After he had woke back up, Butch could do nothing. He couldn't even move. The straps were tightened. His bandages were removed from his arm, and he could see the tons of stitches in his arm, though by now, the painkilling narcotics had started wearing off and it was getting more and more agonizing by the minute. He saw Mojo come over with a scalpel and some electronic device on a metal tray. He saw the surgical knife touch his stitches. He began to cut them off. As they fell apart, the green boy gritted his teeth in agony. His arm throbbed in pain, wondering what his father was doing. All stitches gone, all that remained was the huge opening in his muscle from where the pole had impaled him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Butch questioned fearfully as Mojo showed the metallic device. It had a lot of wires dangling from it though it did look very well made for whatever it was meant to do.
"This… is one of four devices I'm going to implant around your body. Once in, you should obey my commands with ease. After those are in, we'll begin on more heavy duty upgrades," Mojo explained. Thus he began attaching wires to parts of his son's muscles. It made him scream in agony. If it was only the first, he dreaded to think where the other three similar electronics were going to go in his body. He felt like he was being more treated like a robot. He didn't like the sound of being converted to a robot. If he got a chance at all, he would rip this stuff out of him.
Brick was flying as fast as he could. He wished he had more energy right now. All he had fuelling him and keeping him going right now was knowing his brother was in danger. He had arrived to the exact destination he had split up from Boomer to check out. From what Brick could see, it was mostly abandoned factories. He was annoyed immediately, knowing it would take a short time to search them all. He wanted to blow them up, but that was too dangerous right now. He landed in front of the first building before forcing his way inside by breaking the door down to begin one of his dozen searches.
The red ruff growled, not seeing anything. It was just an abandoned factory like any other in this town. His plan was if something happened to him, his brother Boomer would come save him. He really wondered how half the town was employed if he kept stumbling into abandoned facilities like this. His thoughts pondered off when he found something lying on the ground. It was a hospital admittance bracelet. It's all familiar name was written on the bracelet.
"He's been here… Butch!" the orange haired boy shouted desperately. The only response he heard was from his own echo. Butch really was here alright. He was ready to start ripping the general area apart. He didn't care for the consequences of doing this. He rubbed his forehead before hearing a loud clank on the metallic floor. His red eyes scanned the abandoned area he was in. From what he could see in, the darkness was nothing but a bunch of shut down equipment, though his head stopped, turning midway when he realized that he had not paid enough attention, realizing that one of the machines was an oversized robot that looked smooth in design and decent in size. He recognized it easily. Its eyes glowed blue in the dark.
"You're the piece of junk my dad was working on months ago. I thought you'd be bigger," Brick spoke. He watched it reel back, seeing no current weapons equipped on it. He was amazed it had been finished since his brother had broken half of it before they left. The metallic behemoth threw a punch his way. He jumped over it, firing his heat vision, blasting it in the head. Those weird glowing blue eyes switched to a red colour. It grabbed his leg, its grip being strong and tight. Brick punched the metal hand, but it hurt his knuckles, making them ache, but it forced it to release Brick. He spun around, kicking it in the head, making it jerk back. Before he could react again, the red ruff got punched hard, being sent flying across the room and slamming on his back to a conveyor belt.
"I am going to rip your head off!" Brick roared, his hands ripping out part of the conveyor belt. He threw it at his opponent, but the robot smacked it aside mid-air before beginning to charge at the young boy. The sound of its overweight footsteps stamping the ground boomed, its arms raised overhead and swung downward. Brick dashed aside, a red streak of light shining behind him. He watched from behind as the robot left huge imprints on the floor from its metallic knuckles. The ruff noticed something, though. An all too familiar injury to one of the robot's legs. He recalled seeing it crash in the wall, because Butch had damaged it, and judging by the size of the dent, not much time had been spent repairing it. Brick decided to try and go all out on the injury.
Brick lunged at the robot from behind. Before it could react, he collided with the dent fists, first hearing the sound of compacted metal. The behemoth robot fell over, having to stop itself with one arm. He grinned knowing, it couldn't do anything now. He flew high up before he stopped near the ceiling, and he fired his heat vision at its back, super heating it. He dove back down with a crushing kick, smashing it to the floor, watching nuts and bolts go flying everywhere with sparks of electricity. Brick was panting, looking at its defeated scraps of his enemy.
"Worthless hunk of junk," the red ruff panted. He was drained, starting to realize he had a new bruise on his face, his bandage being knocked off during the fight. He didn't have time to take a break. Whatever happened to him, he had to just hope Boomer could catch up if he failed. Brick was still angry and the robot alone told him more than well that this area was being guarded for a reason. He began his search to try and find Butch.