and throws them away* Has the world gone mad in my absence?

(OOC I'll try. Anna is looking for a room, Melody's in the infirmary with Locke. Dylan, Spark and Skye are elsewhere in Haven, and were in Spark's head not too long ago. The Zone Cops are near a convenient set of cells where Miles is imprisoned, and Shadow is on mission, so he's nowhere near Haven, and Hope and Rouge are at GUN).

"I don't trust some stranger to do my job. I'll watch him, you two can head off. I'll call you on your radio if he wakes up or something else happens," replied Zamy.

What base? Care to elaborate Locke?

Shadow squinted as his face was battered in the ferocious snow storm, barely making out the small cabin in the distance. Wasting no more time he skated towards it, leaving a trail of molten snow as he went. After making inside he slammed the door shut and examined the room; there was a simple bed, an accompanying desk, a small wood burning stove and a fireplace at the centre. It seemed recently occupied, so his missing persons case wasn't fruitless at least. "I almost wish Eggman would start hus next scheme already. At least then I wouldn't be stuck out here," he thought to himself as he lit the fire. ---- Zamy gave Anna a nod.

Zamy just shook her head. "Really know how to kill the mood Glen," she muttered to herself.

"The henchwoman for hire to anyone? Even more profitable."