Zonic pressed himself to the side of the cover he was using.
The emerald orbs flicking about for any sign of movement as the blue ears swerved for sounds. Earlier that day, a convict that escaped weeks prior had been spotted in the warehouse district. Unable to use the warp ring in his jacket, as it was replaced by a normal cash ring instead.
Zonic lightly felt the circle impression in his pocket before a trained breath left him. He couldn't leave it with the warden. Knowing him, he’d use it to weaponize a monstrosity to bring his own version of “justice” all throughout the zones.
Directing his attention back to his task, the blue hedgehog moved upwards slightly to gaze over the box he was behind.
His drooped blue quills kept in check by the helmet he wore with a safety visor over his eyes.
A voice was coming from the office of the warehouse.
Swiftly and silently, he shot towards a pile of lumber to the right. His green boots making no sound as he shifted behind it.