Carlton was confused about three very important things. One: who was this guy and what kind of vendetta did he have against C87. Two: how did he find C87? They travelled so far off in South City from Capsule City to get here even Superman wouldn't be able to find them. Three: was this man going to hurt C87; a person he created, like a father.

" I died here and I died in a car crash. What does that mean?" C87 asked. The rich man returned C87's confused look with heathen laughter.

" You never did die. Neither did any of these other clones. We programmed you to think you were special. You were really a delinquent who never cared about anyone. Your own parents told you to leave them alone. The only friend you had was your older brother who was a lot like you. We found you and experimented on you. You possessed enough anger to full an entire army of clones. Each one possesses their own unique ability. You with your psychic abilities, D183 can do something special with his body. Show him, D183."

D183 obeyed the man's orders. His special ability, he transforms his hands into flesh axes and spins around with them. He gave Carlton and C87 quite the show. He fell from the prison into the sea. Carlton almost ran to the ledge to see D183 in action. C87 stopped him right when water splashed up. D183 then jump with his axe through a giant fish. His fingers stretched over the giant fish, his hands grow squishing the giant fish, and turning it into nothing but meat chunks doll size. D183 took a bite of the fish, grossing Carlton out.

" That's right. D183 is a much more upgraded model than you. His hands can break anything. He's the ultimate war machine. But he's just one of nine other models we created. With you that makes eleven. Just imagine eleven super soldiers running rampant in Capsule City. Black Storm will have complete control over everything."

Experiment this and machine that. It's all C87 ever heard about and he was getting sick of it. So what if he was different—everyone had their own different talents. No one knew C87, except the prisoner. C87 spun around and looked at the prisoner.

" You saw me here, right? I was in here?"

The prisoner was quiet. He was half-afraid of this D183 clone and also afraid of all those helicopters flying around outside. This information seemed important to C87, he was his friend, and as his friend that meant he would be honest with him. It had one thing to do with honesty and another to do with his memory. But when he looked at Brain's eyes he remembered the tiniest details.

" I remember. You were here. You use to say nothing mattered more than being the last one in Armageddon. You said those things only you were kind. You looked after me until you died. That man is an awful person who took you away. I told them you should be buried, but they said ' we study behaviour on criminal delinquents.' They probed your brain. I don't know what they were looking for. And once they finished looking at your brain, they took you away in a body bag."

" Dead or alive we are taking you back with us. D183, destroy this shoddy clone."

D183 transform his arms into two meat grinders. C87 tried using his powers to push D183 away. His powers didn't do anything against D183. It was the first time his powers didn't work, and he clamps onto C87's arms. He almost pulls him away, but Carlton appears and punches D183 in the face. That propels D183 into the wall.

" As bad as you were, this guy is much worse. I will help you."

C87 looked at Carlton. Carlton wasn't happy about his choice. He wasn't angry either. C87 knew he could trust him for that. The rich leader of Black Storm commanded the pilot.

" There's no profit from this one. Destroy him at all costs."

Carlton is shot in the back by the ship. The bullets left holes all over his back. C87 touches Carlton's face. Carlton was barely moving. His body, unlike a Saiyan's wasn't bullet proof. A tiny trick of tear shed out of C87's eye. C87 was interrupted by the leader's laugh.

" You know what they say, C87. Always work for the winning side. To me the only winning side is the one I'm playing on."

C87 gets mad and take out his sword. He charges at the man about to slice his head off. D183 jumps out of the wall, his hands transformed into a mace and punches C87. The mace pushes him to the wall.

C87 is under a stack of rubble. D183 transforms both his hands into a massive power drill as he prepares to dig through the rocks. Suddenly the rocks are pushed away and C87 emerges in a green aura.

D183 charges towards C87 with his hand transformed into a bludgeon. C87 uses his psychic abilities to push D183 away. Then he takes out his sword and slices off D183's left hand. D183 uses his powers to reform the lost hand.

" You are wasting your energy hurting D183," the leader said sounding well-composed and calm. " We were afraid of making too many soldiers with free will so we made the rest of them without brains. Without brains the body feels no pain, because without a brain their nothing but zombies. Zombies controlled by us and following our orders."

D183 grabs his own head and pulls it off. He shows the bottom of it to C87. It's just a hole of hollow darkness. He then puts the head back on his body and looks at the amazed C87.

" We thought a warrior that can calculate every move and learn to outsmart every enemy would advance our army. We were wrong. There's no such thing as learning from your enemy. If you can learn like the doctor says you can, you can beat D183 no problem."