Note: Next part here! A small confession: I'd give anything to go back and rewrite this entire thing because I look over it and see problems galore. From things that don't serve any purpose to the overly lengthy drabble that were some chapters (I am so, SO sorry you all had to sit through that), I would give anything to go back and redo it all, yet I know well that would only put things on hold and then I'd REALLY never get anything done. And then, I'm super paranoid about executing things properly. Cause while this work IS inspired by others, I want it to be its own unique thing and take.

With that, even if it may be things that'll be planned in the future, please allow me to know what you'd perhaps like to see in the future, and if there is anything I missed, via an error, name misplacement, and/or anything else you'd like to see improved.

Also, Mega Man is going to be seen through the eyes of one he's become acquainted with, he in turn relating some things to himself that they share, as well as his own attributes that both conform and seem to defy the usual expectations of AI programming.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Hijack Part 2

Mega Man © of Capcom

He adjusted his hat as the three made their way into the warehouse, the sight of others walking around and doing their assigned tasks already making him anxious. Still, they had come this far. They, or rather, he, couldn't quit now.

"Hey, Theo!" the man looked to see a blonde bearing the same uniform a he, a simple jumpsuit and cap of brown and dull green, approach him.

"Ah, hey, Mike." Theo greeted. "That hunk of metal going to be taken tonight?"

"Yeah." Mike answered. "It's to be delivered to another warehouse in Brooklyn. You up for it?" the blonde man was somewhat off put when he didn't get an answer. "Theo?"

"O-Oh! Y-Yeah! Sure thing! Yeah. Charged up and everything!"

"Well…good to know." Mike replied, still eyeing the other man curiously. "Speaking of, how's Chelsea been? You know, since the…"

"Oh, she's been fine, just fine!" the brunette-haired man exclaimed, seemingly rather eager to get onto another subject. "She's gotten back in school and is catching up on her studies. Thank God for her friend, Alvin!"

"Alvin?"

"Yeah, Alvin. You know, the Mayor's son?"

"…I think you mean Alan."

"Oh. Well…yeah. Guess I do."

Mike quirked a brow. "Well…I've got to get back to loading this lot over here," he gestured to a rather large supply of packaged goods being loaded into one of the delivery trucks. "So, see you later."

"Y-Yeah! See you later…I guess…" Theo called back as the other man went away, waiting until he was out of his line of sight before looking out of the large, open door that led to the interior of this particular storage space. "Ok, I think it's safe to come in."

From the outside, two figures scanned their cards on the keypad outside, allowing them to be registered and they stepped inside, garbed in the same uniform as Theo.

"So," the other man of the party of three spoke up, his blonde hair hidden underneath his cap. "You know which vehicle it's contained in?"

Theo nodded. "And Hilbert's going to be the one loading it in."

The woman, red-head and with said hair tied in a low hanging, long ponytail, quirked a brow. "You sure he can pull this off?"

"Trust me. He can." Theo answered, though it was certain that there was doubt in his voice.

"He had better." The blonde told him directly. "Lest this entire thing be busted. Then we'd all be in for a world of shit. Especially you."

Theo gulped at this, yet felt a hand on his shoulder, the woman having come to his side. "Think of what is to come. What we shall do." Theo then steadied his breath, the sight of her eyes calming him.

Indeed, they could do this. Everything was in place. Now all that was left was to wait for the opportune time.

Then…then the real challenge began.


"I'm telling you; they weren't there!" an African American man yelled, slamming his fists on the counter.

The blonde woman behind the glass was somewhat startled, yet managed to keep her cool, running a hand through her bob cut. "Sir, please, conduct yourself. This IS a proper establishment after all."

"The name's not 'sir', and you know well it's not 'sir'! I've been here for five years and- "

"All right, all right, Rich." Another man with the African American spoke up, coming forward, this man Caucasian with shaggy, brown hair atop his head. "Clara-"

"Miss Clara." The woman cut in. "Now, when did your uniforms go missing?"

"MISS Clara," the Caucasian sighed. "They went missing yesterday. When we went to get them from the wash, they were short two."

"Not to mention, both of our IDs were swiped as well!" The African American, Rich, interjected angrily.

"Maybe you misplaced them." Clara suggested, clearly growing irritated. Normally, she'd be far more amiable, yet her insomnia was beginning to rear its ugly head again, and, well, it was always a mood killer.

"Sorry, but we both kept ours in our lockers." The man confirmed.

"Me and Tom here ALWAYS remember to place them back in." The African American, 'Rich', stated confidently. "Unless someone broke in, there's not WAY that they could've been taken."

"Then…" Clara started to begin to suggest another potential suggestion yet paused. And thought. "How…hypothetically, would someone go about doing that?"

Both Richard and Thomas paused as well, pondering Clara's question. Indeed, how WOULD someone go about doing such a thing? "Only thing I can think of is screwing around with the lock until they managed to get in."

"Or actually watch and see what the combination was." Richard suggested. "Which means…"

"Someone here might be the culprit."

Indeed, it seemed to be leaning that way. Question was, who? And better yet, why?

