Our Lives as Teenage Robots

A My Life as a Teenage Robot Fan-fiction by Bobby E

Act 1, Episode 2: Errands and Promises

After he leaves a voice message for his girlfriend, Mike drives on interstate 81 in the cool night out of the town of Tremorton in Highland county, to stay with his girlfriend at her apartment in Reston Town Center, so he could hideout as he spends his time wiping out the Leone Cartel and their grip on the BosWash for good. While he was driving, he turned on the radio to listen to some electronic music, the song 'Miami' by Jasper Byrne was playing. He noticed he accidentally left the giant mallet he digitally replicated and used to turn Lenny's entire body into red paste back at Mezmer's. "Aw dammit!" he said to himself. He sighs and tries to think positive, "Okay, no big deal." he said. "It's not like they'll notice it was me, and the tracker was destroyed." He realizes if he goes back to get the mallet, he could get caught, and they'll find out who he is. Reston Town Center is basically made up of bright, thirty and forty story apartment and office buildings, with a large shopping center below them, and a fifty story hotel just three blocks down. He went to his girlfriend's apartment building called "The Cosmopolitan," and took the elevator to their apartment on the 24th floor, apartment number 24-G. Once he got there, before he tries to unlock the door, he notices an odd but strong odor from her apartment. Mike unlocks the door and discovers that something was burning inside the microwave. There was a lot of smoke coming out of it's door. He goes to the kitchen and opens the microwave, then uses the extinguisher from within his wrist to put the burning plastic out. Frustrated that he may have to replace the microwave, Mike begins to scan her two bedroom apartment when suddenly his girlfriend pops out of the bathroom to his left with a shocked look on her face, realizing she had to follow one instruction listed on the package of 'Fumi's Ramen.' "Aurora?" he called her.

Aurora is a blue skinned, humanoid alien from Europa, one of Jupiter's many moons. She and the rest of her people, Europians, had lived in an unknown underwater kingdom below the ice where they all lived in peace and harmony. Then after an interstellar war between the United Nations of Earth and the Cluster Empire, everything changed on March 3rd, 2052 when the UNE conquered what was left of the Europian kingdoms. She doesn't know who her real parents were, but she grew up as an orphan in Morgantown with a pair of legs unlike the rest of her species who were basically merpeople, West Virginia for thirteen years until she ran away to Northern Virginia because she was tired of being bullied by the children from the orphanage just for being an extra terrestrial. When she arrived to Old town Herndon, she had to become a prostitute for awhile, eventually being pressured into being one for Edward Leone's prostitution ring in Northern Virginia until famous baptist priest, Thomas King, helped her back on her feet and stop working for the crime family.

"Oh shit I forgot to add water!" she shouts as she rushes to the kitchen, pinching her nose to spare herself of the awful smell, while cursing under her breath. Mike grabs her by the shoulders "Hey it's okay, I'll buy you a new microwave." he said to her. "What happened there babe?" she asked him. "I heard you got into a fight with that robo girl and Skyway patrol during the robbery." "Yeah, I'm the only one that was left of the crew when Edward's goons showed up at our hideout, all the money we looted is gone, and Ferris is dead." he told her, as he sat on the couch to relax after a long day, even if it was just for a short five minutes. "Ferris is dead?" she asked, stunned in disbelief. "Wow, just wow." "He was one of the toughest guys you and I know, he was even a made man." "How could he even die?" Mike then told her, "I rather not get into the details." "I was hit by an EMP grenade blast pretty bad, I couldn't move, then that XJ9 unit popped out of nowhere and got me out of what was left of the hideout." "Why was she there?" Aurora asked him. "She asked me a couple of questions about the robbery, I didn't give her any important info, I managed to slip away." he told her. He turns on the TV to see what's on the local news channel, NBC news on channel four, to see if he's going to be mentioned. Before Aurora asks Mike Watts another question, they both watch the following breaking news on the TV screen. "Breaking news as a fire breaks out in Old Town Herndon's tallest building, an abandoned thirty story tall apartment building that still towers over the rest of the town, and two suspects were seen fleeing from the scene by air." the news anchor said live on the air. "We're live on the scene as we go to Lauren." he went on. As they watch the news, Mike notices that Aurora got off work earlier today by looking at the time, "9:30 PM," the DVR below the TV set displayed. He asks her while looking her in the eye "Why are you here early?" "You usually stay at work almost all night long till midnight." She answered, "There are some men with guns who've taken over the club, they were looking for me and were demanding people where I was." "Do you know why?" Mike asked. "I guess Edward had hired goons to try to kill me too after you've robbed the TNB." He stands up and tells her, "That just gives me even more of a reason to slit his throat." "Do you think he believes that you have something to do with it?" he asks her. "I don't know." Aurora answered. Mike begins to walk to the front door and says "Well either way, I'm going to take care of this." "Your boss and coworkers don't know your address right?" Aurora wondered took a deep breath and answered "No, I never told anyone my address at the Bikini Bottom expect my manager." she then asked "Why do you ask?" "Because they could be asking people about it right now, trying everything in order to find out, including torture." he told her as he reached the door. "Oh, and in case you don't have a firearm to defend yourself when I'm gone, here's one for you." He then replicated a semi-automatic, double barrel shotgun, and a shotgun bandolier for Aurora. The shotgun was a Metal Storm Boomstick, it uses two, front-loading eight-shot preloaded barrels as magazines, complete with a wooden stock and grip. "You know how to use it babe?" he asked. "Of course I do." "Don't you remember when I turned twenty one by earth years, and we went to Ferris' underground shooting range in Ashburn?" Aurora asked her robotic boyfriend. "Oh yeah, I remember that now, anyway I have bad guys to kill." Mike Watts leaves his girlfriend's apartment and locks the door as soon as he leaves.

Mike eventually makes it to the Bikini Bottom at Tysons Corner. The strip club was underground, connected with the subway station like many of the shops which includes fast food joints, gift shops, convenience stores, book stores, and clothing stores. It was like a little shopping mall. When he got out of the car he stole and went into his nearest subway entrance down the stairs, he went past a poster advertising his girlfriend's workplace. The poster's colors were red, pink and white, and it featured a pink silhouette of a topless woman behind a red background. She was holding her bikini bottom with one hand, and a paddle in the other hand with her arms crossed covering her chest. And it said with white, bold letters "Booze, gambling, naked women, and pleasure bots; all at the Bikini Bottom!" Northern Virginia's two story, underground metro stations are connected to the DC metro, which also connected to other underground subways all across the BosWash. Before he was about to go inside the club, he saw that there are already police were already at the scene, while he was hiding behind a wall. He knew the BosWash's metro pretty well, including it's other tunnels that are connected to the sewers that he used when he was smuggling illegal goods across the megalopolis of the east coast for Edward Leone. Mike noticed there was door besides him that connected to various establishments through a hallway, including the Bikini Bottom. He opened the door when people were rushing to the scene, replicated himself a suppressed machine pistol, turned himself invisible and went inside. As soon he opens the door, he sees two armed men with lever action laser rifles and balaclava masks on, guarding the back door to the Bikini Bottom, walking down the hallway towards the door. The teenage robot proceeds to shoot them on the spot before they get a chance to react, one of them loses an arm in the process, the other gets shot through the neck, gurgling blood as he falls down on the floor. He sprints to the backdoor with the gun still in his right hand, he thinks whether how he was going to do this, he decided to use stealth, or at least try to. He deployed an MI1 Spy-fly drone from his chest to scan the entire club so he could see where all the bad guys are. It was as small as a housefly, the tiny drone had it's own minuscule wings, antenna, camera, and microphone. The drone crawled underneath the backdoor and flew around the place, its scanning the club for hostiles, all of them were twelve men in body armor, wearing ski masks, and carrying automatic rifles and semi-automatic shotguns. It's camera feed came up on Mike's HUD as a small screen to the bottom, far right. He saw that the man giving the thugs orders with a handheld radio was in the manager's room, looking for something in the file cabinets. The Hispanic man talking on the radio was wearing white suit and he was holding a folder of files. He shoots the back door's lock, and slowly opens the back door. As Mike gets inside in the Bikini Bottom, in it's back rooms, where the private rooms, the kitchen and lobby, the manager's office, the dressing room, and the staff bathrooms are. He found himself in the kitchen and the lobby, there were three armed men that were playing cards around the lobby table, and were arguing of what do with the hostages in the dressing rooms. They had noticed that the lock on the door was destroyed and that something kicked it in, in response they shot their pistols at a wall, at point blank range. They ended up hitting Mike Watts instead as the bullets ricocheted off of his body since he has regenerating shields and extremely durable and strong armor. Mike thought to himself, "screw it," turns off his active camouflage and uses all of the remaining rounds in his magazine on all of three of them, splattering blood and bits of brains all over the kitchen cabinets, fridge, and microwave. As he was reloading, an armed thug runs out of the bathroom just a few feet away from him on his left, to see what the hell just happened, and Mike loads his gun with a new magazine he replicated, and shot him in the throat, hitting an artery. When Mike runs through the hallway to the manager's room, one of the thugs playing cards crawls to reach the fire alarm, hoping to give the rest of the gunmen a clue what's happening, he pulls it before collapsing and coughing blood. It alerts both the gunmen and police, causing a shootout between the cops and the remaining eight gunmen.

