If these men weren't so full of themselves, they might have noticed something was about to happen behind the scene while Shadow was distracting them. On the roof was Sonic shaking in his sneakers, nervous, and panic slowly filled his body. He was looking at Amy who was probably talking with the boar man, but he had a hard time to hear their words.

"How unusual," the boar man said, playing with his dagger. "I thought you would be begging for your life and offering me money," he taunted her.

"Hmpf, there is no point in negotiating with a rotten person," she answered proudly and firmly, putting her chin forward. There was no way she was going to show her fear to such low person.

"You've got guts I'll give you that." He came closer. "It's almost a shame I have to gut you. I bet we could use you more than once, but the boss wants you dead." He looked into her eyes. She was frowning, not backing down. She stared right into his eyes, and that was driving him crazy. "I guess you aren't worth the trouble," he said at the end, stepping closer.

The girl was shivering. Was this the end? She tilted her head to look into his face. A big grin was decorating it, and his big head covered the view on the roof window. He lifted the dagger, its blade reflecting the light from a lamp.

She closed her eyes, and her fingers dug into her palms. The small heart in her body skipped a beat, as it expected a big pain. The next seconds were like an eternity. Suddenly, a thud sound was heard as something big had fallen down.

"Ouch, ouch," murmured a small voice.

Her eyes shot open. "So--mmh!" Amy gasped, muffling as her mouth was covered.

"Psss." Sonic gestured her to be quiet. She nodded, so he let her go. The boy quickly looked around, feeling his legs started to shiver once more. He needed to move. Finally, his eyes found the dagger the man lost, and with it, he cut the ropes.

"How did you get in here?" she whispered.

"No time! Gotta run!" he took her in his arms.

Amy blushed before her body jerked, and her hand reached toward the chair. "M-My bag!" She quickly grabbed it, pressing it against her chest before her arms wrapped around Sonic's neck.

Sonic had no idea what was so important in it, but it was filled to the brim. The boy concentrated on running in one place, warming up his body. Stopping meant he might start thinking, and that would make him insecure. He abruptly shook his head, burrowing his daze into the door in front of him.

"Is there anyone looking for a path?" Shadow's loud voice startled them both.

A shiver ran down Amy's spine as the excitement took over her. Her eyes widen. The thoughts of her rescue filled her mind. She was happy to see Sonic coming to save her. Hearing Shadow's voice strengthened that feeling. Her mouth was dry, but she felt incredible urge to answer that call.

Her mouth opened ready to scream her lungs out, but she was overtaken by Sonic's own voice. "I, I! I'm looking for a path!" His call echoed through the room, shooting toward the sky.

"What?"

She heard someone else shouting. It must have been one of the men outside she glimpsed when Beole left. Amy's ears pricked, turning toward the door. She desperately tried to hear something more, but all she could pick up were muffled sounds.

Then she heard some steps, getting closer. Her grip around Sonic's neck fastened in the anticipation of next seconds. She didn't even notice boy's legs got faster they now resembled a blurry circle.

The door opened, and Sonic darted outside. Amy's eyes had no time to adjust to that speed. Her brain barely noticed a knife on Shadow's neck, and a gentle smile he gave her. Her lungs let out a long scream before leaving the hangar.

"What was that?" yelled one man after another, and the trio that was knocked down was especially shocked.

Beole, who was still had his dagger on Shadow's neck, was in a second knocked down by a strong blow to the neck. Shadow intended to use this chance to the fullest by beating as many of them as possible.

His eyes glanced over the group, seeing two running away. Both were shouting something about vengeful spirits. Good, two down, a lot more to go. They quickly turned their attention to Shadow and one reached to his jacket. As the priest feared, he took out a gun. He had just a second to react or to face the pain from being shot. "Ha!" he shouted, pointing behind the man.

It was an old tactic, but the criminal still turned around, probably afraid something will run from behind just like earlier. That was all the priest needed to overcome the distance, burying the knee in opponent's back. The man made some hoarse sounds before collapsing. The gun fell to the ground, and metallic echo filled the room.

"Why you!" shouted at him one-eyed cat bandit. His dagger aimed at Shadow's side, but he used the holy book as a shield. The weapon got stuck in it, then a quick swing disarmed the cat bandit, and kick in guts sent him to the ground couching. The book flew off Shadow's hand, landing behind his back.

Shadow spared a second to catch a breath, and that cost him his freedom as two men grabbed his arms. They thought they got him, but Shadow grabbed their dirty tan tops, slammed them together, and send them down with a quick spin of his body. The priest was astonished by how easily he had done it, but he had no time to think. One of them kicked away the gun on the floor toward another guy.

