(Note from the author: The events of The Hunt for Atlas parallel Megaman. I suggest if you haven't read the Megaman series that you do so first, to prevent possible spoilers. Enjoy!)

Chapter 1

Chesapeake, Virginia- Former home of The Wraiths

Scott paced behind his sister, as she watched the holofeeds intently. The fat, balding man, named Maglia, screamed in agony as Scott pushed his fingers backwards. "Try and not focus on the torture bit too much." He said to Tracy, who seemed completely unaffected. "What's important is what's coming up."

"Scott," she replied quietly, not looking back.

"Yeah?" He responded.

"Shut up, please." Tracy said, watching the holo closely.

He gave a thumbs up, and went back to pacing Vapor's old workspace.

"I've already told you," Maglia said, catching his breath, "the Atlas is the key to everything. No one stands a chance against the machines as long as Wily keeps it hidden."

"So we get to Wily, force him to shut the machines down." Holo Scott stated.

Maglia chuckled, "One problem protects the other, you imbecile. You can't get the Atlas without getting Wily, and you can't get to Wily as long as he can use the Atlas. You're only hope is that one of his officers get their hands on it, and even then it'll just be a new, stronger adversary." Maglia grinned, shaking his head slowly at Scott. "No matter what you do, Bonne, your little gang of misfits is destined to fail. Give up, enjoy what little walks of living you all have left."

Holo Scott scratched his chin, without acknowledging Maglia's taunts, "What would happen if an android got a hold of the card?" He asked simply.

Maglia's smile dropped, "It's irrelevant. Not something you should concern yourself with."

Scott walked slowly toward the man, "I will decide my levels of concern. You however still have one good walking ankle."

Maglia recoiled quickly as Scott reached for his leg, "Fine, alright!" He said in submission. "I was with Wily when he discovered a fatal and irreparable flaw with the Atlas. Being the ultimate power source of all artificial intelligence, if a being with a high enough amount of the intelligence portion were to install the card's contents into his own core, it would be capable of almost anything." He wiped the sweat from his brow, "We're talking God-level powers, Bonne. Trust me, that is the last thing you want."

Tracy clicked the holo away, turning around to face her brother. She whispered. "I should have looked at this first." She said, putting her head in her palms. "I just handed it over to him."

Scott walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "Listen, Tron. Light may have turned out to be an enormous asshole, but I must have had a good reason to trust him." He told her.

She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, "I wish like hell you had told me." She replied. "Either way, we need to find a way out of the country."

Scott straightened up, taken back a little, "'Out of the country'?" He asked. "Tron, imagine what we could do with this card. Before, we thought it would just turn off Wily's machines. But now..." He pointed to the holo display, "We can control them, lead them, become the nation's saviors. Shit Tron, we could save the fucking world."

Tracy chuckled, "I can't believe it, as hard as I worked on your programming, you are still an idiot." She stood up, "The entire military was wiped out, The Wraiths were wiped out, you even couldn't get to Wily and that was with Light's resources and troops. But now all of the sudden, alone and broken, the Bonnes are gonna get it done?" She laughed, "We don't even have a fucking car, Scott."

Scott grinned at her, "Nah. We don't." He said.

The hangar doors opened slowly, creaking loudly. Standing in front of the colossal freighter always made Tracy feel like an insect. She looked on in wonder, forgetting it's beauty over the years. "Scott," she said quietly, "you know it doesn't work, right?"

Rush barked, looking up at her, Scott smiled, "I think he knows what I'm about to say."

She shook her head, "You realize how long this will take to fix? Even if I could get all of my servbots here to help, we're talking a year, maybe more." She sighed, "I didn't tell you but after The White House incident, Wily executed Dr. Light's son."

Scott recoiled, "What?! He killed Alex?!"

She remained calm, "I think it get's worse Scott. Light went recluse, rumors were spreading that he was constructing another android, to get revenge. If we intend to get to Wily, we need to get this ship fixed before Light finishes his project."

Scott looked back at her, calmly, "Then the first thing we need to do is get your things from Light Tower, quickly."