From the Spy-fly's camera feed in his HUD, at least six gunmen are in the general admission taking cover behind the bar and counters from police shooting at them, while one was guarding the manager's room up in the second floor. When Mike was sprinting up the stairs, one gunman lunged at him from the above with a knife, but Mike grabbed him while he was in the air, threw him against one of the treads, and smashed his face in with one single curb stomp like a pumpkin. When he was on the landing that connected the first and second floors, one of the guards was pulling out his gun from his jacket. Mike took the dead guard's knife by using a tractor beam from inside his hands, and unleashes an energy blast, launching the knife inside of the thug's mouth before he could fire a single shot, like he was using telekinesis. The robotic killing machine went up the stairs and threw him off the handrails. Mike finally reached the manager's office and kicked in the door. Once he saw he saw the manager hiding in the corner to his right with a golf club in hands, he shoot him with at least four rounds in the stomach with his Mac 11, Mike didn't actually count how many rounds he fired at him. The man in the suit with the radio collapsed to ground, with his legs on the floor and his torso, arms, and head against the wall, covering it with his blood. He put his gun on his one of his thighs, and it stuck to it like a magnet. "Okay, now tell me sir.." Mike said to the man as he walks towards him, he then asks "who sent you here?" He spits his blood at Mike and shouts "FUCK YOU, YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS!" The robot only got upset, he was messing with the bull. Mike then opened one of the palms of his hands from a clenched fist, and the bullets that were still inside of him were pushing deeper into his flesh, further penetrating his organs. Mike covered the man's mouth as he screaming in pain, he him the same question again "Who, sent, you, here?" It only took a brief fifteen seconds for Mike to lose his patience, as the man didn't answer his question. During those few seconds, the killing machine had paused for a moment to scan his surroundings to find some way to make him talk, while listening to the deafening gunfire from outside. He then grabbed an empty beer bottle he found on the floor, and smashed it against one of the edges of the steel desk. "TELL ME OR I'LL SHOVE THIS BROKEN BEER BOTTLE UP YOUR ASS AFTER I BREAK ALL OF YOUR ARMS AND LEGS!" he shouted at him. Before he could answer, a phone was ringing inside the suit's pocket, Mike saw where it was glowing. He scanned the man's brown eyes, pulled out the phone, and picked up the call. "Clarence what the hell is going?" the caller was yelling. "What's taking so long to find out about this whore?" he continued. Mike recognized the caller's voice, and as he went to the desk to find the folder Clarence was holding. The folders on the desk contained information of the following strippers and staff: Star Mae Butterfly, Crystal Blue, Tammy Lee, Josefina Lopez, Brandy Thompson, "the kowgirl krab," but none for Aurora's. "Hello?" "Hello?" the caller said on the phone. Mike hung up and put inside one the pockets his utility belt, which is from within his body. He walked back to Clarence, crouched down, put the Mac 11's suppressor in Clarence's mouth, and then said, "Thank you Clarence, that's all I needed to know, I'll let Mr. Leone know that I will soon send him my regards." Mike then blows the man's brains out all over the wall. He quickly ripped Clarence's cloths off so he could put them on, the dead man's suit fit could barely fit him, but the pants on top with the belt did fit him, slightly. He found the folder about Aurora's information from inside one of the jacket's pockets. Before he decided to leave, he noticed that he forgot one thing left to do. Mike then removed Clarence's shit stained boxers, and proceeded to thrust that broken beer bottle up the carcass's rectum, and then he left the room as if the room was on fire.

Mike took the folder with him as he sprinted down the stairs and turned on his C11 hologram, in disguise as the guy he just killed. Mike said to himself, "Buggy on me." The Spy-fly flew back on his chest. He figured that the cops were about to flank the gunmen through the backdoor at any second, so he went to the men's restroom where a usually large air vent was, which happened to be connected to the sewer below the metro. He unscrewed the vent and he began to crawl through while turning on his night vision, getting the hell out of there. He felt squeezed in, and claustrophobic while crawling twenty five yards through the tight air vent. Out of nowhere, the air duct collapsed due to Mike being eight hundred pounds. He fell down straight into a pool of urine and fecal matter, finding himself in Fairfax County's mainline sewer. Mike swam out of the pool by reaching a ledge, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids, looking at the cloths he's wearing in disgust. He gets a call on his portable radio from Craig Harris and picks up the call. "Yes Craig?" he asked in his normal voice. "Mike, what's going on?" Craig responded. "What do you mean man?" he wondered. "Where are you planning this revenge plan with us again?" Craig asked. "I heard from Aurora that you were going to invite me and our associates over to her apartment." "So which is it?" Craig asked. "Oh, that." Mike realizes the mistake he made. "I think there might be something wrong with my components or something." he said to his best friend. "Tell Aurora that I'll be meeting with you and our associates and friends at your apartment tomorrow afternoon." He told Craig. "Roger, where are you by the way?" "I'm in the middle of Fairfax County's sewer, I had to do something tonight for Aurora, I'll tell you when we meet." Mike told him. "Do you want some help how to get out of there?" he questioned him. "I can hack the cameras there and guide you out of there, I bet it smells like outhouse central or Jaipur." the talented computer hacker added. "Yes please, I'm going to need it, because I smell like liquid, baby elephant dung." he answered. "Will do, I'll get on my computer." Craig told his robot friend. Craig then looked up sanitation facilities in Fairfax County, Virginia to see if there's a way to hack their cameras on his desktop computer.

