Meanwhile, in New Robloxia, another helicopter was performing another mission. This was a large, gray helicopter with the words "Spectre Branch Heli 114356" written on its right side. It flew in between large skyscrapers, and ahead of it was the Council Building. There was a large pit in the front.

Block looked at Hamburg, the Bloxburgian who was piloting the helicopter.

"I think dat's the 'ole in the ground Steel was talking about," he said. "We should go in an' see what's what."

"Agreed," agreed Hamburg. "Ve must go in armed und dangerous." He took out his small revolver from his pocket, and twirled it between the fingers of his left hand. Hamburg's neatly combed hair gleamed black against his pale skin; his suit was charcoal colored and made of rough bulletproof fabric.

Block got up from his seat, opened a door, and stepped into the back where the rest of Spectre Branch sat with automatic rifles, pistols, and one RPG.

"We ready, boys?" he asked.

"Ready," they chorused.

"Airdrop commencin' in five, four..." Block strapped on a pack, and let the others do the same. "...three, two, one!" The hatch on the side of the helicopter opened slowly, revealing empty air beyond only filled with the points of towers. The agents jumped. Air roared past them. Ten feet from the ground they unleashed the parachutes, and landed daintily on the pavement.

"Fan out," ordered Block. "One side, guard the hole. The rest, come wit' me!" He unstrapped an Ares Shrike (a gun no ordinary Robloxian would be able to carry without help) from his back. Then, holding out the machine gun in front of himself, he clambered into the hole. There was nothing there except for some wreckage from Admin-knew-what. But wait...

Block squinted.

And the camoflaged troops jumped out from behind the wreckage. They opened fire with SMGs. Block was hit once, twice - and yet the projectiles hit and did nothing. They merely made holes in his suit. Block raised the Ares Shrike.

"My turn," he growled, and sprayed a deadly whip of lead into the stealth troops. There were screams as some fell, puppets cut from spiritual strings. The rest retreated, firing wildly at this apparition. Block advanced, still firing. His ammo never seemed to run dry. A barrel of oil was struck with a bullet, and exploded, killing a few stealth troops.

The night soon became filled with schrapnel as more oil barrels were lit. The ground above the area buckled and heaved. Nearby, Hamburg landed the helicopter and disembarked, disapprovingly. He straightened his collar, and walked smartly towards the lip of the pit. A stealth troop, who had retreated around the edge of the room, emerged. Gently, so as not to alert the terrorist to the fact he was there, Hamburg backstabbed him. The body fell limply.

Block's Ares Shrike cut down the door out of the room and revealed a hallway filled with guards. They weren't camoflaged, but they opened fire with a plasma turret and that was enough for Block. Plasma did hurt him. He ducked, raised the Ares Shrike, and shot the tripod out from under the plasma turret. He then charged at the weapon, ignoring the cries of the terrorists, and scooped it up, dual wielding both the Ares Shrike and the turret. Hell sprayed everywhere. Walls literally bent under sheer waves of plasma or clouds of bullets. Behind Block, Hamburg and the rest of the Spectre Branch agents covered themselves as cartridges and shells fanned out from both weapons. The terrorists, now reduced to several smears on the floor, were silent. Block raised both weapons and fired at the door at the far end of the hall.

They charged through the door to find an army of terrorists waiting for them. These terrorists carried machine guns, rocket launchers, pistols, but overall they carried SMGs. Block, unfased, attacked. Hamburg slipped to the side while the carnage resumed, and crept up a pipe affixed to the wall. He then had a look at the arena of play, his highly strategic mind creating a battle plan.

A room with three screens in it, lined with pipes that lead to a glass room up top that is guarded by an automated turret and several snipers. Said snipers are perched on ledges above the glass room with AWP sniper rifles. So, the only logical course of action...

Block roared as the plasma cannon spat out deadly bolts of superheated fire. He advanced, swept his weaponry across the ranks, and watched as the bodies flew; then he did it again.

...is to waylay both snipers so they don't take out Block's vulnerable points. I shall commence the plan.

Hamburg stealthily crept up the pipe, closer and closer to the glass room. As he crept, he didn't look down. His tightrope instructor had urged him never to look down in a precarious situation. That was why he had won the 155th Annual Bloxburgian Tightrope Dodgeball Competition; he'd kept his head and the others didn't. He made it to the top of the pipe, and surveyed the upper wall for anything that was in the shadows he could climb on. Grooves in the wall, etched out by trickling water... he wrapped his fingers into them. They were slightly etched down, as to create miniature troughs. He began to climb.

Block's ammunition ran out for the Ares Shrike. He tossed it onto his back, and sprayed frantically with the plasma turret. Snatching a tripod from a freshly dead terrorist, he mounted the plasma turret onto the implement and kept firing. A spent cartridge of plasma rocketed out from the turret's exhaust, and hit an advancing terrorist on the nose.

The army was almost spent, when Block heard a roar. The terrorists fell silent.

Out of a large door, something stomped. It was huge, muscle-bound, and colored in garish shades of yellow, blue and green. The Alpha Noob bellowed its challenge.

"How'd that get in here?" asked an agent to Block. Block shrugged, and faced the monster resolutely. Their eyes met. Block's determined gray eyes locked onto the tiny black eyes of the Alpha Noob. A figure in armor stepped from behind the Alpha Noob's towering leg.

