Flash ran with Rouge behind him, trying desperately to get out of the rain. Eventually, they got to the east wall of the city.
"Rouge, get into my arms!"
"Um...okay..." Flash cradled Rouge's head and lifted her legs up into his arms. Rouge was about to ask Flash what he was doing, when she realized she hadn't even asked what his name was. Before she had time to say anything, however, Flash crouched down and leaped high into the air, sending him and a screaming Rouge sailing over the 30-foot-high east wall and into the hidden city of Felonia. Flash landed, and let Rouge onto her feet. She was about to say thank you when Flash once again grabbed her hand and took off. By the time they reached Security Team headquarters, they were both soaking wet. Flash quickly opened the metal door and let Rouge inside. The two of them fell to they're knees, panting with exhaustion.
Before either of them could react, Felonia City Police and Security Team personnel surrounded them, pointing various ballistic weapons at Rouge. Rouge instinctively hid behind Flash, hoping he would protect her. Flash looked dead straight, looking for one person in particular. She soon arrived. Rouge watched as the police and Security Team members parted and stood at attention. The slow rhythm of stiletto heels striking the wooden floors echoed in the large hallway as someone walked between the sea of gunmen. Eventually a female cat resembling that of Flash stood before them. She wore somewhat loose black jeans with a holster that hid a powerful handgun, held up by a tight leather belt. She also wore a back shirt that was a bit too small, leaving her brown and tan belly exposed. The shirt had the words "Security Team" on the front in white print, with an unbuttoned dark blue jacket over it all. A ruby necklace dangled around her neck, a golden earring stood out proudly on her right ear, and a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes adorned her feet. On her head she wore a dark blue hat that sat on a head of dark brown hair that went down to her knees. With a cigarette between her teeth and a glare in her soft green eyes, Rouge reasoned that this chick was NOT someone she wanted to mess with. The cat in question slowly approached Flash, stopping but three feet away. She lifted her hand, and everyone behind her lowered they're weapons.
"So, is this our intruder?" The feminine feline asked.
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