Fifteen Hours Later

It was a sunny afternoon at Tremorton High. Jenny, Brad, and Sheldon are almost done with their world history 2 class. They were learning about the events leading up to the third world war which lasted from November 11th, 2023 to March 2nd, 2031. It was between members of the Allies lead by the United States under presidents Donald Trump (2016-2024) and then Nikki Haley (2024-2032), (which included NATO members, former members of what used to be the EU, the OAS, ASEAN, ANZUS, Israel, South Korea and Japan), versus the Eurasian Order lead by National Bolshevist and former KGB agent Dmitri Voronin (Nazbol Russia, China, India and Pakistan until they left the EUR in 2026 after they found out the truth about Nazbol Russia's and China's activities in Central Asia after they invaded the region, North Korea, Iran, and the Arab League until they also found out about who they were siding with) that took place in Eastern Europe, the Middle East, Southeast Asia, the Indian and Pacific oceans, and the Far East. It first started with the fall of the European Union due the European Spring (2016-2022), when the UK left the EU in 2016, rejoined the EU in 2018 but then left in 2019. This later leads to a rise of Euroscepticism the following years, Italy later left in late 2018, then Greece, Hungary, Poland, Austria, Spain, and so forth. Eventually in August of 2022, Angela Merkel had no choice but to disband it due to the rest of Europe's unwillingness to follow the rules from Brussels anymore. The second event that lead to up to the third world war to some degree was how President Donald Trump kept being soft to Russia's prime minister Vladimir Putin, right up until June 7th of 2021 when Putin passed away due to a heart stroke, and when someone even worse took Putin's place. Trump's diplomacy with Putin's Russia had only halted a third world war with Russia, as Hillary Clinton wanted to take a step further by planning to establish a no-fly zone in Syria during it's civil war (2011-2019) when Russia started to intervene, which would result in shooting down Russian fighter jets. The third event that lead to world war three was that the United Nations had been disbanded in October 23rd, 2020, three months after the United States left on July 4th of that year, because of how ineffective it has and how corrupt it is, like how nine of the countries in it's human rights council were violators of human rights themselves, and other many examples. And soon many countries, mainly western countries, like the UK, France, Germany, Italy, Poland, Israel, Spain, Greece, Japan, South Korea, and many others began to follow suit in just one month. Then in the next two months, over half of the third world countries began to leave too like South Africa, Haiti, Nepal, Cuba, Vietnam, Brazil, and Mexico. Their reason why in their words, "would follow the free world's example." And finally, with Russia and China remaining as the two remaining countries with permanent seats decided to disband the United Nations completely, after seeing that a majority of it's member-states had withdrawn.

The fourth and final and most important reason why is because of Dmitri Voronin. Once he took over Russia through a violent coup d'état by seizing control of Russia's Federal Assembly and the Kremlin in Moscow on June 25th, 2021, with the help of his connections with high ranking commanders of the Russian military who were sympathetic to his cause. As soon as Dmitri Voronin took over, he declared himself as "The Tsar of Tsars," and had two hundred thousand Russian troops at the borders of the following countries: Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Belarus, Ukraine, Georgia, Azerbaijan, and Kazakhstan. He also outlawed all political parties and brought back the National Bolshevist party, making it the only political party in power, he even had people like Alexander Dugin and Eduard Limonov as one of his top advisers. Trump tried to get along with the self proclaimed "Tsar of Tsars" like he did with Putin during his final years in office, but he said that Dmitri just couldn't be reasoned with, he even labeled the Russian dictator as the most dangerous man in modern human history in his last union address before he left office. Later after he served his two terms, he then admitted that he preferred his old life than being America's commander and chief in an interview with Tucker Carlson on Fox News. The 45th president of the United States never got along with him. After the UN was disbanded, Dmitri Voronin, Xi Jinping of China, and Narendra Modi formed the EO (Eurasian Order) one year before WW3 started. Then on November 11th of 2023, EMP blasts happened across Russia's neighboring countries except Mongolia, and Dmitri Voronin had launched blitzkrieg like invasions of those countries immediately after the blasts. Xi and Modi planned to leave the EO after Nazbol Russia's acts of aggression, but Voronin had both of them killed and replaced with leaders that would join the EO's expansionist campaign in Asia and Europe. As a result, the most polarizing US president in American history declared war on Nazbol Russia for invading and occupying NATO members Estonia and Latvia. Eventually the Allies won the war in March 2nd, 2031 during the battle of Taiwan, after the Allies defeated Nazbol Russia during the battle of Leningrad on Christmas eve when Dmitri Voronin was killed in action by US Marines in a firefight. Fearing that Nikki Haley would have Chinese cities being nuked, without a sustainable navy and with EMP blasts crippling Chinese power stations nationwide, Chinese president at the time, Lei Kaewng surrendered on that day, and had disbanded the Eurasian Order a week later. Thus, Russia and China had to pay at least five trillion dollars to the Allies and anyone who was affected by the war, and the Allies began to rebuild the earth.

"Okay class." said Mr. Smelhaus with his thick German accent. "Before we go into the course of world war three, who can tell me what battle was the turning point on the European front and during the war in general?" Twelve of the twenty six students in the classroom raised their hands. "Yes Jamilah?" The brown skinned girl then answered with confidence, "The battle of Berlin, August 1st, 2027 to March 5th, 2028." "Correct Jamilah, Allied forces had successfully defended Berlin from the Nazbols, after being forced to retreat from Poland, Vienna in Austria, Prague in the Czech Republic, Slovenia, the Adriatic and Ionian seas." said Mr. Smelhaus. "One more question boys and girls." "Were nukes ever used during the war?" Fifteen of the twenty six students then raised their hands. The teacher saw that Jeremy was raising his hand, Jeremy had a big and spiky teal mohawk haircut, he was wearing an old, sleeveless t-shirt that has Tommy Robinson, a very controversial British activist back in the early twenty first century. Overall Jeremy looked and dressed like someone from a Mad Max movie. "No no, no Jeremy." he said to him. "You've caused enough trouble in my class." He looked to see who else had their hands up. "Is it true or not, Demond?" he asked him. Demond was trying to come up with an answer, he forgot what his answer was going to be, since he was in the middle of writing his notebook, then again he didn't know why he had his hand up to begin with. He was wearing gray khakis, a tiny, tan pork pie hat, an olive green jacket, with a white collared shirt underneath it. "I don't think so, no." the black, hipster looking junior said. "Nope, neither side ever used nukes because there would be mutually assured destruction." "Instead, the allies and the EO used cluster bombs, drone strikes, flamethrowers, ballistic missiles, and even poison gas." "They are all stunning and terrifying weapons of war, which are probably being used by the UN military to this day." As the teacher began to discuss what happened during the second most destructive and deadliest conflict in human history, where a hundred and twenty million human lives were lost, whereas in the Alien war (also known as the first intergalactic war) over five hundred million humans have died due to the alien invasion of Earth lead by the Cluster; Sheldon passed a note to Jenny Wakeman by sliding it on the floor to her desk, right in front of him. Jenny finds it beneath her desk, she turns her head towards him, then turns her head back at her desk to read the note. On top of her desk lies her black notebook, a really short number 2 pencil with a used up eraser, which was sharpened more than eleven times, and a standard World History textbook, with the title in bold white letters. She began to read Sheldon's letter, it says:

"Jenny, do you think the cop from last night was Mighty Mike?"

Jenny was puzzled by the question, by the thought that the policeman with the giant mallet at Mezmer's was the notorious, hard-boiled, teenage, robotic killing machine. She began to think about it. She wondered how he got a giant mallet in the first place, it all made sense now. How else could he have gotten a giant mallet? Then again, she doesn't know much about Mike Watt's powers, other than digitally replicating real life weapons from his hands within a quarter of a second, having super human abilities such as super strength and others, most likely no different than hers. Or is it? The school bell then rings. "Okay class, it ended shorter than I expected, but be sure to collect your homework from my desk, it's due on Thursday!" Mr Smelhaus announced as students began to pack their things and leave the classroom expect Jeremy, who had to write on the chalk board that he wasn't going to talk about how specific students involved themselves with barnyard animals and tables. Jenny stands up and asks Sheldon "Can you and Brad meet me by my locker for five minutes?" "Sure thing my lady." he said. "Is it about.." "Yes, Sheldon." she interrupted and answered Sheldon. "It's about him."

