Hey Guys, I'm finally back with a new chapter! We have actually hit 100 follows! I honestly didn't think you guys would like this that much but, woo-hoo! Anyways, you probably don't care about that, so enjoy! And I don't own One Piece!

The Grand Line, Water Seven

"Big Bro! We have a job to finish!" A deep voice insisted.

"Ugh, what did I drink last night?" Franky wondered, sitting up from his bed.

As he tried to get out of his cot, the cyborg over stepped, causing him to hit his head on the floor. "Dammit, why the hell do my legs feel so short-" Suddenly recollecting what happened, Franky clutched his head as memories rushed back to him. Instantly a black, spiky haired man wearing the traditional Franky Family outfit, plus stockings, rushed to Franky's side and helped him stand.

"Zambai?!" The shipwright questioned, recognizing him.

"Yeah, Bro! We have that contract from Iceburg to dismantle a ship, so we need to go!" Zambai explained, dusting his savior off.

"Alright! We'll do a SUPER good job!" Franky yelled enthusiastically.

"Of course, we won't let you down!" The scrapper assured. "I'll go round up the rest of the boys, then we'll go." Zambai turned and left the room quickly, making sure to close the door behind him.

Looking down at his much smaller body, Franky sighed. 'It will take so long to rebuild myself, but I have to make sure I look good if I'm going into town. I have to make sure everyone appreciates the manliness of this body!'

With that thought, he went towards the showers to wash up. After cleaning himself, Franky put on his blue speed-o with a light blue star in the middle along with his red Hawaiian shirt that had yellow palm trees dotted around it, leaving it open to expose his chest, and, to finish his classic outfit, he put on a thick gold chain around his neck.

"Ah, now this takes me back!" Franky exclaimed, slicking his pompadour forward. "Now to go warn Iceburg..."

Leaving his room, Franky stalled outside the door, taking in the view that greeted him. Seeing all his underlings gathered in the main room eating, drinking, and gambling, brought a massive grin to his face. Eyeing the walls made from mismatched materials, the floor littered with weapons, and the several scuffles that broke out, caused the cyborg to realize how much his life had changed, from being a underground crime boss, to a pirate shipwright. Placing his large hands on the banister that wound around the upper level, Franky inhaled deeply. "Get ready, shitheads! We have a job to do!" He roared down to the crowd, leaning over the railing to do so.

Startled from the sudden sound, the members of the Franky Family began rushing around, collecting weapons and tools in preparation for the job, all the while causing a huge mess by knocking over various pieces of furniture. Watching the display, Franky simply shook his head at their antics and started down the uneven staircase. Weaving through the chaos, the cyborg made his way towards the front doors, pausing when he passed by Kiwi and Mozu.

"I have to go finish some things with Iceburg, so will you make sure they," he pointed back towards the scrambling men. "Don't make too much of a ruckus on the way to the shipyard?"

"You can count on us, Big Bro!" Kiwi exclaimed, turning towards the mass of bodies. "Hey morons, mellow out before you embarrass Bro!"

Knowing they were in good hands, Franky proceeded to make his way towards the main thoroughfare of Water Seven. Hopping on one of the Family's smaller Yagara Bulls, the shipwright soaked in the watery sights of the city. Remembering when it had been a dying port town, Franky smiled once more at how both he, and the city, had changed for the better. Finally arriving at the mayor's office, the crime boss parked his steed out front, and walked into the lobby. Upon seeing the woman sitting behind the counter, Franky curled his hands into fists, causing the slight sound of grinding metal to echo around the elegantly decorated room. She had blonde hair curled into a neat bun, thin glasses resting on her nose, and a stoic face, as if nothing would faze her. She wore a yellow peacoat, over a short black dress and black, high-heeled boots that accentuated her legs.

"I'm here to see Iceburg," Franky ground out, slamming a paper onto the marble tabletop.

The blonde haired woman readjusted her glasses before picking up the memo and quickly scanning it. "It seems everything has already been processed, there is no need for you to bother the mayor, he is very busy and doesn't have time to waste," Kalifa denied, sliding the form back towards him.

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Franky yelled. "He is always wasting time! Tell him that Franky is here, and I'm sure he will see me."

"And why would that be?" Kalifa asked with a calculating flash of her glasses.

"Anytime he needs stuff scrapped, he hires me and my boys, so we've had a long relationship," the cyborg explained. "Wait, shouldn't you already know this, and why am I even telling you? Just go get Ice-for-brains!" He demanded once more.

"I still see no reason to bother the mayor, I apologize, but I must ask you to leave," the undercover agent refused again.

"I swear, if you weren't a woman, I'd have pounded you into the floor by now," Franky growled.

"That's sexual harassment," Kalifa stated flatly. "Now if you don't leave, I'll be forced to notify the Dock One foremen."

"For god's sake-"

With a bang, the door behind the assassin burst open, allowing a man with slicked back, blue hair to step out while rubbing his eyes. After quickly adjusting his orange and yellow striped, two piece suit, the man stared with a bored expression at the two arguing figures.

"What the hell is going on out here?!" Iceburg inquired, an obvious line of drool trailing down the side of his mouth. "I was trying to take a nap!"

