Sonic the Hedgehog

Devastation

"You've secured Eggman?!"

Michael Reznov immediately rises from his Oval Office chair, stunned at what came from the Commander's mouth. The grizzled old man stands in front of the President's desk, having interrupted their weekly meeting to answer a distress call. From the sound of things, the call was most definitely warranted.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SONIC TOOK THE EMERALD?!" he bellows, his roar of anger loud enough to be heard through the entire White House. "How did he get in?!

The President listens to what half of the conversation he can, his eyes wide with surprise. It seems this goose chase for the seven emeralds has escalated to Prison Island. While the loss of GUN's most powerful artifact isn't ideal, all Michael yearns to hear is the assurance of Station Square's safety.

"YOU LET EGGMAN'S HELPERS WALK AWAY?! SON, I WILL FLY ACROSS MOBIUS TO TAKE AWAY YOUR BADGE PERSONALLY!"

The Commander turns off his earpiece and paces around the small room. If it were not for its neat decor and the presence of the most powerful man in Mobius, the exasperated commanding officer would've thrown over a desk. Instead, his brewing anger is left inside where it fuels his already high blood pressure.

"Commander?" Michael asks, anticipating the update.

"Eggman has been detained," the Commander exhales, turning to face the smiling President.

"That much I heard. Thank goodness. I figure a celebration is in order. Though, it might be premature depending on what other news you have for me."

"Well, President, your 'war hero'-"

"OUR war hero," Michael corrects, eyeing the Commander sternly.

"-has made off with our most powerful weapon," he finishes.

"Do we know why?"

"I'll tell you why! Because he's an undisciplined, destructive teenager who thinks he owns the world! We need to make an example out of him."

"Making an example out of the hero who has now saved the world from Eggman's tyranny a second time," Michael says, sitting back down. "I'm sure that'll bold well with our citizens."

"The citizens aren't the ones keeping the streets safe," The Commander retaliates. "They're not out there defending our borders. That's GUN's responsibility."

"Tell me, Commander, have you stopped to consider why Sonic would steal the emerald? Perhaps because of our dishonesty?"

"What would you have me do, Mr. President? Disclose confidential information with a Mobian child? If anything, this proves he cannot be trusted. I will rally all forces to take back what is ours!"

Agitated, The President begins to smooth his forehead. Without the accolades, success on the field, and iron grip command, the man in front of him could hardly pass as a reasonable asset to maintaining Station Square's peace.

"We should have moved the emerald to a more secure location," Michael mumbles tiredly.

"I disagree, Mr. President," the Commander says. "Prison Island was our best bet for fortification, always has been for years. I hope you don't take a cue from our beloved 'war hero' and doubt GUN's security. To think he had the nerve to tell us to evacuate."

The President's head snaps up, his eyes enlarging in a panic.

"Evacuate?" he echoes.

"Yeah, apparently the little runt wanted to relay that message. Can you believe the audacity-"

"You fool!" Michael stands back up, gripping his desk. "If Sonic tells us to evacuate, that means something is coming!"

"With all due respect Mr. President, what could possibly threaten Station Square of all places?"