Caleb's arm was getting worse. Him and Taylor had just arrived to the Med-Bay. Dylan unfortunately was lost along the way. Caleb sat himself down in a chair. "You've lost a lot of blood.", Taylor said. "You might… might di-..." Taylor was cut off by Caleb before he could finish. "Don't say that word.", Caleb replied, almost out of breath. "I see your in quite a predicament, Ruby!" Caleb looked up to see who was talking to him. In the doorway was standing The Real Boy Squad's funder, Trump himself. "I don't understand why I keep paying you while you continually screw up like this.", Trump said to Caleb. Caleb would've started cussing him out right then, but he knew if he would, Trump would pull their funding and the Secret Service would've shot him full of lead. So he just stayed silent, for now. "I've been using half of my money to fund the Space-Force", Trump continued, "and the other half I've been paying to you stupid pieces of garbage, who try and hunt down a green monster, while you should be hunting terrorists. I could be using the other half of my my money to fund the wall, because let's get real, congress ain't gonna pay squat." "We'll try to do better next time sir.", Caleb said in fear. "I don't want better", Trump replied, "I want you to be excellent. I can't take a risk like that!" Trump paused. "But then again, I wouldn't be rich if I didn't take risks. You get 42 hours to find that green thing." "Why thank you sir!", Caleb said with glee. "But, why do you want us to find the green thing?" "The people that took the thing are a terrorist group that call themselves the weeboz.", Trump explained. "You find the thing, you find them." Caleb got up. "We will, sir." Trump looked at Caleb's arm. "Not with that!", Trump said to Caleb. He put his arm up to his mouth and started whispering to it. Suddenly, a Secret Service agent walked in and handed Taylor a briefcase. "That's a new robotic arm.", Trump explained. "Mr. Blake should know how to attach it to you." Trump walked off, leaving Caleb and Taylor in alone.
Caleb didn't think the pain was to bad. All Taylor had to do was cut off his old organic arm and put on the new one. It took a little extra time to set up the nerve wires, but aside from that, it was easy. Caleb walked out of the Med-Bay. Sitting in front of the door was Dylan, not dead as previously thought. Sitting beside Dylan was what appeared to be one of the weeboz, tied up and not wearing their mask. "Sir", Dylan said, "I found one of the assassins." Caleb bent down and started looking at the person. It was a girl, around 13 or 14. "What's your name?", Caleb asked it. It didn't respond. Caleb then reached out with his new cybernetic arm and started strangling her. "I said, WHAT'S YOUR NAME!", Caleb screamed at her. The girl started speaking in an Australian accent. "I'm Gale!", she screamed. Caleb let her throat go, causing her to tumble to the floor. Caleb then pulled out a handgun and put it next to Gale's face. "Now, where are your friends?", Caleb asked Gale.