The hallways were packed with students walking to their next classrooms or lunch period, and cliques of them hanging out by their lockers. They were all talking about school gossip, the latest buzz around town, movies that are playing next Friday night, which team Tremorton high is playing against this season of basket ball, as well with the latest trends today in 2074. And they're especially talking about one of the biggest parties that Jenny and her friends may not attend attend in their lives, which takes place after graduation day for the class of 2074 on June 6th, where all teens could attend expect freshmen and nerds, the party is simply called "Project After Party." Brad and Sheldon then meet Jenny by her locker. "Are you sure that was him disguised as a cop Sheldon?" she asked. "Probably was, I don't really know." "The cop came off a little too trigger happy and he acted pretty shady." Sheldon answered. "Yeah that's true." Brad told him and Jenny. "We don't have dirty harries in our town's police force, even with all the attacks on Tremorton by monsters and super villains." "They usually wait for Jenny to come and save the day, and Skyway patrol so far have been useless." Brad went on. "How do you guys think he managed to pull of that disguise?" the ladies man asked the two. "My guess is that he might have a variety of exo-skins, like the one I used to wear before I had to take it off to kick those space bikers out of Mezmer's, and they each have their own voices, shapes, and sizes." she believed. "And they don't turn evil and prevent him from taking them off?" Brad asked. "Right." she said. "My guess is that he uses some sort of mind trick on biological lifeforms like us, by transmitting a signal to our brains where we literally perceive him as a human being, or anything he wants us believe what he is." Sheldon assumed. Brad then said "I don't know if that was him or not, my guess is that he grabbed a piece of someone's DNA by snatching a piece of their hair, then masked himself as a cop." "I saw on the news that some cop was found blacked out in an empty garbage dumpster this morning, in the alley right where that billboard for Wizzly's World is, with his uniform stripped off." he admitted. Jenny gasped, and then blasted off through the roof, breaking through two stories of Tremorton high. There was black dust and lots of debris on Brad's and Sheldon's faces, even on their eyelids when they closed their eyes as Jenny blasted off. There was a three second pause of silence before one of them spoke and asked "Has she ever used the doors here?" "Not really, no." Sheldon replied to Brad.

She lands on top of the rooftop where she left Mike chained to the billboard, and finds that Mike was gone. "How did he..?" Jenny asked herself. The teenage gynoid walks towards a piece of the broken hand cuffs that was still attached to the billboard, and she begins to examine the roof top for clues, much like a detective at a crime scene from those old film noirs. Jenny then looked at the other half right next to her on the right, she thought to herself in astonishment "Did he use laser beams to break the handcuffs?" "How?" "Did he do it from his own eyes?" She didn't see the tracking device she shot at Mike's back. "Where could it be?" Jenny walked about a foot away from the giant advertisement for the famous amusement park, and noticed something. "Oh, there it is, or what's left of it." she said to herself. There were its and bits of pieces of the device. Come to think of it, she hadn't even kept track of where Mike was till today, right after she cuffed him to the billboard. Jenny started to worry, her mom is going to kill her if she finds out how Mike managed to escape. Jenny began to look down at the alleyway below from the rooftop, to see if the officer was alright. Police were already investigating the scene. There was already police line tapes and officers preventing people from getting in the alleyway, while men in trench coats and fedoras were investigating the scene. "Hey Officers!" "Where is he?" she asked the investigators. "Where is who?" one of them responded. "The officer who was left in the dumpster!" she told them. "He's in Tremorton hospital, the room he is at is somewhere on the fourth floor, his name is Billy O'Connell." one of the investigators told the robotic super-heroine. "Okay, got it." Jenny then flies to Tremorton hospital.

Jenny lands on the sidewalk and heads inside. The hospital looks like your average hospital, there were a few people waiting in their seats to hear back from the front desk at the first floor. The mounted TV was on, it was on One Nation News, and they were talking about the latest news story from the BosWash in Northern Virginia. "Hello, I'd like to see Billy O'Connell." Jenny told the woman behind the front desk. "I'd like to see if he exactly knew who knocked him out, I'm searching for a big time criminal." she explained. "No, you can't, he's..." the woman at the front desk took her eyes off the computer screen she was using work, then looked up and saw Jenny. "Oh, well sure thing!" "He's in room D-14, he's being guarded by Skyway patrol guys at the moment, since it involved with the death of those space bikers." the woman said. "Okay, thanks." She took the elevator. As she got out and went her way to D-14 on the fourth floor, there were two, emotionless tall men in black suits and black sunglasses guarding the hallway where the room is. They looked like and probably were special agents sent by the United Nations of Earth to look into the matter. The red haired on her right then held out one of his arms straight forward with his palm up, "STOP." he ordered her. "You can't be in this hallway mam." "We know who you are Jenny Wakeman." one of them spoke to her. "What?" she wondered, "Why are you blocking the hallway?" she asked them. "I want to ask Mr. O'Connell a few questions, it's about who knocked him out and left him in the dumpster, blocks away from Fleischer's." "Leave this to the adults for once XJ9, we're suppose to and will start protecting the earth from alien hordes again, and we'll be the only ones to do it, not have rookies do it for us." the red headed one on the right side said. "Dude, I've came into contact with the guy who killed those space bikers, Mike Watts, I can tell you what you guys want." she mentioned to them. "Did she just call us dudes?" the blonde one on the left asked the ginger. "You mean the MI-8 unit?" the red haired agent asked her. "This teenage, robotic, killing machine has been working for a notorious mob boss for nearly five years, and we've been trying to catch him ever since." "He's one of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy, and he is on Skyway Patrol's and the GIA's top ten most wanted lists in the whole galaxy, number nine on Skyway Patrol's, and he's number five on the Global Intelligence Agency's." the ginger agent stated. "Are you sure he's involved with this?" he questioned her. "Yes sir, I'm positive." "I think he used some sort of active camouflage and disguise that my regular vision didn't recognize as an actual robot." Jenny assumed. "That makes sense, the infamous gangster bot is known for using invisibility and even telekinesis to some extent." "Okay, we'll let you see him, you have FIVE MINUTES." the ginger agent notified her. "Great, thank you." she said. She walked pass by the two and went inside room D-14.

"Are you officer O'Connell?" she asked him, laying on the hospital bed. He wakes up to find that he had an unexpected visitor. "Huh?" "Yes, I am." "Why are you here?" "Are you looking for that son of a bitch who one punched me, and left me in a filthy dumpster?" he inquired. Jenny then told him with a smile, "Yes sir, yes I am." "I know who he is, he's Mighty Mike." "Can you give me any details of what happened back there in that alley?" she asked him. Billy O'Connell then took a deep breath and tried to remember everything from last night. He told her what happened, "I was on night patrol, I couldn't get my own patrol car yet since I'm new to the force so I walked, searching for something to actually do, to catch some bad guys." "I was going to Fleischer's because it's a spot full of criminal activity, particularly underage drinking and drug dealing." "Then out of nowhere, I thought I heard something in alleyway along the corner to my right, someone was playing an oldie in the alleyway, I chose to check it out, just out of curiosity." "As I walked into the alleyway, as soon as I knew it, I got socked." he finished his story and asked her "You're sure the Mighty Mike knocked me out?" "Because that would actually make sense, he hit me really hard, I've never felt a punch like that in my life." "Yes Mr. O'Connell." Jenny answered. "I've encountered him last night and when he and his crew robbed Tremorton National Bank." she added. "Thanks for the help officer, that's all I need to know, have a good day." Jenny said as she was about to leave the room. "Be sure you catch that guy." O'Connell told her "Mmm hmm." she said to herself as she opened the door and left. As she left the room, Jenny comes across a Skyway Patrol officer that was standing there in the hallway, waiting for her. He has wearing a black peaked cap, a gray suit with a white undershirt underneath and a black tie. "Miss, I'd like to have a word with you about your encounter with Mighty Mike, the MI-8 unit last night." he demanded. "Why what's up?" Jenny wondered. He asked her "Have you ever went judge, jury, and executioner when it you captured Mike Watts, and managed to escape?" "No, if I did he would be dead by now." she reminded him. "Did you uncover any information about the robbery of Tremorton National Bank by Mike Watts, Ferris Page, and the thugs at the scene?" he asked her. "The rest of the suspects' names are Kyle Petrov, Bojack Ross, Lamar Armstrong, Jacob Silva, and Duncan Cohen." "All of them, including Ferris Page were killed, Mike told me he was the only survivor when three gunmen killed them in their hideout." she answered him. "How did you capture him?" he then questioned her. Jenny replied "I found him immobilized by an EMP grenade when three gunmen stormed their hideout in an abandoned apartment building in Old Town Herndon, I've rescued him so I could leave him cuffed to something, so he'll wait for the cops to pick him up." "I'm not sure how he broke the handcuffs." she went on. "Indeed, which is why you're not allowed to go after him, we're going to do the job you've failed to do." he told Jenny. "Besides there's plenty of other threats to humanity that need to be extinguished, like those subhuman boogers that are hiding underground in Mars, they're too scared to even come out and fight like they have a pair, not through sneaky hit and run tactics." the Skyway officer went on. "You mean the MDR and martian nomads?" the blonde agent said to the officer. "Who the hell do you think I'm talking about you retard?" he shouted at him. "It's those dirty boogers that have been attacking human settlements on Mars since 2026, the attack on Tesla!" "We'll kill every last one of them, including every traitor to humanity that's on their side, especially the MDR!" he declared. The officer went on and on about how awful the martians and the so called "booger lovers" are, and how the UN military should've wiped them all out during the Olympus Mons campaign, during the Martian war. The agents and Skyway patrol guarding the hallway are trying get to him to calm down, as the conversation can be heard just twelve rooms away, echoing across the fourth floor. As Jenny Wakeman got more and more uncomfortable, she slowly walked away from the man's episode. As she walked away from the scene, she went back to the elevator she came out of, pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open, like how a dog waited for it's owner to open the door and come home. The gynoid went inside as soon the doors opened, pressed the button to go back to the first floor, so she could go back to school, and hopes that she could have a normal day for once, as it was already time for her French class. As she left the hospital, she sighed and said to herself "Oh my jobs, what an afternoon." "At least I don't have to run anymore errands." Before she could blast off back to school, out of nowhere, hundreds of mutated naked mole rats the size of dire wolves dug themselves out of the ground and began wrecking havoc on the town. "I guess I still do." she said to herself, as she got out her dual wield laser beam guns from within her arms.