North Dakota,

Killdeer Mountains

His soulful, turquoise eyes gazed upward at the starlit abyss above, arms folded over his chest as a light breeze made the feathers in his headdress dance and sway with its motions. Oh, how he adored nights such as these. True, he and Mr. Olson were far from done with anything yet, what with the regular work at the historical society and not to mention the WRA (of which his creator has yet to inform Kobayashi that time was of the essence), yet such things seemed to be worlds, no, galaxies away whenever he took a moment to survey the night sky.

And not just that, the rolling hills that composed of Killdeer Mountains served as the perfect backdrop. The way the earth itself dipped and rose, seemingly at random, yet Tomahawk Man believed it not so. Though he could not see it up front, there was some sort of pattern, some grand design in the formation of this land. After all, there were patterns and orders everywhere, especially in that of nature. True, they could not be immediately discerned, yet one could see the hints that there are, that they are perhaps standing right in the middle of it, as the Robot Master currently was.

A low sigh escaped him, yet the anticipation couldn't be kept down. He and Olson were to be traveling soon. Yes, it was to meet with the rest of those in the WRA, as well to confirm with the countries' government regarding their entry into the WRA. True, it would be a slow start, AND it all depended on the cooperation and willingness of said governments, yet given what the world had seen regarding Wily, surely the idea would appeal to them to some degree. Yet that wasn't exactly what Tomahawk Man was looking forward to, selfish as it might've been on his part. The eventual necessity of exploration and taking in a variety of new sights and sounds nearly drove his processor mad with anticipation. And then, a thought came to him

He pondered if perhaps Mega Man himself ever felt such a way. Which then led to reminiscing about their conversation in Washington regarding the history of the Anacortes. As well as the Blue Bomber's peculiar programming regarding the intake of information.

It was something he had heard of, yet such a thing was still highly experimental and scarcely used. And it did puzzle Tomahawk Man a bit. After all, though it was a curious thing to him, would it not be better to simply have such information stored in one's databanks already? Then again, Dr. Light was a curious one. There was one time he even tried to set up a university for robots alone. Granted, it was a bust, thanks to Wily (of course), yet it served as an interesting experiment. Truth be told, the Native-based robot would've liked to have seen it. The 'student's' at said university had been reassigned to other roles, though were to, he did not know.

Maybe to a Scrap…no. No, don't think of it. Especially now. Back on his previous train of thought.

Anyway, if he held programming like that, then surely it would be interesting when he would come along to meet with the other members, or the soon to be members. After all, he WAS part of the WRA now, it'd only be right. And, well, unlike himself, Tomahawk was curious as to what the azure machine's reaction would be to such things. Virgin knowledge…something rather foreign to him.

Then again, there were some things he regarded as somewhat foreign as well, though to him, it felt as natural as the cords worming their way throughout his entire being.

The land of this place…it didn't belong to him, not really. It was a land that belonged to Mr. Olson, the very blood of those that trekked these mountains flowed through his veins, in comparison to the oil that flowed through his. And yet…and yet, was it not he, Tomahawk Man, that held the prestige of being the head and face of the historical society here? Was it not he that presented both his creator's knowledge, let alone his heritage for all to see? And while it was not his land, it very well might have been. At least, he liked to think so. After all, was his very appearance due to the very people that once called this land home? And without them, he would not exist.

Saying it aloud, it sounded strange, he would admit. Yet…there was something there. He couldn't place it, yet it was there. A…link of sorts. Based on more than simple data in his processor.

And yet another thought concerning the Blue Bomber.

Wondering if he could perhaps relate.

New York City

Above North and South Brother Islands

He couldn't go, yet that didn't mean he couldn't fly over.

It was sort of a shame, given that the island proved to be quite the retreatment spot for him. Still, a small cruise through the night sky always proved to be refreshing.

'Wonder if Tomahawk Man's stargazing right now.'

It was somewhat surprising that the other Robot Master came to his mind just then, yet it also then became surprising that, in the past few months, he had Robot Masters that didn't want his head. It was bizarre, yet all the same, welcoming. The whole thing with his now official status as a member of the WRA was something of an adjustment. It was certainly…different, being part of a group, or as Roll said, a 'Justice League' or 'Avengers' (of which she seemed to INSIST on calling it). It was sort of…nice in a way. He believed that he liked it.

Just as long as his function could be fulfilled. Not that he feared his 'thunder' would be stolen, but still…

"Hm?"

He had just seen it in the corner of his eye, yet below, along the road by the East River, yet there were two vehicles, eighteen wheelers to be exact, driving by each other, back to back, keeping as steady pace with each other. Going rather slow and holding up traffic. And while he could've been wrong, it seemed that the vehicles' movements were rather…deliberate.

It was perhaps too early to gauge, yet if anything in the past months had taught him anything, anything relating to his 'intuition' needed to be investigated. Expect the worst after all. Maneuvering Rush closer to where they were approaching land from above, Mega Man made sure to keep a high altitude and hide himself away from any potential, prying eyes.

It was perhaps nothing. Or…perhaps not.

Note: Confrontation begins next chapter. Also, there will be some Time Man and Kalinka in the next chapter, the latter regarding another particular individual that'll be expanded upon later. Anyhow, let me know if this was to your liking, what you would like to see in the future/more of, and I hope to see you all soon!