.:she huffed:.
(wait did he fall down the trap door?)

Willis answered it,
a loud voice screeched through the other side,
"WHERE IS THAT FOOL JENNA!WILLIS GIVE ME A STATUS REPORT AND HUNT HER DOWN!
I WANT YOU BOTH TO RETURN IMMEDIATELY!"
Willis winced,
"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am,
but our chopper is in pieces and the plane won't work."
The voice erupted again,
"ARRRRGH! FINE, I'LL SEND OVER A TRANSPORT."
Willis spoke up again.
"N-no you don't have to ma'am."
The voice sneered,
"I WILL, THERE'S SOMEONE INTERESTED IN SEEING YOU. LOUISE OUT!"
The call ended.
Willis slumped against a tree.
"..."

(Uhh.... yes....?)

Knuckles whirled around at the sound. "Come out and fight me you coward!" He shouted into darkness.

A parrot landed nearby. "Rough life, huh?" It asked.

(oh ok sorry had to confirm)

.:The trap doors closed, lights come on, two directions, forward and back, which way do you go?:.

Willis looked up.
"Yeah..."
He said stuffing the phone thingy back into his pocket.

' 'You needed something fixed?' ' .:a fox characters appeared from behind a tree, holding a screw driver in her hand:. ' 'I could help.' '

"Ahh!"
Willis jumped back at the sudden appearance of the fox,
"No, the plane is just a rubble pile by now, so is the chopper,
they both left quite a crater."

.:she put the item away, and got off from leaning on the tree:. ' 'I got my own plane if you need.' '

Now Knuckles actually had quite a few choices. Follow the halls, bust out, hunt down the offender. He chose the latter. The sounds were coming from behind, so that's where he went.