Tom hopped in and floored it, sirens bazing - the first time he'd ever had an excuse to drive like that as a Green Hills police officer. Within miments, they were approaching a smoldering crater in the town square. Robotnik's egg-pog had come to rest just above the familiar outline of a spiky blue hedgehog.
"Do you trust me?" Tom asked.
"Always," said Maddie.
"Then brace yourself."
Tom launched the cruiser over a curb and brought it into a head-on collision with the egg-pod. The two vehicles clanged off each other with a scrunch, and Robotnik flew from his pilot's seat and onto the ground. The airbag hit Tom square in the face, but he shook it off and checked to find Maddie, unhurt but squeezing the cruiser's cage divider for dear life.
"Now I know what it feels like to be in a cat carrier," she said. "This is professional development, really."
"Stay there and stay safe," Tom said, and jumped out of the crumpled driver's seat toward the action.
"Wachowski!" Robotnik growled as he pulled himself up. From the wreckage of the egg-pod, strands of blue lightning were still clinging to his warped face. "Who do you think you are, you simpleton!"

- Chapter 15