Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Invasion ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Mikey B23 here!! I dont own Sonic the Hedgehog or Sega!!! Dont sue me!!!!!! Mikey B23 out!!!!!!!!!!!!..........

Ch. 4

Michael had been searching for over seven days, but could not find Tikal anywhere, it seemed to him that all hope was lost for ever finding Tikal alive. Michael trudged towards the Freaks gang, there, they comforted him and tried to get his spirits back up again. Nothing seemed to work, though.

"C'mon, man...I don't like to see you like this!" Chris said.

"......"

"Please, Tikal wouldn't want to see you like this!" Gloria said.

"......"

Michael had a beer in his hand and had gotten drunk from the whiskey. Michael seemed to be heading downhill from there. It finally took the efforts of Greg and Chris to snap Michael out of the trance he was in.

"Please, Mike! Don't be sad! I don't like to see you sad!" Greg said. "I don't think they killed her! Infact, I feel that she's still alive!"

"If they want your shoes, they wouldn't kill her, if they did it would disregard all hopes of getting the shoes!" Chris said.

"?" Michael dropped the whiskey bottle and listened drunken to Chris talk, barely discerning a word he said.

"Uo Kand lerve wike whis! Ou wust wove on!" Michael barely understood what Chris said.

{Trans: You can't live like this! You must move on!"}

"What?" Michael's eyes were heavy and droopy, from drinking too much whiskey.

"Tikal can't be dead, she's too valuable to their operation to kill her! They wouldn't dare kill her!" Greg stated.

"Well, then how do I find a place I don't even know about?" Michael asked.

"I happen to know where the Mystic Sanctuary is, its located twenty miles from here, outside Eagle-Eye's city boundries, you must find it soon, I don't know how long they will stay patient." Gloria said.

"Lets...go..." Michael weakly stood up, having to be helped across by Greg and Nick.

"You aren't ready to save her! These people know what they are doing! Besides, these people have a long history with us!" Chris said.

"They're name is the Sharks gang, they are the meanest group of gangsters this side of the world! They all carry machine guns and loads of ammo! You woul;dn't last one second unarmed, even as quick as you are! You need protection! Only we can provide you the best in protection!" Valker said.

"Now! Bill, Larry, and Jeanne! Show Michael the ammo room!!!" Chris said.

Bill pushed a few buttons and the wall panels switched around, and guns of every sort came from behind the walls.

"These weapons are illegal on any street market, they were too powerful to use as weapons, so we had to smuggle them from Iraq and they were hard to get...please be careful!" Bill said.

Michael just stared at the various weapons, ranging from triple-barreled shotguns to sniper-rifled pistols. Every weapon was so powerful, even Michael, in his drunk state, knew that these weapons were too powerful to have on the streets and wondered how in the world they had managed to keep these weapons from the authorities eye.

"These weapons aren't good to use for a beginner like yourself, Michael, so you are going to have to go into training underground in our training room using easy pistols." Nick said. Nick pressed a button on the wall panal and a flight of stairs appeared, a floor opened in the floor and the floor opened up for Michael to walk in.

"Wow..." Michael had never seen this part of the Freaks club area, and had no idea what he was going to think when he walked into the humongous training room later on.

When Michael arrived, he was shocked to see the size of the training room: about 20000 sq. ft. it contained many many targets and countless bullets scattered on the floor of every kind: pistol, shotgun, machine-gun, blanks and automatics; just about every shell size was on the floor.

"Okay, Michael, your first challenge on your training will be to hit that target moving 50 yards away." Nick watched as Michael hit the target with one shot perfectly.

"Haha! Bulls-eye!" Michael was jumping for joy.

"That was the only easy shot you'll get on this!! The next target you must hit is 100 yrds away and is moving at 30 mph. you must hit it with one bullet!" Nick watched Michael's eyes as he was uncertain about when to shoot.

Michael missed the target by a few feet, but hit it the next time.

"Well, we will ait until the beer in your system completely wears off! Then we will continue your training!" Nick closed the training room doors and locked the door.

End ch. 4

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Mikey B23 out!!!!!!............................