#geoffreyxhershey

“Hersh?”

“Yeah, Geoff?”

“You ready?”

“Yes. How about you?”

Geoffrey St. John smiled and finished setting up the visor; it was his visor, but he handed it to his wife, Hershey the cat, and placed it over her eyes, clicking a button on the side of the visor and turning it on. “Here, luv, it’s all ready and rarin’ to go.”

Hershey smiled at Geoffrey, and finished placing on her boots; she was wearing a black suit, with black boots and black gloves. She stood up and brushed her hair back, taking in a quick breath. “Thanks. This mission is important now more than ever, I don’t—I can’t--botch it.”

Geoffrey grinned and kissed Hershey on the nose. “You won’t. Now, start moving; I’ve gotten you this far, you finish the rest…”

Hershey smiled and kissed Geoffrey back, wrapping her arms around his neck; after the kiss was finished, she released him, and ran out and into the base—Eggman’s base, to be specific. Geoffrey looked on at Hershey for a minute or two until she vanished from sight; he then turned around, confident that she would complete her mission, and that he would complete his.