"Well, well," it said. "I expected Spectre Branch to come here... You know, we do have security cameras. Our budget allows for it, so why not?"

Block raised the plasma turret threateningly. The armored figure held out a hand. A flash came, and the turret exploded. Block was heaved back and crashed onto the floor.

Hamburg, who had finished his climb, watched in fascination from a shadow as the Alpha Noob, the armored newcomer, and the Spectre Branch agents faced each other in a ring of cowering terrorists. He reminded himself that he had a job to do, and set out. He was standing on a covered ledge, and had calculated his position so that the least amount of light would shine on him. He reached the edge of the ledge, which connected to the sniper platform. Taking out his knife, Hamburg threw it silently at the sniper. The man never even knew what him him. Hamburg assumed the sniper's position, and hefted the rifle.

The armored figure stopped between Block and the Alpha Noob. It... no, he laughed.

"You were expecting to come here and rescue your friend Namek," he gloated. "Decahedra, who is me, thought of that before you. Your plan has some holes you could drive a Vaktovian Badanov Cruiser through."

"We've still killed 'alf your terrorists," Block retorted. "Soon, you won't 'ave an army to fight wit'."

"Listen to him. The gorilla thinks he's intelligent, making sharp and witty deductions. How amusing." Decahedra laughed.

"What's a gorilla?"

Decahedra fell silent. "Never mind," he said.

Block unslung the Ares Shrike from his back. "'Ere's a deduction for you: you're screwed, mistah." Then he opened fire. The bullets created a glow around Decahedra, but they all bounced off leaving his armor somewhat scarred and pitted. They did seem to knock the wind out of the armored man somewhat, though.

"I'm not to be defeated-" Decahedra began. Block charged, rammed into Decahedra, and sent him into the Alpha Noob with enough force to knock them both back into a wall. The Alpha Noob left a large dent in said wall. Decahedra lay pinned underneath the Alpha Noob, and didn't move.

"Let's find der bomb links," Block said, and trudged away. The stage below the three screens was accessible by stairs, and Block traversed the stairs with ease.

Behind him, the Alpha Noob stirred. Hamburg, ever watchful, took aim down the scope and let loose with a bullet. The crack as it split the Alpha Noob's skull made Block turn. Hamburg waved down from the platform. While Block was occupied, Decahedra scrambled to his feet.

"Defuse the bombs if you want," he hissed. "You still won't win. This isn't all. I'll be back!" He summoned the remaining terrorists, and they escaped down the large hallway through which the Alpha Noob had come.

OOO

Outside the Council Building, the bouncer stood. He was nonchalantly sipping a Bloxy Cola, and wasn't expecting to see anybody. It was therefore a surprise to see Councilman Jacenman step smartly out of the doors.

"Where are you going sir?" he asked.

Jacenman looked over.

"We've gotten wind of some sort of terrorist developments in the Town of Robloxia," he explained. "I've got to get over there to help the ToRPD. Spread the word." He then walked over to his shiny green car, entered, and drove off down the road and out of sight.

The bouncer resumed drinking his Bloxy Cola. Strange fellow, Jacenman, but weren't they all?

OOO

Block tapped out an experimental line of code, and the last of the bombs was shut off.

"Dere we go," he said.

The screens turned red at that moment. Block looked at them in puzzlement. Then, a hissing noise sounded. A yellowish gas poured into the room from the roof. Where it touched the walls, they started to deteriorate. Hamburg, who was sitting on the sniper platform, took a leap off of it. He landed on all fours. The gas rapidly poured down towards the agents, who ran.

"Corroding gas!" Block shouted, as the stuff roiled down the corridor after them. The corroding gas hit a pipe protruding from the ceiling. A whoomph sounded from behind them, and then they were being chased by a fireball. Block sped up, and the agents matched his pace. Hamburg was way at the front, beckoning. They burst out of the pit, and moments later the fireball followed. One agent was caught up in the flames. He struggled to escape, but was already crumbling and dead before three seconds had rolled by.

"All respects to ya," muttered Block, and followed Hamburg to the helicopter.

As the vehicle rose off the ground, they became aware of a rumbling noise.

"What was that?"

Then, part of the ground slid away. Well, it slid away neatly, as though it was a secret door. It was, indeed, a secret hangar bay door, and out of it rose...

Block's mouth dropped open.

The vehicle was massive. It was a dull gunmetal gray, and was about the size of an asteroid. It was spherical, and on the North, South, East, and West sides of it there were thrusters that propelled it up. A large letter "A" was emblazoned on the side in white. Block clambered beside Hamburg in the pilot's seat.

"Intercept dat ship," he ordered. Hamburg nodded, turned the wheel, and swerved the helicopter to the side.

The helicopter closed in on the spherical ship.

"Fire torpedoes."

From the underside of the helicopter, two streaks shot out. They rocketed towards the sphere ship, and impacted with a flash of blue. There was quite a lot of smoke, but when it cleared...

"Nothing," Block growled.

"It vas not effective," observed Hamburg, concentrating more on piloting than on clever informative dialogue.

The sphere ship stopped in midair, turbos making it hover over the ground. Hamburg began to circle the sphere ship apprehensively. And then it began to fire back at the helicopter. Large shells streaked past.

"It's too powerful!" exclaimed Hamburg, swerving away and accelerating. Block agreed. They soared away. The sphere ship began to give chase.