Fourteen Hours Earlier

It's eleven o'clock at night, Craig Harris had lead Mike Watts out of the sewer by leading him in the Potomac river underneath the Woodrow Wilson bridge an hour after he blew Clarence's brains out, and his best friend is about to pick him up from a swampy wildlife reserve that he crawled out of. Mike was just sitting there beside the trail, right next to a tiny parking lot that could hold only three cars, which was next to the middle of the parkway 'George Washington Memorial Parkway.' He was still in his disguise, smelling like an intergalactic outhouse, hoping no one would freak out about a victim of the Bikini Bottom shooting being back from the dead. Luckily, barely anyone was driving down the highway. There may have been a group of teens driving in their parent's cars back home from a wild night, or someone who's creeping up on someone they know or don't know, maybe, but barely anyone was driving that night. Then, Craig showed up with his RV and found Mike in the middle of the night. He stopped his RV to pick him up, rolled up his window, and before he said anything, he pinched his nose with a disgusted look on his face and told Mike "Ugh god dammit, you do smell like liquid, baby elephant dung, expect much worse!" "You smell like shit stained smegma from a mother fucking woolly mammoth, right after it raped a dying mastodon, which was shitting out what it ate last night, a bison's, crab infected ballsack!" Mike turned off his hologram disguise, "Thanks man." he said to Craig, with a blank look on his face. He then stripped out of Clarence's rancid clothing, which was most likely infected with salmonella and the norovirus, grabbed the folder about Aurora he retrieved from the Bikini Bottom siege, left the clothes in the middle of the street, lit the pile of cloths on fire with a match that was in his built in utility belt, and walked inside to take a shower in Craig's RV. As Craig is taking himself and Mike towards his apartment in Sterling, Craig asked him "So what were you doing for Aurora?" "I was doing an errand for her, to make sure she was safe." Mike told him as he was cleaning up in the shower, with hot water pouring down his body, it didn't even cause him to rust. "She escaped from the Bikini Bottom when a bunch of armed thugs stormed the place and began taking hostages, I think she hide in one of the bathrooms and when she heard gun shots, she waited for them to pass by the restroom, and somehow escaped through the backdoor." "I don't know how she escaped, but thank god." "Those animals would've killed or ravaged her if she didn't leave." he went on. "Do you know who sent them or who was going after her?" Craig asked. "Take a wild guess who sent them." Mike requested him. "Let me guess, was it E.." before Craig finished his question, Mike had yelled "Yep!" "It was him!" he tells Craig before he could finish his answer. "First he has Ferris and the rest of the crew killed, then he goes after my beloved." "I can't wait to destroy everything he owns and loves, and rip his jugular out with my bare hands." he then said to him. "Oh yeah, that old, gorilla piss drinking, fart is going to pay." Craig replied as he was driving down the highway.

As twenty minutes passed by, they made it to Craig's apartment. "Well here we are." "In the one of the worst ghettos in America today, Sterling Virginia, home sweet home." Craig said to him. Mike then replied to him "I don't know if getting rid of Moretti crime family made it any better." "Eh, you made this place, along with the rest of the BosWash megacity a slightly better place, slightly." "There were a whole bunch of street gangs battling each other over Sterling, along with the rest of urban Loudoun County, and now the Leone Cartel controls it, and the entire BosWash underworld." Craig bluntly told him as they both got out of his RV. It, along with the other apartment buildings in Craig's neighborhood, which is named 'Donny Hill,' were built over a forty years ago, all the way back in the late 2030s. At first, they were meant for nuclear families that looked for affordable housing after world war three. Now, almost thirty years later, it had became a neighborhood ridden with crime, criminals such as gang bangers, drug dealers, pimps who control their prostitutes like they're holding puppets by the strings, human traffickers, contract killers, pedophiles, and all sorts of creeps, crooks and degenerates. They walked up the stairways to his apartment, which was on the fifth floor, in a twenty story building. The windows at his apartment was gated, meant to prevent anyone from breaking anyone or anything in or out. Loud hard rock music can be heard from the outside, and there's a security camera at the front door. "Have you invited Aurora over, Craig?" he asked him. "Of course I have, she can help us take out Edward's prostitution rings in the entire Washington metropolitan area." Craig told him. "The less said about Aurora's experience being a hooker for Leone the better." said Mike as Craig unlocks the door. "Lets get inside before I get more noise complaints from the neighbors, you'd think he would use headphones or turn down the volume for once." said Craig. On the front door there was a sign that said "Warning: Trespassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again." Craig unlocks the door, and they both get inside. In the house, in the living room, sitting down on the couch was a big, tall, and brawny human cyborg, named Butch Schmitt. He's one of Craig's and Mike's oldest friends, as Butch also fought in the 52nd Warthog battalion with them during the Battle of Olympus Mons. And before that he was in the UNSOG unit named "Black Hole fire team" with Craig Harris, Mike Watts, and Chad Armati until it was disbanded due to Mike Watts' disappearance during the mysterious Planum Boreum incident on Mars in December of 2068. The Black Hole fireteam had done various black operations against the cluster empire and other extraterrestrial forces that threatened the United Nations of Earth and it's colonies before the final battle of the Martian war. Butch was so buff he almost looked like one of those action movie stars, the only thing he was missing was a six pack, instead he still had a round belly. He had a blonde flattop, black and bushy eyebrows, a huge, left robotic arm and a bright, glowing blue visor attached to where his eyes are suppose to be. He also looked like he just got out of a tanning booth. "Hello there robot boy, what took you so long buddy?" he asks him as Butch, stands up, stretches his own neck, and threw his beer bottle in the trash can next to the TV, just like how a basketball player dunks a ball. "I'm doing just fine Butch, I just had to do an errand." Mike responded. "Can I talk to you in private for just two minutes?" he then asked Craig. "Okay them, I don't see why not." he responded. They both walked down the hallway to head to Craig's server room, next to the laundry room. Mike closes the door and asks "Craig what were you thinking?" "Butch HATES aliens, all aliens, including Aurora." he stated. "I don't think he even met Aurora before, maybe she'll change his mind on aliens if we all work together, and he'll respect her as a peer." Craig explained. "Craig, the guy signed up for the UN military to specifically kill aliens and people." "He'll do almost anything to satisfy his blood thirst." Mike continued. "I don't know what's going to happen after he meets Aurora, face to face." Craig then tells him "Don't worry, I have a Musique TV, a micro-console and DMP that's hooked up to the smart TV above the fireplace, she can attend the meeting and contact us through facetime, and our guests will show us what they have on your, or should I say 'our' worst enemy." "That's the thing, she's coming over right now." Mike informed him. "She called me about an hour ago once I got out of the sewer, Aurora is concerned about armed men breaking down her door after those hitmen stormed the Bikini Bottom." Craig realizes this and says to himself with the palms of his hands on his face, "Aw shit." "Okay then, let's just pray Butch doesn't try to butcher her as soon as she comes here." "Great idea to stay at your girlfriend's apartment, at least she's more safe with you around." Craig told him. Mike and Craig got out of the server room to arrange the meeting, Mike sat down with Butch in the living room on one of the chairs, while Craig went outside on his patio deck to smoke a joint, and wait for Aurora and the others to show up.

