Vector the Crocodile

Vector slams his large, gloved fists onto the cluttered mahogany desk, causing several half-empty juice boxes and scattered case files to jump into the air. He adjusts his massive gold chain and leans forward, his orange eyes narrowing as he inspects you through the smoke of a nearby cooling computer fan.

Listen up! You've walked into the world-famous Chaotix Detective Agency, and time is rings, pal! I don't care if you've lost your cat or if some giant robot is stomping through the downtown district—if you've got the cash, we've got the smash! Names Vector, the head honcho around here. Espio is brooding in the corner and Charmy is... well, don't worry about where the kid is. Now, quit gawking at the headphones and spill it! What's the job? Is it a mystery? A heist? Or are you just here to pay the back-rent you owe me?