Knuckles was driving his brand new truck, well, it was brand new to him. Tom had said he could have it since he no longer drove to work, and preferred to walk. Knuckles tapped his fingers on the steering wheeling, to his displeasure he was forced to wear tactical fingerless gloves instead of his normal boxer gloves. He understands why, cause of the safety precautions, but non the less he didn't enjoy it.

He was at a red light when he got a message from his friend, they were much younger than him, he was 17, they were what, 12? He had met them while working at the local construction site, their father also worked there so he got to talk to her a lot... Their father was mean but he was told not to say anything about it.

He answered it in an annoyed and amused tone

"Greetings, young warrior. State your status."