(Megamind's P.O.V.) -The morning after-

I grumbled softly as I cracked my back slightly, scuffling my black bat booties as I made it to the kitchen where I could make out Minion's slightly out of pitch singing, and I entered through, glancing at Minion who smiled warmly with a hint of concern in his eyes as he placed a cup of coffee before me, and I picked it up, sipping slowly.

"Here you go, sire. How was your sleep, sir?". Minion asked as I hummed, sighing softly as I became more aware, "Barely five hours of sleep when that storm came in. I had to tinker down in the workshop for a bit.".

Minion nodded, "Yes. The storm was quite a bit of concern. Luckily, there wasn't too much damage this time.". I raised an eyebrow, "The antenna stayed up?".

Minion hummed softly as he turned around to flip some pancakes, "Yes, along with the generators for the shield protectors. Lightning was in the area, and one of the brainbots took a hit while protecting one of the shield protectors.".

I widened my eyes, "Which one?". Minion sighed, "Number 132.". I moaned, "Not Chomper. Is he out of commission?".

Minion shook his head, "No, luckily. It was one of his arms that got hit. He needs to be updated and tuned up.". I nodded in relief, "That's good news at least. And what about the island itself?".

"There were some downed trees, a few unfortunate animals. The beaches are swamped, the cliff valley got a bit flooded, and there was a incident with the lab.". Minion explained as he turned around, placing a plate of steaming fluffy pancakes before me.

"Tell me.". I demanded softly as I began to eat, and Minion sighed, "Lightning must have gotten up close for there were quite some vibrations in the air, causing some of the chemicals to fall and crash into the floor. Sorry to say that there will be quite some construction for the day.".

I nodded as I sipped some more of the coffee, "You gave the order, yes?". Minion smiled, "As soon as the alarm alerted me.". I grinned, "What did I tell you, Minion? These alarms are a work of genius!".

Minion chuckled brightly, "Yes, you did, sire. It was quite a excellent idea. Hurry, and eat before it gets cold. I know you must be curious of what's upon the beaches.".

I laughed, "A person's junk is another person's treasure! I admit, the last few times were a bit of a letdown, but I have a feeling this one will be the best so far.". Minion nodded in agreement, "So do I, through there is also a funny feeling as well, but it's barely a concern as storms like this one seems to be barely a faze for the outside world.".

"Check the radio and TV while I finish this up, if that helps. I know what you're saying, but planes wouldn't dare go through a storm if it was bad!". I continued to polish off my plate, loving those pancakes. I would be lying if Minion wasn't a fantastic chef! Minion nodded, and plodded off to head to the monitor room down the hallway from the kitchen.

I hummed softly as I finished my coffee, and heading back to my room, heading upstairs as I passed by a shutter-opening, smiling softly as I heard birds singing. I swiftly grabbed a dark blue t-shirt, gray capri, and my black boots, glad that Minion's also a cloth-maker, and if it wasn't for him, I'd be stuck in a normal human sized shirt or something.

And if it wasn't for the connections of Romania, we wouldn't even have a toe on this island. And the name they gave the place is perfect! Arrowhead Haven. So ironically named as the island is roughly shaped as a arrowhead, and it is paradise, indeed! A true haven for us to live safely and virtually unreachable as well, thanks to the shield protectors I invented.

4 miles north to south from the point to the blunt end, and 2 miles east to west from the narrow section of the sides, and 3 miles east to west from the wider section of the sides. Cliff Point is literally a section of sharp, high cliffs, with the point sides being beaches of beautiful golden sand, the blunt sides also have beaches, but of the rocky kind with barnacles and crabs. And the blunt end has tide pools and caves, as there is a mountain in that area. Inland is valleys, a couple of rivers, a few freshwater pools, and whole sections of jungle forest.

I headed out, grabbing a duffel bag as I need it to hold any discoveries I'd find today, and I smiled, seeing Minion prepare similarly, having two duffel bags as the robot body holding up is compellingly strong like Metro Man at minimum. He gave me a portable radio communicator, or in other words, a walkie-talkie. It's just a ridiculous name!

"Which side are you taking, sir?". asked Minion. I hummed softly, "I will take the west side while you take the east side.". I then whistled shrilly, which almost immediately, brain-bots appeared before us. They barked, woofed, snapped, and I held up a hand, and they went quiet.

"Good brainbots. Now, let's see here. This half here goes with me, while the other half goes with you, okay, Minion?". I did some signals with some commands as Minion responded, "Very well, sir. I'll call if there's trouble or if there's something interesting.".

I nodded, "Very good, Minion. We have all day as it looks quite sunny out there.". We then split off from the observatory lair, using well-maintained trails to our destinations. Around me, my band of brainbots went off to clean the beach while leaving things for me to determine if they are worthy to be used or not.

After some time of combing the beach, I was alerted to one of the brainbots' frenzied barking as if he found something quite troubling. I ran quickly to see Number 45 aka Bolt hovering about something halfway up on the shore, some feet away from the ocean.

As I got closer, I was becoming wary yet concerned, recognizing the silhouette of a human, and waving off Bolt slightly to the side, I then could see bunches of blue, black, purple bruises, and blood everywhere among shredded clothes, with the scent of smoke and saltwater. I leaned down to check the person's pulse, and I gave a small breath of relief as the person's alive, and as I observed more, I can see that it's a woman, and her brown hair was filthy, yet I felt strangely scared as it reminded me of someone familiar back in Metrocity, and I hesitated, but moved her hair slightly to reveal her face.

I froze, my blood turning to ice as cold, my heart beating viciously as my eyes blinked not once, not twice, but thrice as before me is my favorite reporter, my preferred kidnapped victim, my crush, the one and only, "Roxanne.", the name escaping me in a horrified whisper.

She was unconscious, bruised up, perhaps injured, and I knew I had to help her as this is a whole different situation. I clicked on the walkie-talkie, "Minion, prepare a room NOW!". I hesitated for a moment as I was at her side, but I heard a barely-noticeable moan from Roxanne, and I then nodded in determination, picking her up in my arms, feeling so many emotions at once, yet the only thing I am seeing is her beautiful face marred with bruises and cuts as I gently carried her, barely noticing Bolt as he picked up my duffel bag, and followed me home.