Hey viewers! I know it's only been a few hours since my last chapter, and this is my first chapter description, but warning, the chapters will come quick, if not all the time, then for the next few weeks. Once again sorry if the line or writing sucks, but I still hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: Strangers place

Gogo woke up from her sixty-second concussion, rage bubbling inside her. "Great." She said angrily, standing up. "We lost them. We lost Hiro. Now we won't be able to find them!"

"Look, it's not our fault cars are faster than us, especially since people have been learning to do speed-corners."

"I could have caught up to them if Fred hadn't crashed into me."

"Yeah, sorry about that." apologized Fred. "I've just never been on the roof of a moving car before."

"What would someone want with Hiro anyway?" Asked Wasabi, brushing himself off. "He's just a smart kid, and his aunt probably can't afford his ransom."

"Maybe it's smartness that they want." Pondered Honey Lemon.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, perhaps they're not in for money… yet. If they knew that Hiro was a student at SFIT, this could have bet a set-up; a trap prepared weeks ago, if not… MONTHS."

"No way! They would've had to trace Hiro's every step, know his likes, know what he does in his free time. Furthermore… they could have just followed Hiro around everywhere!"

"You mean they were stalking him?" Gogo asked Wasabi.

"Probably. But it'd have to be someone who knows him from somewhere. You know how much he got picked on at high school, and sometimes even the tech institution, it could be rival students..."

"Or maybe a criminal from a recent stakeout." Thought Gogo aloud. "Baymax, who was that man?"

"I was not close enough to sample his DNA, but I did scan the fingerprints from the vehicle." Answered Baymax. "I just need to download the database onto an external device."

"Cool. We can just grab a computer and be on the case."

"Or a phone." Input Honey, pulling out her portable screen.

Baymax touched the tip of the phone, and a loud beeping was heard aloud as he searched the web.

"Identity found. The form is… Homo Sapiens… or human, and goes by the name of… Yama."

"Yama… Yama… I remember that name from somewhere."

"Woah, Gogo, You know this guy?" Excitedly asked Lemon.

"I do, I just can't put it anywhere… wait, yeah! He was a punk, not like me… a bad boy punk, a bad-a. I went to school with him… he was an older grade. When I was six he stole a bubble-gum stick off me..."

"And you cried?"

"No. I kicked his butt. Strange… He averaged 130 k's according to Baymax's sensor… I thought he would weigh so much more than that."

"Yeah yeah, no time for gabbling. Now we know who the guy is, do we know if he has a criminal record?"

"He has been arrested several times for illegal bot-fighting events, and once was primarily imprisoned for minor antagonist."

"Who was the kid?"

Baymax once again looked down at the screen, then looked up, pausing for a whole half-minute before Honey interrupted.

"Baymax?"

The robot finally spoke, "Hiro Hamada."

It was cold when Hiro woke up. Not bitterly cold, like when you're standing outside on a winter's day, but a dry cold, like a house that hasn't been heated properly during the night. By the position he was in, Hiro found that he had been sleeping in a chair, in which he was bound to; hands, arms and feet, all untidily done with rope. He instanly struggled, only pausing to look at the room that he was in. It was some sort of apartment storage room, the walls were dry-painted and the floor concrete. the only seemed exitways were a barred window and a screen-door, nothing else. Not even a bed.

Hiro continued to struggle against his bindings, only to be startled by the door opening, causing him to topple over onto his side, clenching his eyes closed as Yama approached him.

"Just like every new victim, trying to escape on the first moment."

Smirking, he lifted Hiro back up onto the chairs legs.

"Can you tell me want already instead of intimidating me, or are you just a brutal maltreater looking for abusive revenge?"

Yama roared in laughter. "Smart language kid, but unfortunately that's not what I want right now."

Unfortunately?

The living mountain sanded his hands together like a hungry powerman. "No, that's not what I need. What I need, Hiro Hamada, is for you to build me a robot."

Hiro snapped. "What makes you think that i'm gonna just build a robot for you?"

Yama grabbed Hiro by the collar. "You will build me a robot kid, or else. Bear my words, I know where you sleep."

Hiro stared at his rival, utterly confused, then cringed. He couldn't bear the thought of aunt cass being murdered.

"Fine, I'll build you a robot." He disgustedly spat. "But i'll need a lot of equipment."