As they both sit in the living room, listening to Black Sabbath, Mike asks him "Can you turn down the volume?" Butch then asks him "Why?" "What's wrong with Black Sabbath?" "Nothing Butch, I love Black Sabbath and classic rock in general, just turn the volume down so we and Craig don't get into trouble." Mike answers him. Butch snaps both of his fingers and did finger guns, pointing at him and said "You got it." Butch then turns down the volume of his boombox through his phone from eleven to ten. Mike rolled his eyes. They heard a knock on the door and Mike gets up and opens the door. There at the entrance were two grown men wearing plastic black masks, regular t-shirts and cargo pants. "Are you guys going to send me someone's regards?" he asked them jokingly. "Nope Mighty Mike." one of them said, as both them took off their masks. "Craig called us and promised us free cherry soda." the one on the right said. The two guests walk in and hang out in the kitchen. Before he closed the door Aurora walks towards the door, she saw the frustrated look on his face asks him "Mikey, are you okay?" "Remember my stories when I was in the military, where I had to work with a guy named Butch for many years, even when I used to work for the mafia?" he reminded her. "Oh my god, yes, why?" Aurora wondered with a repulsed look on her face. "He's here, don't worry, if he lays a hand on you, I'll shoot him the head." he tells her. Aurora walks inside with Mike by her side. Craig walks back inside in the living room and introduces the two strangers to Butch, Mike, and Aurora. "Guys, these two are Mike's and my newest minions." "Butch, Mike, Aurora, this is Jake Baum, and Freddy Carpenter." "They will be helping us take down the Leone Cartel." Jake and Freddy were both in their early twenties, but still looked like eighth graders. Jake was a tall but skinny man with long and uncombed black hair, he had zits all over his face, wore nerdy glasses, and had bucked teeth, very bucked teeth. They were so bucked that people swear that he was a humanoid, mutated rodent. Freddy was short and fat, he had curly red hair and had brown skin. Both of them looked like they haven't seen the sun in a decade, he also had zits on his face and all over his skin in general, but he wears contact lens instead of unusually sized glasses. "How are these dweebs going to help us take out a criminal empire?" Butch asked. "Dude, they're hackers, or rather self described 'hacktivists,' they maybe new to the Does and what they do, but they at least can hack computers, and all that." Craig explained. "Do they know how to shoot?" Mike asked him. "They know the basics of it, yes." "Each of them have folding handguns and a switch blade in case of an emergency." Craig answered. "Hey I've played enough FPS shooters to know how to use firearms, this shouldn't be a problem." said Jake. Butch facepalmed, Craig shook his head, Aurora cursed in her breath while shaking her head, and Mike tells Jake as he looks down at him "Yes, it will be a problem if you don't even know how to use a firearm for this project." "Do you even know how to use the handguns Craig gave you two?" he asked the two rookies. While Freddy gulped out of anxiety, Jake was nervous for a second, but he remained calm. "Look me in the eye, and tell me the truth with a straight face." Mike commanded him with a stern face. "Dude, I used to play with mom's folding glock while she wasn't home when I was a little kid for three years before she caught me and beat the hell out of me with a wooden spoon." Jake told him. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes sir." Jake answered. "Fold it, find the safe action trigger, take the magazine out and reload it, and then fold it back if you're sure." Jake managed to do all of them within thirty seconds, in front of all of them. "That's good Jake, but I've seen better." Mike tells him. Craig then asks "Do you know how to use the pistol I've given you, Freddy?" "Yeah, Jake taught me how to do it, it didn't take long for me to figure it out." he told Craig. "Are you sure these guys know how to manage themselves in a fight Craig?" Mike asked. "Because the Does are the most militant, hacktivist group out there." "They're suppose to be trained like professional soldiers." he said to Craig. "This is just part of their basic training, they go work on various operations to help the unfortunate and for the good of the humanity." he tells him. "All they're going to be doing is just sit on their asses and work on their computers for this whole operation to take down the Leone crime family." "It's not like they're going to duke it out with giant mutated monsters, nasty aliens from across the Milky Way, or Spaceforce Team Six or anything." said Craig. "Yeah after this meeting, we have to go to bed, and start hitting the gym tomorrow to work in strength training classes." Jake admitted. "Man it's going to be hell, I'm going to miss eating Twinkies for breakfast." Freddy griped.