The dog criminal made an obvious choice and hid his dagger, switching it for the pistol. Shadow had no way to prevent him from getting the weapon, especially when the last bear criminal attacked from behind with powerful punch. The priest thankfully avoided it in the last second, feeling only the gust of the air scratching his muzzle.

With one eye he kept glancing at the armed bandit, who was inexperienced with guns. However, that was turning him into a dangerous individual. Shadow made a few small backward jumps, dodging one punch after another. The bear criminal was probably an old boxer.

Shadow waited for him to jab before dashing under him. He grabbed his thick fur and lifted him in the air. The bear bandit was shocked somebody more than head smaller was able to uplift him. Not to mention his body was muscular, weighing a ton. The criminal had hardly any opportunity to ponder about it, not that his brain capacity was noteworthy.

Shadow put him over his body, sprinting toward the dog with a gun. The dog's jaw dropped when the big mass was tossed at him. He dropped the gun, turning to run away, but it was too late for him, and the big body landed on him. A loud thud filled the room.

The priest had to take a deeper breath, looking around. Two men, he slammed together, started to slowly stand up. He didn't waste a minute, with a few strides he closed the gap, knocking both down once more. He checked on everybody else, but there was nobody standing up. He wanted to sigh in relief, but he instead covered his mouth and clenched his stomach.

He could hear that voice. It was whispering. He shook his head, refusing to listen. When the voice didn't get a positive response with flattery, it switched to threats, to go back to sweet talking in the next seconds. It was demanding from him to feast on their warm meat and beating hearts. To let the fresh blood soak the ground. Shadow felt disgusted as his mouth started to water, and the thoughts of tasting the pure blood filled his mind.

The priest bit his lip, drawing his own blood, and he balled his fists. The voice refused to quiet down. 'Go away! Go away! The Lord is with me!' he screamed at that taunting voice. He abruptly shook his head, dashing from that place. He had to get on the air, clearing his head. He was also worried about Amy and Sonic.

And speaking of the girl, her father's carriage stopped in front of the hangar just a few minutes after the priest left. 'So it's this place.' Mr. Rose frowned, realizing it was a place used by his company to store big and long lasting supplies. He got out, bringing with him a suitcase full of the money. He didn't resort to trickery, knowing his daughter's life was in big danger. "I'll go, you stay here," he nodded at the driver and two guards who accompanied him.

The reddish hedgehog approached the building when someone wobbly stepped outside. He squinted, not believing his eyes at first, but it was true. "Beole!" he shouted at the wolf while getting closer. The guards, upon hearing their friend's name, walked closer but decided to keep a safe distance, having the order on their minds.

Mr. Rose stood next to the best man. "What happened to you?" He asked, eyeing his body. There was no visible wound, but his uniform was dirty.

The wolf lifted his head, his vision was blurry, but he recognized his employer. "I... I saw the kidnapper..." he murmured while holding the frame of the opening.

Mr. Rose's eyes widen, he almost barked his next question, but the harsh training and living in the business world stopped him. So he asked without raising his voice: "Where is he?" He helped his employee to stand up, using his own body as support, taking him to the carriage.

"I'm sorry... I don't know... I tried to save young lady... he took her away." The wolf Beole lowered his head.

"Do you know how he looked like?" Mr. Rose gestured to his guards, and they ran into the hangar, while the driver took Beole.

"He was... a priest... a black hedgehog," the wolf huffed as he sat down inside the carriage. He was rubbing his neck, his ears flattened.

Mr. Rose frown. He had great respect for priests and hearing one of them strayed from the path made him extremely angry. "You did well, now take a rest." He turned away, walking into the hangar, leaving the suitcase with the driver. Once there he immediately saw there had to be a huge fight. Unconscious men were laying everywhere, and his guards were checking on them.

They were careful to not destroy any evidence. Mr. Reagan Rose stopped next to a big bear. Under him was laying another body. He pondered for a bit. 'Was the bear tossed?' ran through his mind. He reckoned this bear might weight more than one ton. It seemed unreal, but their placement was suggesting it was true.

His eyes scanned the area when he noticed a laying book. He quickened his steps to get it from the ground. It was pierced by a slightly rusted dagger. His blood started to boil as this was Holy Book. Did it mean the kidnapper was really a priest, the representative of their Lord? Mr. Rose clenched his fist.

'If he will dare to hurt my daughter...!' He didn't dare to finish the sentence. When his men called him, he listened to their report before ordering them to call other guards. Those men were to be questioned by them, as he still intended to solve this without the police.