He stroked his goatee while pondering his predicament. His partner pressed his back against the wall, eying the men who closed in on them.
"We are so screwed," Riki said.
"Calm down," Grant replied, reaching for something on his belt, "You think I didn't plan for this?"
The office building, once warm and inviting, had become cold. Riki hadn't known that his research would lead him and his partner into being hunted down by villains.
"I-I think we should just let them have the data!" Riki said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "I mean, its just numbers! This isn't worth it.."
"I told you, I got this covered," his goateed friend said coolly.
"Maybe you should listen to your friend over there, scruffy," a man in a black suit said, flipping a switchblade in his hand, "I don't wanna have to kill you."
"Good luck," Grant said, his mouth curling into a smile, "How many men did you bring? Five? Want to come back with ten more so we can even these odds?"
"Why you little...!" the man in black growled.
Grant plucked the spherical object from his belt and dropped it at the man's feet. A bright light engulfed the man and there was a blood curdling scream. Blood splattered the ground as the two halves of the man separated and fell on either side of where the ball landed. In its place, a large humanoid creature stood. It was made entirely of metal, with wings that hummed as it buzzed a couple feet off the ground. Two claws extended where hands would be, and they were covered in the blood of the gang leader.
"So," Grant said, stepping forward next to his Scizor, "Who's next?"