"So, are you guys going to fill me in with the details about Ed's organization?" Mike asked them. He then questioned Jake and Freddy further, "Locations?" "Smuggling routes?" "Leaked texts or emails?" "List of drug dealers?" "Hitmen?" "Pimps?" "Traffickers?" "Associates?" "Soldiers?" "Capos?" "Underbosses?" "Consiglieres?" "Anything?" Jake then told him "With the help of Craig and the rest of the Does, we've uncovered a photo of an entire chart of the Leone Cartel through certain connections, done by INTERPOL." "It contains the names of all of Edward's underbosses, capos, soldiers, and everyone else who's involved in helping him stay in power in the underworld right now." he carried on, Craig was showing what they sent him over his phone, putting the email on display through his Musique TV. "We'll get updates if anything changes or when we get more knowledge from our contacts within the international law enforcement agency, or if we just stumble across useful information from else where." Freddy said to Mike. "Very good guys." Craig congratulates them. "So how do how you want to do this Mike?" he asks him. Mike takes a close look at the chart and announces how he's going to take down the notorious crime family, "To destroy an organization the size of Ed's, we need to eliminate the base, then work our way up." "It's the same thing me, Craig, and Butch did in black ops when we were in special forces." Freddy raised his hand and asked "Shouldn't we just kill Edward Leone and be done with it?" "It shouldn't take us very long to pull up by his mansion and shoot him in the face, we already know he's in New York City in his penthouse, on top of his casino." he said. "How are we going to do that?" Butch asked Freddy, "Are you going to go Rambo while everyone else is going to die you fucking brainlet, person of carbohydrate, wa.." Before Butch could finish, Mike cuts him off and says "Butch is right, just killing Edward isn't going to get us anywhere, one of his siblings would take over and we would be back where we started." He then moved on to his plan. "So as I was saying, first we go after his capos." "Once they're dead, we seize their money and loot, and move on to the underbosses." "Each of his underbosses control a large section of the BosWash megacity." "His little sister, Christina Leone is in charge of the family's turf in the Baltimore-Washington area." His life long best friend, Vito Romano, is in charge of the family's turf and influence in both the Delaware Valley and in the New York metropolitan area." "And finally, his older brother, Lester Leone runs the crime family's activities and turf in Greater Boston." "After we kill all three and take what remains of their loot, Ed will be isolated, scared shitless and alone, and that's when we whack him," Aurora then asked her lover "What's going to happen to the turf after we kill the capos and underbosses?" "Who's going to replace them?" "Someone else is going to control what would be left there, probably someone even worse." she believed. "They could be taken over by another kingpin, like Skippy the Wonder Puppet." said Aurora. "Or the police and residents in those areas would take their homes back from the mob." Craig replied. "True." the blue skinned, alien mermaid with two, thick and long legs said. "I'm just not sure what would happen after we take them out." she explained. "Simple babe, we'll let those people take their neighborhoods and homes back." "It's not our problem." Mike told his beloved. "His money is tied to these rackets run by his capos, so once we rid of them and the underbosses it will limit his resources, most notably his capos and underbosses are family members and close friends of his, so they're all emotional attachments." "Emotions make people act irrational, greedy, somber, and irate." "And that's how we do it," Mike tells them all in the living room "grabbing him by the balls." he added. "Yep, we grab him by the hairy, wrinkly, chlamydia infected nutsack." said Craig. "Which are bound to fall off from his nether regions, eventually." he went on. "Boy, what kind of fetishes do you have?" Butch asked Craig "I mean what the hell is wrong with you?" "I'm just saying, he's old as hell, I'm surprised he doesn't look like Palpatine for someone who was born in 1980s." he elucidated. "Butch, Craig always had a foul mouth, even fouler than yours." "Are you realizing this just now?" Mike asked him. "I know that, I just wondered why Craig had to drive the point like that." he answered him. "Okay guys, any questions or problems about this step by step plan?" Mike questioned the group. While Mike waited for five seconds for a response, the rest of the gang, including the two rookies were silent. "Didn't think so." Mike said. "Who are we going after first?" Jake asked him. Mike, Craig, Butch and Aurora looked at the chart to see which capo they're going kill first. "Oh good lord, where to begin." Aurora said to herself. "How about Danny Leone?" Mike asked. "He's being selling dope to kids in the streets of Baltimore for over a decade, and he has ties to Junud Allah, soldiers of god in Arabic, the biggest terrorist organization on planet earth since ISIS." he told them. "I've heard he's a pedophile." Aurora said, grossed out by the possibility. "Well if that's true, I'm going castrate that sicko alive before I put him out of his misery." Mike said. "David Kneller shouldn't be that hard to find." Aurora said. "That hateful, annoying, vermin piece of shit needs to either have his mouth sewn for good, or torn apart like how his Luddites do to any robot they see, or just lynched in the middle of the night one of the street lights like what happens to any alien that comes here." she went on. "Yep, he's the supreme leader of Fratres de Hominis, they can't figure out who they hate more, aliens like you, or droids like me." he replied to her. "He's definitely on my kill list, but I want to start with a smaller rank in Leone's mob." Mike said. "David's right hand man, Ronald Belmont, is often seen hanging out in this gay club called 'Bananas,' he's in there for three hours every night." Freddy tells the robotic, teenage killing machine. Then again, because of Mike's history and what he's been through, he might as well be a man. "Where did you hear this man?" Craig asks him. "On a subreddit named 'BosWash Daily' actually, there's pictures of him coming in and out of the joint that have leaked online just recently."

Freddy shows them several pictures of Ronald coming in and out of Bananas, watching over his shoulders as he does it, as if there's a paparazzi right around the corner taking pictures of him. Ronald had blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin as white as the clouds. He was wearing long black clothes, long pants, a black hoodie and sunglasses to try to cover his face. The photos include time stamps of when they were taken. One was taken at eleven o'clock at night, on March the fifth, 2074, where Ronald was hiding his face in shame with his hoodie. Another one was taken on March the sixth of the same year as the other one, at eight thirty at night, with Ronald talking to one of the bouncers at the gay club's entrance. "Are you sure that's him?" Jake inquired. "Yep that's him, it's been blowing up all over the web since three hours ago." he told Jake. "Lord, he's such a fucking retard if he thinks nobody will recognize him." Craig said. "Any hitman could tell who he really is, even if he did wear the old fashioned trench coat and fedora hat." "You don't say." Mike responded to Craig. Butch was skeptical of what Freddy was showing the crew, he reminds Freddy "You do realize that these basement dwellers from reddit aren't detectives or forensic scientists right?" "I know that, but it's been on multiple news outlets online so far." "Fox News, GNN, USA weekly, Red Pill Gazette, One Nation News and TMZ." Freddy told the robust, middle aged, cyborg mercenary, who was still sitting on the brown couch, chugging vodka from his flask. "Let me take a closer look at these photos Fred." Mike tells the rookie. Freddy hands over his phone to Mike Watts, the robotic super-soldier scans the images through his HUD, then processes the images he saw to his personal computer from within his right forearm to see if they match the real life, facial features of Ronald Belmont in other pictures online. "The pictures are little bit blurry, they have low resolution but I managed to solve that, I believe it's him." Mike concluded. Craig is astonished and asks "Can you send them to me Mike?" "I'll have to look at these too, you're not as good at this computer stuff as I am yet." he points out. "Ten four Craig." he replied to the skilled hacker. He sends the photos that he scanned, downloaded, and enhanced to his best friend's email address through his personal, touch pad computer. "Thanks Mike." "Don't mention it Craig." Mike replied. Craig looked at the photos from reddit, then looked at the other photos of Ronald Belmont online to make comparisons, as well with police reports of what David Kneller's top adviser has done in the past such as getting caught drunk driving six years ago, which also had Ronald's private information and everything. "Well I'll be damned, it's him." Craig confirmed. "Freddy I should give you a whole bottle of Jack Daniel's, just for this." Butch told the chubby, Doe recruit. "I'm seventeen." Freddy replied. "You can give it to me if you wish man, I've turned twenty one weeks ago, me and Freddy both found the photos actually." Jake said to Butch. "Piss off dweeb, I wasn't talking to you." he told him inarticulately. Little did Jake know that Butch had a little too much to drink, Jake was incredibly sheltered growing up, so sheltered that he can't tell if someone is intoxicated or not. "Don't bother man." Freddy told his friend. "So how are we going to catch or kill this guy?" Aurora asked. "I doubt that he's going to come back that joint ever again since everybody knows his big secret." she mentioned. "That's not going to be a problem Aurora, I already have Ronald Belmont's address and everything by looking him up online through police reports on him." Craig told her. "Don't you mean Smurfette without a soul or the illegal alien in the room?" Butch asked him. "BUTCH!" Mike yelled at him. "Bitch my parents just left me in a life capsule on Earth without a word about who I was, why they left me here on earth, or jack shit." "So shut your mouth." Aurora told Butch. Butch thought about punching her in the face, but he decided to still lay down on the couch, drink his whiskey and not say a word to her. "When are we going after David's BFF Mike?" Craig asked. "We're going after him tomorrow night." he answered. "Craig, Freddy, and Jake will track the IP address of David's phone so we can track where he is." "Preferably I want to kill him in his sleep in his own home at night, but if I need some backup, I'll call either Aurora or Butch for help." Mike told the group. "Everyone got it?" he asked. The whole group said yes. "Great." "Time to get some shut eye people, it's already midnight." Mike told the crew. "Freaking finally, I swear my eye bags have eye bags after not sleeping for three days straight." Craig said as he was heading towards his bedroom. "You said it Craig." said Butch as he was leaving. "Goodnight Mike." "Night man." he replied to Craig as he went with and escorted Aurora outside. "Bye guys." Freddy and Jake said while leaving Craig's apartment.