"I'm sorry sir, this hooligan has been demanding to speak with you, but I know how precious your time is, so I asked him to leave, yet he refused to comply," the secretary recounted, bowing in shame. "I apologize for my failure."

"Precious?! He just said he was taking a nap!" Franky exclaimed incredulously.

"It's fine, next time someone insists on seeing me, I'll come speak with them," the shipwright dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Just make sure that little Tyrannosaurus here," he pointed to the small, blue lizard poking it's head out of his breast pocket. "Gets a good lunch of crickets."

"It will be done, sir," Kalifa affirmed, immediately exiting the building to go find a pet store.

With the government agent gone, Franky finally let loose a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Picking up the now slightly crumpled paper from the counter, the cyborg waved it at Iceburg. "I have some...issues with the contract for the scrap." He said, eyes moving side to side.

Nodding in understanding, the mayor gestured towards his office before walking into it and sitting behind his surprisingly unsophisticated desk. Following him into the room, Franky looked around, having only seen it once before. Lining the walls in neat rows were various plaques, depicting various awards Iceburg had been given for his deeds helping the city. Several pictures of the man and his workers were also dotted around the room, placed so you could see them from almost any angle.

"Even though you are a supposed 'crime lord', you never did learn to be very discreet," Iceburg drawled, pointing to the seat across from him. "Now what is so important that you, personally, had to come here?"

"One second," Franky said, holding up a finger in the mayor's direction. Grabbing his right forearm, the cyborg pulled up, revealing a small compartment inside. Pulling out six small, metal squares that had tiny suction cups on the back, along with one red and one green button on the front. Pressing the green button on each of the items, Franky placed a device on each wall, the ceiling, and the floor. Once he was finished a slight tremor ran through the room, making the pictures and plaques rattle. That completed, the pirate sat down in front of Iceburg. "Okay, now we should be good to go."

"What are those?" The mayor asked, eyeing the items with interest.

"Oh, these are Interference Cubes," Franky explained. "I got them just recently from one of Joker's dealers. Apparently, it makes eavesdropping impossible, at least using normal methods."

"Really? Then I guess you did learn a couple things, my mistake. Anyways, what is so important that we would even need these items in the first place?" Iceburg questioned, once more bearing a bored expression.

"You are in danger, the government wants the blueprints for themselves, and they will stop at nothing to get them!" the pirate explained, his mouth set into a scowl.

"I know, I'm the one that told you, remember?" The blue haired man stated, raising an eyebrow at Franky. "If that's all-"

"No! You don't understand, that woman," Franky spat, pointing behind him. "Is a government assassin! If you don't give them the plans willingly, they are gonna kill you!"

"And you would know this...how, exactly?" Iceburg questioned disbelievingly. "Kalifa is a bit serious about her job, but she has been my assistant for two years. I find it very hard to believe she is an assassin, and have you seen those legs? Those aren't assassin legs."

"What are you spouting right now? This is serious!" Franky demanded, slamming a fist on the desk. "As for how I know, that's not important, I just do!"

"What did you do? That's the face you make when you did something crazy!"

"What are you talking about? No it isn't!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-uh!"

"Is to!"

"Is not!"

"Dammit Franky! Just tell me what happened!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?!"

"Because you won't believe me!" Franky finally yelled.

"I know we've had our differences over the years, but we're still friends," Iceburg stated, while spreading his hands in a placating motion. "I promise I'll believe you."

"You will?" the time-traveler questioned hesitantly.

"Of course," the shipwright said flatly.

"You don't fill me with confidence," Franky sweat dropped. "Well here goes, I am...from...the future?" He half asked.

For a moment Iceburg simply stared at Franky with a blank expression, until he finally spoke. "So, are you going to tell me...or?"

"What do you mean?! I just did!" The crime boss exclaimed in confusion.

"Well, I had assumed you had actually learned from what happened with Master Tom, but it seems I was wrong," Iceburg stated coldly, narrowing his eyes. "You want to put the entire world at risk, simply to play an elaborate joke?! Give me back the plans, clearly it was a mistake entrusting them to you."

"This isn't a joke!" Franky yelled. "If you really don't believe me, tell Kalifa my real name is Cutty Flam!"

"No, that would be stupid, give me back the blueprints and leave," the man stated sharply. "Don't ever contact me again."

"Fine! If you don't want to believe me, whatever!" the cyborg yelled, opening up his chest cavity and ripping out the plans. "But I'll be damned if I allow the World Government to get their hands on these!" He then sucked in a deep breath while puckering his lips.

"NO!" Iceburg yelled, leaning over to grab the papers from Franky's extended hand.

"Fresh-"

"Air Door."

Sorry, not sorry about the cliffhanger! Now a quick little note about the 'Interference Cubes', it has always bothered me that Franky was a member of the Underworld, albeit slightly, and is never really showed using that experience, so expect more of that in the future. Also, since Vegapunk apparently found out a way to copy a component of Kizaru's Glint-Glint fruit, I thought it would be cool if Doflamingo made Caesar copy an ability of Rosinante's Calm-Calm fruit. I know it's implied that they didn't know he had a Devil Fruit, but I feel like that would be pretty much impossible to hide for long. It definitely wasn't an excuse to have Franky and Iceburg yell at each other without it being stupid. Definitely. Anyways, thanks for reading, and, like always, tell me what you thought!