Jets pov

I held my one good hand up in surrender. I gotta admit this is pretty terrifying. As a theif I'm used to running away. Staring into the barral of the gun is an entirely new feeling.

"Well well if it isn't the little birdie who gave me so much trouble" he grinned menisingly "where are your little friends now?"

"there not here" I muttered nervously "I'm alone"

"now why on earth would you be alone when you have an injury like that?" he gestured to my cast.

"I just wanted to get in some hoverbourd training in" I said quickly "I didn't expect to run into trouble"

"but trouble seems to have found you anyway" he chuckled darkly "it's good news for me though. I've been in need of a live rodent to test my new top secret invention on" he clicked his fingers and metal Sonic charged at me.

I yelped as I jumped on my hoverbourd and zoom off. I looked over my shoulder to see that metal Sonic was still hot on my tail. Crap I'm in trouble aren't I?