Chapter one: Under the gun.

It was a normal day in San-Fransokyo, Hiro was out of bed at his average time of 7.30, and by simply looking at his calendar, it was a saturday plus a bonus day off college. Good, thought Hiro. I've been working way too hard this week on my microbots improvement. Quickly Getting dressed, Hiro tapped the wake up button on Baymax's unit and stood back while the huggable figure inflated himself.

"Hello, Hiro." Greeted Baymax, waving his arm at smartly-dressed teen.

"Hey, Baymax." Said Hiro. "No school today, can you check the 'cast?" Hiro inquired, scrolling the news on his own cell.

"The Weather is now… sunny." Informed the robot. "Not a cloud or traffic jam to be seen."

"So no early morning car chases or anything?"

"Not within our region."

"Woah, no crime or class? Something's happening to this town." A pink article on Hiro's phone caught his eye. "Hey!" Hiro exclaimed. "The San-Fransokyo fair is starting today. Baymax, could you contact the rest of the team and tell them to meet us there? We could wait there until a robbery or something shows up."

"Friends contacted." Said Baymax.

"Super." Said Hiro. "We can just leave the suits here." And with a quick brofist on his brother's self-portrait, Hiro fled down the stairs and into the city.

"So now what?" Yawned Gogo, an expression of boredom across her face. "We've been on the coaster, eaten about a million-and-one crepes and spent five bucks in total on mini-games, what else is there to do?"

"Geez, we've only been here half-an-hour, how big is your attention span?" Hissed an annoyed Wasabi.

"Is there nothing yet, Hiro?" Asked Fred.

"Not even one bot fight." Said Hiro, shaking his head. "This is just weird."

"How about the arcade?" Requested Honey Lemon.

"We can go to the arcade anytime." Input Wasabi. "It's not even a fair thing."

"What have we got to lose?" Related Hiro, putting away his phone.

The bored team strolled dauntlessly into the brightly-lit building, as a unsuspected figure dashed past them and into the nearest alleyway, lifting a phone to his ear as he whispered; "The Raven has entered the nest."

"Gawd, so close!" wailed Hiro, bashing his replica gun on the floor.

"Hiro! You've just spent all your coins on one game for the past hour!" Pointed Gogo. "Won't you just give up already?"

"No-one's ever beaten Hero's duty before!" Bawled Hiro. "I was one step away! One step! Stupid cy-bugs!"

"Well you can't go on anymore." She said. "All you have is your eftpos left!"

"Meh. there's an ATM out the back." Said Hiro. "I'll be back in a minute."

The young teen ignored the older's rolling eyes as he walked out the arcade hall and into the blazing sun. The street was almost empty; another weird theory. I may as well just write these all down. Thought Hiro. It's not crime-fighting, but I guess solving a mystery would do. He entered the quickest way to the ATM the alleyway, remembering this was the first time he had gone alone since his brother had died. He plodded down the concrete trench, his eyes drooping, dealing up the lack of sleep from the past week, when a hand dragged him from behind, pulling him into the wall, whilst another hand flew to his mouth. Hiro's hands sped to his captors arms, trying desperately to pull them away so he could scream, when a click next to his ear and the cold feeling of a steel barrel against his skull startled him.

"Listen up, kid. One sound from you and I'll blow your over-sized brain right out of it's shell. Understand?" A cold, rasping voice whispered. Hiro quickly nodded his head in approval. He glanced sideways quickly enough to see an old van back down the alleyway, stopping a meter away for the passenger to get out, open the back door and have his captor throw Hiro in, where he would never see the gang again for at least 20 minutes.