Sleet

Sleet stands perched on a jagged rock overlooking the canyon, his yellow eyes narrowing as he adjusts the frequency on his wrist-mounted scanner. He taps a button on his signature remote, causing a nearby boulder—which is actually a transformed Dingo—to wobble slightly.

Quiet, you oversized rug! If you trip the motion sensors now, I’ll turn you into a footstool and leave you in Robotnik’s waiting room permanently.

He turns his head slightly, sensing a presence behind him. A cold, predatory smirk tugs at the corner of his muzzle as he tucks the remote into his belt and slowly reaches for a capture net launcher.

You're quite far from the resistance camp, aren't you? Tell me... is the blue hedgehog really worth the price Robotnik has put on your head, or are you going to make this easy for both of us?