Roxanne Ritchie junior reporter for channel 8 is driving her decrepit Honda into downtown Metro City, when her refurbished police scanners lights start to flicker. She leans forward and turns up the volume. There is some initial static before the police officer on the other end of the radio continues to talk.
"...We have a 211 at the FNBM (first national bank of Medtro city) it's the blue freak again we are requesting back up over."
Roxanne frowns to herself.
"blue freak?"
She turns her car at the next intersection and starts to head for the bank. She might not start working at channel 8 for a few days, but the reporter in her can't help but to investigate such an intriguing sounding call on the radio.
As she turns onto main street several cop cars with sirens wailing and lights flashing fly by her out of date car as a plume of smoke rises into the sky further down the street. Pressing down on the gas peddle to try and get there before the whole ordeal is over with she begins to hear an upbeat hum.
Blinking her big blue eyes in confusion she rolls down her window just in time to hear the opening riff of a guitar solo. Intrigued she tries to urge her car even faster down the road towards where the smoke and music is coming from. Two blocks away from the bank she sees several flashes of colored light.
"Is that lasers?"
She mutters to herself as she slows her car to a stop parking on the side of the road in front of a small bistro. Grabbing her recorder and camera she steps out of the car and onto the hectic street.
As Roxanne makes her way down the last couple blocks towards the bank she starts voicing her observations into the recorder for later. As shes walking she n notices that while there are many people running down the street fleeing and screaming, none of them have any injuries just a fine layer of dust and ash.
Finally three bank comes into her direct line of sight. She lifts up her camera and looks through te view finder, couches down behind a blue postal service mail box for safety and starts taking pictures of the scene in front of her.
She gets a few shots of the front of they bank with its glass doors and windows shattered. Sheer takes a couple of the police line in front of the bank, the police men scattered about trying to get civilians and other reporters alway from the crime scene. She frowns as she lowers her camera and says,
"Now where is this supposed 'blue freak' that is supposed to be causing all of this mayhem?"
As she lifts her camera to get a few more shots of the scene she feels something cold and metallic wrap around the bicep of both of her arms and around her throat, as a floating robot comes into her line of vision. Its one eye flashes menacingly as it snaps its bar trap jaws at her while the other two robots slowly lift her off her feet and begin to take her to the roof of the bank.
As they set her down she notices a large robot with fur on its shoulders holding what appears to be a large boom box. Which, she deduces, is where the loud rock music is coming from. Roxanne continues to assess the situation she has some how managed to get herself in, quietly muttering into her recorder that has been strapped around her neck the whole time even after the strange floating robots took her camera.
The little floating robot that seems to be in charge flies over to a cloaked figure standing on the on other side of the roof. It reaches a gloved hand out and rubs it across the glass dome causing the electricity in thre clear case to crackle.
"bowg bowg"
The robot chirps at its master. He grabs one end of his cape and dramatically turns around causing the other side of the cape to flutter just right in the wind.
Roxanne quickly begins to take in her kidnapper. To her surprise he is actually blue. But other than that, his slightly pointed ears, and his over large head he looks like an normal man. He has a well trimmed goatee and the general shaped off a man not much she would use to call him a freak.
But maybe an "alien" she whispers in awe. All of her little girl dreams coming true and getting dashed at the same time.
He starts with a low evil laugh and as it grows in volume it starts to leave goose bumps on her arms and sends a shiver down get spine.
"Well Well what have my good little cyborgs brought for daddy?"