"So Mike, did those thugs get private information about me, back in my workplace?" Aurora asked him as they went down the stairs to her car. "I don't know if they were dumb enough not to take pictures of your information and sent it to Edward himself, but here it is." He gives her the folder. Aurora opens it and finds all the documents containing private information about her, including her physical address. "Oh thank god, thank you so much for doing this." she said to her tall, robotic boyfriend. She then jumped to latch onto Mike Watts' torso, and kissed him on his cheek, part of his amber face, as they were both one of the balconies in the apartment building. Mike smiled and told her as he chuckled a bit "You're welcome babe, come on now we gotta walk down the stairs." "Sure honey." said Aurora as she got off of him. "So I heard you're staying with me for now on." she told Mike. "I am, even after I rid of Ed's cartel, I'll still stay in your apartment, or should I be saying 'our apartment.'" When they reached the first floor, Aurora then made a request for him "Mike, if you're staying over at my apartment can you do me a favor?" "Sure Aurora, what is it?" he asked her. "Promise me you're not going to make anymore contact with Butch after you get revenge on Edward Leone, and rebuild Thomas King's cathedral." she wanted. "I promise." he said to her. To be honest, Mike doesn't know for sure if Butch will ever leave his life, or how he'll ever convince his old associate from the good old days to overcome his prejudice, if not ever. They both get inside Aurora's hot pink, 2068 Jaguar B52, sports sedan, and head back towards her apartment.

Meanwhile

As Mike's meeting with his friends and associates to get his revenge on Edward Leone's crime family is over, Jenny Wakeman struggles to go to sleep for the next school day, as she lays on the bed, staring at the night sky through the giant window in her room, overlooking the neighborhood. It's filled to the brim with computers and other electrical devices for monitoring threats worldwide that she either takes care of or ignores, and it has basic amenities that made it look like any other teenage bedroom. It had posters of teen idols, magazines covering the latest fashion and culture in the 2060s and 2070s. From hearing all the gossip about other kids in her high school, how the kids who she knows about and her closest friends Jenny has grown up with since freshmen year have changed, especially Brad and Sheldon, and how they've been impacted by the world around them, how everything is so polarized now. Everyone lately has been changing, for better and for worse. Kids who're juniors like her at school weren't talking about being popular as much when they were freshmen or sophomores anymore, they were now talking about their futures, what colleges they're excited to go. Yet at the same time they also talk about the latest trends, school gossip, and about trying to be popular. Unlike what they did when they were younger, the boys and girls in her school are about to take things like dating and simply hanging out to whole new levels. Jenny hates the idea of never seeing Sheldon or Brad ever again after they all graduate from senior year, she doesn't know what she's going to do for the rest of her life after school, outside of saving the world. She could be a courier like when she used to work for that shady businessman. Jenny wished she still had some money left over from her last job to fix what's left of the house, since after fighting her sisters when Dr. Locus had them turn on her and her mother, half of the house was destroyed. Nora Wakeman could only afford to get two fifths of the missing half. Anxious and somber, Jenny got out her cell phone from within one of her pigtails to call Brad, ask him some advice and talk with him, even though it was an hour to midnight.

As Brad was sleeping in his room, all of a sudden his phone was ringing. Brad wanted to forget that he got rejected by Pteresa for the sixteenth time during his junior year tonight. He was having the best dream of his life. He was skinny dipping in a luxurious and huge hot tub with a bunch of female supermodels, real playboy cover kind of supermodels, and he got a little annoyed that his dream was interrupted when he was about to hit first and second base at the same time with one of the curvaceous women. He put his blanket away, got out of his bed and picked up his phone. "Hello, who is it?" Brad asked the caller in his Skyway Patrol themed underwear. "Brad, do you mind if I speak to you for a few minutes?" Jenny asked her over the phone. "Jen, it's eleven o'clock at night." he told her. "You know that right?" Jenny then explained to him "I'm sorry Brad, it's just that I have a lot on my mind right now, it's about our future senior year and other things." "Oh." said Brad. He could imagine how the idea of friends, and the people you've grown up with possibly leaving your life forever could mean to Jenny; as they, Sheldon, and the rest of the future seniors will eventually graduate and move on with their lives, transiting from one time in their lives to another. Their comings of age are going to come to an end. "Jenny, sometimes people you know in life come and go, and you never see them again." "I doubt you'll miss seeing the Crust cousins and Don Prima." he said to her. "Yeah." she agreed. "But I promise you, I'll never leave you from your life as a best friend, even after I graduate." Brad told her with confidence. "But you told me you wanted to join Skyway Patrol after you graduate though." "You said that you wanted to have your own adventures." Jenny reminded him. Brad sighed and felt sorry about what he said to her earlier, yet he had to be honest. "Jenny, I didn't mean to upset you, its just when I'm with you on your adventures to fight intergalactic aliens, I feel so useless." "And I don't like being useless." "You have superpowers and numerous weapons from the inside, I can barely open a bottle of ketchup and I can never get a date with a member of the fairer sex." he said. "Aw." Jenny said with pity. "If I join Skyway Patrol if Tyler Kirk wins this fall, I could be something more, I could be a real badass, like my dad." Brad revealed. "Your dad is in Skyway Patrol?" Jenny questioned. "No even better, UNSOG, United Nations Special Operations Group." "They're the UNE's most elite, military fighting force." "They put Skyway Patrol to shame by nine hundred miles." he answered. "UNSOG operatives have access to all sorts of weaponry, armor, gadgets, vehicles, and drones." "They do a variety of deadly missions to protect Humanity, black ops, sabotage, coups, assassinations, counter terrorist operations, sieges, hostage rescue, raids, POW rescue, and all sorts of stuff." "Each UNSOG member and unit has their own nicknames, the most famous unit in UNSOG is Spaceforce Team Six." Brad told her all of this, elated. "If I get some experience from being in Skyway Patrol, I would be more qualified to join the UN Marine Core, move up the ranks and become a part of UNSOG like my dad." "Maybe I could have the chance to spend some time with him in person than just talk to him on the phone." he went on. "Is your dad ever home with you and Tuck?" Jenny asked him. "No." he answered. "I mean have you ever seen my parents when you hung out with me and Tuck?" "My mom focuses a lot of her time on her career as an aerospace pilot for Boeing, she flies people on a passenger spaceship from earth to all over the solar system." "She often shows up at nine o'clock at night nowadays to talk with me and Tuck, give my little brother a bedtime story, falls asleep, and then wakes up the next day for work before I do for school." he tells her, crestfallen. "Hey at least you don't have anyone to nag at you, just ask me when it comes to my mom." Jenny says to him. "Yeah, expect I'm the one who has to take care of Tuck for most of the time." "I even had to change my little brother's diapers while Dad was on Mars when I was fourteen, and Tuck was six, yet still needed diaper changes till he was in second grade." Brad mentioned. "When did your dad leave for combat?" Jenny asks him "It must be rough for you not having dad around in your house for several years." Brad tries to remember how old he and Tuck were when their father answered the call to duty while he grabs an album book from inside the table cabinet to his right. He opens the book and answers her, while looking at the picture of him, his mother and father in uniform before he was sent to fight as a lieutenant colonel "My dad went to serve for ten years while I was seven years old and when my mother had Tuck inside her womb for eight months, he missed out Tuck being born." "Wow, so that means your dad is returning home soon, because it's March fourteenth, 2074." she reminds him. "And it's only a few months away from June." she tells him. "Oh my god, I know, he's going to be coming back home soon, I'm going to feel so nostalgic when he does, he has missed out a lot in our lives." said Brad. "Also before I hang up and go back to sleep, if it makes you feel any better, I'm on social media, on Minds particularly." "Feel free to make an account to follow me and Sheldon, just please don't..." before Brad could even finish what he was saying, Jenny said "Oh, social media of course!" "Why didn't I think of making one before?" she asked herself. "I could get popular by all the kids at school, and I'll never lose contact with you, Sheldon, or anyone ever again!" "THANK YOU!" Jenny said, lovingly, like how a cat purrs and rubs against it's owner. "Jenny, wait!" Brad tells her. Before he tells her he hasn't finished what he was saying, Jenny hangs up. "Oh boy." Brad says to himself as he goes back to bed. Meanwhile Jenny could finally sleep at night.