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The days dying light cast shadows, flickering like noire movies across the dark verdant grass. On a nearby log sat a fox, this particular fox had many unique characteristics, ranging from the presence of a second tail to his extreme mechanical prowess. Though one of his most celebrated traits amongst his friends was his heart, it was a pure heart, though naïve it was filled with a sense of good and a deep desire to help others, this usually demonstrated itself in a strong desire to dethrone Robotnik. Living in his own hut on the edge of Knothole village provided the fox a sense of solitude, and it was something he treasured, away from prying eyes he was free to work on his inventions, read, or practice his flight without feeling the gaze of others. Though he now considered his second Tail a blessing it had been a source of misery throughout his childhood, the constant bullying had rendered the poor fox with a slight predilection for machinery instead of others, but with Sonic that had changed, he was a member of the Freedom Fighters, not just someone living at their camp, and it got him respect. The fox known as Miles Prower however much preferred his nickname "Tails"

He let out a loud sigh, he had once again been left out of a mission, Tails hated the babying, he had proved himself numerous times and yet time and again he was given a backseat, he loved Sonic like a brother, but he wanted more, a sense of adventure, of accomplishment, of truly being his own. Every time Sonic would tell him a story of his exploits the excitement would slowly turn to fantasies of if it had been him, but try as he might few of the other Freedom Fighters were willing to teach him the skills he needed to better himself. Sally had apparently held a meeting and forbid Tails be taught any potentially dangerous skills until the time of his fourteenth birthday, when he could act as a real Freedom Fighter, being ten the wait seemed unbearable. He had absorbed most mechanical knowledge from rotor, managed to get Antoine to teach some tactics to him by giving him compliments for a week, even got some medical training from doctor Quack, but hadn't gotten anyone to teach him proper combat training, he relied on his instincts but knew he could be much more effective if someone, anyone was willing to train him.

Tails hopped down off the log and preceded inside his hut, small but cozy, a nice home, in fact for his entire life Knothole had been his home, and the battle against Robotnik had been his life, he had never known peace, but was fully willing to believe that one day he would see it. He sighed and took a seat by his workbench where he had been tinkering, he couldn't understand the others reasoning, he wasn't allowed to throw a punch but it was perfectly fine to build explosives in your spare time, the logic just seemed flawed to him, though trying to argue with Sally was equivalent to teaching Sonic about machines. He carefully prepared his latest weapon, well being honest with himself being used as a weapon would be its secondary task, a thermite grenade was able to produce enough heat to melt through most metals so it would mostly serve for clearing rubble and broken doors. After several minutes of carefully piecing the grenade case together and having filled it with the necessary compounds he prepared to test it out in a canyon not too far from here, so slinging on his backpack filled with notebooks, provisions and medical supplies he set forth, after all he was always a believer in better safe than sorry.

Not too far from Knothole was the canyon Tails was currently heading towards, but in between the canyon and Knothole was a rather large stretch of forest, but currently contained within this stretch of forest was someone who also possessed several unique characteristics, a large brown Stetson hat, purple fur, one large tooth which peeked from the top of his lip, and the small array of weapons he kept on his brown belt. Though his friends would not describe him as one in possession of a kind heart, in fact he had no friends to speak of, this didn't particularly bother him, he had wealth, and people were just someone who would betray you sooner or later. His name was Nack the Weasel, though in a fashion similar to Tails he had adopted the nickname Fang, and was renowned for being one of the best bounty hunters on the face of Mobius, he was one of the few to have captured Sonic the hedgehog and one of the only to do it multiple times, though he held no personal grudge against him the money Robotnik had offered had been too sweet to pass up. He was currently sprinting through the forests, jumping over roots and fallen logs with ease, balancing as he ran with the use of his tail, he loved his tail, heed used it as everything from a spring to a whip and besides the magnum revolver he kept neatly at his side it was his favourite possession. He couldn't believe he had chased this bot for so long, the chase had lasted over two hours and Fang now had a thick line of perspiration running down his brow, when he caught the damned thing he was now planning on charging the person who'd hired him extra, he hadn't been able to get a clear shot, and as it jolted forwards behind a line of trees Fang pursued without a second thought.

