We immediately hear the two arguing about who does what and what goes where. How do they expect to get work done if they bicker?

"Tails, I'm in charge here, and you have to do what I say!" Wave yells.

"Look, if we keep this up, nothing gets done!" Tails argues.

They go back and forth for quite a while. This irritates me somewhat.

"SILENCE!" I command, and everyone falls silent. "Now, how do you expect to work if you two bicker all the time? Nothing is getting done, as you can see."

They say nothing, just look awkwardly at each other.

"Come on, guys. You have to stop," Silver adds. "Like Astral said, you're not getting anything done."

"Yeah, I know, but Wave won't cooperate," Tails says.

"Yeah, well this little shrimp has no right to boss me around," Wave counters.

"That's why we're here," Silver says. "We don't want you two to disagree too much."

With that, we work with Wave and Tails. They argue somewhat, but it is nothing that we cannot handle. By the time they find out, they have come to a somewhat mutual state. All of us go to the rest and make the report.

"We found out what they're made of," Tails reports. "Some kind of alien substance."

"We have some of that stuff here." Wave holds up a plastic bag with something black in it.

Black Mist floats up to it, and he studies it. His expression darkens. "What. The. Fuck. Is. THIS!" he explodes, grabbing the bag tightly almost to the point of ripping it with his claws. "This is the exact thing I'm made of! What the fuck is it doing in those pieces of shit!?"

I go over and I too realize that is has the same dark feeling I get when I am close to the Number. "How is this possible?" I ask myself. "Did Eggman somehow get this when you were asleep?"

"If that's the case, I'll beat him to a bloody pulp!" Black Mist throws the bag to the ground and crosses his arms, offended that Eggman took advantage of the fact he was not awake.

Amy picks up the bag. "It's so cold," she comments. "It even feels evil."

"I suppose that is why the Dark Magician was able to take down the robots," I muse.

Black Mist turns his back to us, seething. "That fat bastard. Now it's gotten personal."

"We had better give him space," I mutter. "There is no telling what he will do to get revenge."

Black Mist storms off into Shadow's house and slams the door.