Chapter 4: Robot physics
Gogo, Honey Lemon, Wasabi and even Fred were all aimlessly still staring at Baymax, even though his big announcement was already minutes ago.
"No…. Gawd Damn… Way." Stammered Wasabi.
"Hiro knows this guy…. through bot-fighting?!" Annoyingly accused Gogo into thin air.
"This is so cool! I mean it's crazy, and tragic, I know, but seriously, how cool? (I don't even need to say who that was).
"This is crazy, but we need to calm down! At least we know now how Yama got through to Hiro, but we need to find out more about the bot-fight, who won it? Why is Yama doing this to Hiro? Is it revenge? We don't know, and we can't make any sense out of it until we get answers!" Exclaimed Wasabi.
"Calm down, woman up!" Said Gogo, answering with a hefty slap to the face. "Look, I might know a person who can help, but for one, Baymax can't be there, and two, we can't be there in our crime outfits. Who here has a car?"
"Not me."
"My one sunk when we were escaping Callaghan."
"I have a limo."
"Ugh! none of this will work!" Gogo pouted annoyingly.
"Cassidy will need to know about Hiro's capture anyhow, as he could be away for hours, if not, nights on end. We could perhaps borrow her car."
"Good thinking Baymax, but we should really keep his aunt out of this, even if it's almost impossible to avoid…"
"You mean we have to steal her car keys?" Asked Honey Lemon.
"No, no no! There is no way that I am stealing from a woman who is innocent plus gives me free food, even if it is temporarily."
"What choice do we have?" Demanded Gogo, and without beckoning her companions to follow, she left, followed reluctantly by the others.
"So, I want a robot with some sort of flamethrower,"
"Okay,"
"Razors,"
"Uh huh,"
"Bulletproof armor,"
"Can do,"
"And at least the size of a five-year-old!"
"Nope. Not happening."
"What?!"
"Against house rules, for one, and do you really want to waste $500 on equipment for a robot?"
Yama grumbled as Hiro wrote the last few notes on his leafpad, a wide smirk on his face.
"If you're laughing about me…"
"Nah, it's not you," Said Hiro. "It was this cat I saw on the internet, ripping someone's eyes out."
"Hmph."
"He looked like you."
Yama lost it. He raised a fist for Hiro's face, when he was interrupted by a hench.
"Boss, remember, if he acted any cheeky, we'd hurt his aunt, not him, remember?" He said it in a slow voice, as to frighten Hiro
Hiro's smile washed away and he was silent again.
"Tell ya what," Said Yama, "How about those little micro thingys you were creating before your brother burnt to a crisp?"
"Sorry, but to do that, I would have to remember the design, have the right equipment, and have the right measurements to create a neuropathic transmitter, and that took long enough as it was."
"Fine. I'll be back for my robot in one hour." He sounded grouchy, a little more than his usual self.
"If you really want a robot this invincible, you gotta give me more time unless you want a spinning top." Hiro yelled after him.
"Fine. I'll give you until tomorrow."
"And some more sophisticated, newer equipment would be great too."
"Not happening, kid. You go mess with your tools, or your aunt can meet the lucky cat himself." He slammed the door.
Hiro did his best to keep a straight face, but once Yama was gone, he buried his face in his hands. There was no way he was getting out of this. even if he did eventually build that robot for Yama, He didn't know what was to come afterwards, and so far, it didn't feel promising.
Suspense, suspense, what next? Just noting that it won't be until around 10-11 am tomorrow (NZ time) before chapter five comes out; see you then!