He made the same sharp turn and time seemed to slow down, the bot faced him, his blaster pointed directly at him, Fangs own gun still sat on his hip, and to his credit he drew the gun into his hand in less than a heartbeat, but in that time the bot had fired and Fang felt a searing pain rip into him. He couldn't believe it, he'd finally lost, the bot turned to leave and flee farther but Fang still had his gun and would be damned if his perfect record would be ruined, he let out three shots in quick succession and the bot collapsed in a pool of oil, he smiled with the one large fang glinting in the sky, he had done it, every contract completed, but the pain was quick to pull him from any congratulations. It burned like a heated steel rod had been stuck into his gut, blood was slowly coming out of his wound and he coughed more onto the ground, he looked back at his life, wondered about all the things he had done, where was his money now? He hated it, all his life he built a fortune, but now it was useless, his only real passion had been his sky bike, he loved working on it, now what would happen to it he wondered, what about his sister, they never got the chance to make up with one another, he had lived to be the most successful bounty hunter, but he would die the greatest failure. The clouds seemed serene, the breeze cool, for once he appreciated nature, he understood why Robotropolis was wrong, but, he slowly shut his eyes, it was a nice place to die he thought, as nice as any he had ever seen, he wished at that point a futile wish in his last moment, for someone to care that he was gone, he could think of no one who would, but he still wished it, he had been alone long enough and for once he wished someone were at his side.

His midsection burned, his head felt like a tap-dance stage and the light coming in from the window made him squint and hurt his eyes, hurt, Fang considered pain to be a process for the living, and if he was feeling it, a grin crossed his face, he wasn't dead yet. He tried to sit up and have a look around, but even trying to caused him to collapse back onto the bed he was laid upon, tilting his head he looked around the small hut, a desk, workbench, couch and bookshelf were all that really occupied it, Fang smirked, it definitely wasn't his traditional digs. He was beyond confused, how did he get here, and looking down where he had been hit who stitched him up, looking carefully at the stitches he could tell they weren't professional, but whoever did them didn't do a half bad job, he was already counting just how much he would have to pay whoever did all this for him, saving his life, stitching him up, the number he was looking at was very unpleasant to him when the front door opened and in walked a two tailed fox. Fang studied him, he looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, Tails shut the door behind him and walked over beside the bed with his arms crossed, a concerned but also cautious look as he raised his voice and spoke, he tried to sound cool, Fang could hear concern and caution coating his words. "Ok, I know who you are and I should turn you over right now to the freedom fighters, so give me one reason I shouldn't?"

Fangs eyes widened considerably at that, freedom fighters, now he remembered this kid he was a friend of Sonic, and right now he was stranded in the middle of Freedom Fighter territory being the third most wanted by them, he swallowed deep, at least he was alive, worst came to worst he could probably escape from the jail again. He looked over the kid and thought how best to talk him out of turning him in, money, people like money, well at least he sure did so if he offered enough he should be fine, this was Fangs train of thought as he opened his mouth. "Listen kid, you don't wanna do that, tell ya what I appreciate what you done for me so I'm gonna give ya the best thing in the world. Cash! Give me a number kid and you can be rich as a king!" Tails looked saddened and Fang could instantly notice, Tails looked right into his eyes with a look of disappointment etched onto his face. "I should have known, you're just as bad as Robotnik. All you can think about is money, what good is it if the world is rotten when you try to use it? I'm going to get the Freedom Fighters to take you away." Tails turned his back and was stepping away when a hand grasped one of his tails, and pulled him back to looking face to face with Fang, whose face was angered beyond reason, a snarl was on his lips and the fang suddenly looked almost menacing as he spat out his words. "DON'T YOU DARE SAY IM AS BAD AS THAT BUCKET OF LARD AND BOLTS! SURE IM A LITTLE QUESTIONABLE BUT I AINT A BLOODY PSHYCHO LIKE THAT ASS. TAKE ME OFF TO YOUR DAMN PRISON AND ILL GET OUT EVENTUALLY BUT DON'T YOU EVER BLOODY SAY IM AS BAD AS THAT EGOTISTIC, MORONIC, BASTARD!"

Tails was so taken back that he actually fell on his backside still looking at Fang shaking from anger, when a knock came on the door and Sonic's voice wafted through. "Yo Tails, were back, you up for a run big guy!" Tails looked back and forth, Fang had a look of angered certainty that he was heading for prison, suddenly Tails smiled, and ran to the door and opened it just a crack so Sonic couldn't see in. "Sorry Sonic, I'm working on a new experiment right now, maybe sometime later ok." Sonic nodded and took off waving behind him as he went, when Tails turned back around Fang was propped on one elbow with an extremely confused expression on his face as he started. "Why didn't you turn me in?" Tails continued grinning and then spoke. "No one gets that mad at being compared to Robotnik unless they really don't like something about him, and if you don't like something about him then there must be something good about you? I really don't trust you but, I wouldn't be one of the good guys if I never gave anyone a second chance." Fang was extremely confused now, not only did he not trust him but he was going to help him anyways, this kid was crazy, it was the only reasonable thought that came to his mind when suddenly Tails thrust out his hand directly towards Fang and said in a now more cheerful voice. "My names Tails by the way." Fang grabbed and warily shook it as he replied and motioned toward himself. "Yeah, Fang. So you don't want cash, or you don't want cash yet?" Tails shook his head and Fang just let out a large sigh. "Kid, I don't understand you one damn bit. But thanks."