Boston, Massachusetts- One Month Later

One thing being a part of The Wraiths had taught them, was invisibility. Not in the literal sense, but by way of action. Tracy walked down the block, a black slicker protecting her from the torrential rain storm. She had been staying on the outskirts of town, waiting for the hurricane to hit land, for a week. She kept her head down, as she passed Light Tower, continuing north.

The storm made pushing the wood chips and mud a lot easier. Tracy crouched low behind the shrubbery of the Faneuil Hall, digging up the emergency hatch. She pulled a small device from her jacket, activating it. The holo scrolled and shifted for a few seconds, before the door slid back. Tracy descended the stairwell, removing the large bag from under her wet poncho. She pulled Robbie out, brushing the dust off of his head. "Alright kiddo, go do what you do." She told him, giving him a pat on the head before he went running up the long underground corridor.

She walked the tunnel, looking at the intricate structuring, admiring the work that had gone into making the escape route. She stopped a few yards from the door leading into Light Tower's lobby, looking at Robbie's holodisplay, he was in the main hall, shuffling along unnoticed. "Alright, stop there little man." She said, before keying into their security systems.

The "State of Disaster" alert blared over the systems, urging everyone to evacuate immediately. She watched on Robbie's holo, as the mass of people crowded through. Tracy approached the door, slipping into the crowd, and following them outside into the rain. She used her wrist contraption to have her servbots file into the corridor during the chaos, evacuating back to Faneuil Hall.

There were murmurs of hundreds of people in large rain ponchos, standing on the sidewalks. The confusion was spreading, quickly, but Tracy just kept her head down, waiting for the "False Alarm" announcement. When the voice rang out, the herd filed back inside. Tracy eyed the door in the back corner, making sure it was closed and sealed. She navigated the building, being sure not to turn towards the cameras, until she made her way to the elevator.

When she reached the top floor, she activated a feed disruption as she quickly made her way to her lab. Tracy pulled the small black box from her pack, sprung up its menu and looped her lab's cameras. "Scott, you in place?" She commed.

Scott sat in a massive, stolen, Toys 'R' Us truck, behind Faneuil Hall, watching hundreds upon hundreds of servbots pile into the back. "Yeah, I'm here. How many of these damn things did you make?" He asked.

"Lost count." Tracy replied, as she began filling crates with her supplies. "I'm packing up, now. Go ahead and set up the retrieval line."

"Already on it." Scott responded, mounting the large, reinforced pole to the concrete. "Is the beacon in place?" He asked.

Tracy opened the large viewport, leaning out into the night and stuck a flat, clear sticker-like flimsy on the building, above the window. "Done" she said.

Scott reached up, pressing a red key at the top of the shaft. A thick, steel cable shot out the tip, soaring off into the night at high speeds, like an airborne viper on the hunt. "Comin' in hot, Tron." He stated.

Tracy started attaching the hooks to the boxes, as the cable slapped into the concrete wall outside. The crates went for a ride, while she made her way back across the empty lab. She had grown to despise this place, since she had found out she was being used all these years. Now it's my turn. She thought, as she crouched down, pulling up the holo menu on the frequency transmitter box. After a few minutes of programming, she encrypted the lab's door, hacked into Light Tower's confidential database, and checked her e-mail. "Alright, Tron. That's everything, we need to go now." Scott said, in her ear.

"On my way." She said calmly, looking around at the empty room. She wouldn't admit it, but she actually missed working here. She shook the feeling, approaching the window and riding the zipline to her brother, three blocks away.

Scott caught her around the waist as she came down the line, stopping her. "Did you get my shoes?" He asked smiling.

Tracy unhooked her harness quietly, then looked into his face, seriously. "When we get The Phantom up and running, we go after Wily. I've made up my mind."

Scoot turned his head, "What happened to survival? Escaping?"

She shook her head, "Looking at those people, tonight. They don't deserve to live like this because of an asshole who was born smart." She looked back to the tower, "And we can't allow him to repeat that cycle." She smiled at her brother, "It's about time the little guy gets the win, Scott. Now let's get our asses back to Virginia."

Scott nodded, grinning as they got into the truck, "Fuckin' 'A'." He said simply.