LUCAS STOOD at a dining room table, looking at printed documents of the convict's murder splayed on it. He picked up different ones, reading them up.

He felt like he missed something and wanted to learn more, especially on why someone killed the convict. He confirmed his suspicions when he found a document detailing the bullet and the type of gun.

Lucas read the document closely and found that the bullet's source was completely untraceable and the gun was Soviet made. From all his research on Krei Tech, there had been no links with nations from Eurostralia or Russweden. He considered investigating the company further, but felt that there was still something fishy about the evidence, with or without the fact that the bullet was Soviet made. One thing he was certain about now was that Krei Tech was not responsible for the convict's murder.

He cursed as he walked across the room, stroking his chin and trying to think of his next course of action. He decided to get more evidence on the murder.

DR. CELLO and slim, raven-haired man were at a bowling alley. The man grabbed a bowling ball and looked at it.

"Did you know that ancient bowling balls were made of corn husks covered in leather and wrapped in string?" The man asked.

Dr. Cello looked at the man blankly.

"Remnants of them were made in ancient Egypt," The man said, "So primitive,"

"Sheldon, why should I care?" Dr. Cello asked.

"Because I am about to school you in the art of bowling," Sheldon said, doing things as he said them "Just take your position, focus on the target and take your shot,"

Sheldon focussed on the pins and sighed. He took his shot and the ball fell into a gutter. Dr. Cello raised an eyebrow.

"You know, that doesn't prove anything," Sheldon said, "I'm still right; Sir Flinders Petrie found objects in an ancient Egyptian tomb that were used in a crude form of bowling,"

"Watch," Dr. Cello said.

Dr. Cello grabbed a bowling ball and took his position. He smirked and Sheldon frowned. He took his shot and knocked down all the pins.

"Easy," Dr. Cello said, "Smarts don't make you good at sports,"

"I'm appalled at your abhorrent disinterest in my knowledge of history," Sheldon said, "What're you going to do when aliens create propaganda to enslave us and you don't remember your history?"

"Beat you at sports," Dr. Cello said.

"Well, I'll be the only human to lead the revolution while you'll be a slave to the aliens," Sheldon said.

Dr. Cello looked at him smugly.

"It doesn't change the fact that I'm smarter than you," Sheldon said.

Dr. Cello chuckled as Sheldon left the bowling alley and began to leave as well. He took a seat and untied his bowling shoes when he heard a familiar voice.

"Stephen, didn't think we'd find you here," Hiro said.

Hiro, GoGo, Honey Lemon, Dash, Wasabi, Clarisse, Fred and Cat entered the bowling alley in their bowling gear.

"You call me Dr. Cello, we aren't on a first name basis," Dr. Cello said sternly.

"Okay, fine," Hiro said slightly surprised.

"But you can call me Stephen if you want," Dr. Cello said happily.

"Wait, what?" Hiro said.

"Don't call me that," Dr. Cello said sternly.

Hiro blinked confusedly.

"Hi, what were you doing here?" Cat asked.

"Uh, bowling," Dr. Cello said.

"I thought you were a scientist," Cat said.

"Yeah, I am," Dr. Cello said.

"Then why are you in a bowling alley?" Cat asked, "I'm confused,"

"You can't prove that I was bowling, so why are you asking?" Dr. Cello asked.

"I thought you said you were bowling," Cat asked.

"Exactly, so what makes you think I was?" Dr. Cello asked.

"You're confusing me," Cat said.

"I've got my eye on you," Dr. Cello said, his voice filled with suspicion.

Cat furrowed her brows.

"Okay, let's pick teams," GoGo said.

GoGo walked up to the lane computer.

"What team names should we pick?" GoGo asked.

"Pink!" Cat shouted.

GoGo raised her eyebrow.

"What? It's cute," Cat said.

"Bears versus Tigers," GoGo said.

"Isn't that a little violent?" Cat asked.

GoGo ignored her.

"Okay," Cat said, "Don't say I didn't warn you about claw marks after the game,"

"How will there be claw marks?" Honey Lemon asked.

"You tell me," Cat said, "I didn't give our teams the names,"

"You know that bears are reptiles?" Dr. Cello asked.

"What?" Hiro asked.

"What?" Dr. Cello asked back, "You can't tell? They are very claustrophobic,"

"I thought bears were mammals," Cat said.

"We all thought that," Fred said, "But Dr. Cello is right; they can be more!"

"If they have a family?" Cat asked.

GoGo shook her head.

"Yeah," Fred said, "A family of super Croco-bears,"

Hiro walked away from Dr. Cello and Fred.

"Okay, so the Tigers are Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Fred –," GoGo tried to say when Fred interrupted.

"I wanna be part of the Bears," Fred said.

"Okay, you'll be part of the Be–,"

"No, make it Godzillas!" Fred said.

"There's only two teams," GoGo said.

"Why not make it four, huh?" Fred asked.

"That'd pointless," Hiro said.

"Oh, really?" Fred asked, "What about Hydra? I wanna be part of team Hydra,"

Clarisse looked at her watch impatiently and turned to Wasabi who folded his arms.

"Does this happen a lot?" Clarisse asked.

"Yup," Wasabi said with a sigh.

"Ho, boy," Clarisse said.

Dr. Cello stopped the argument.

"Let's stop arguing about teams," Dr. Cello said, "Let's all be part of the same team,"

"Then how's that a competition?" Hiro asked.

"You tell me; I'm on my way outta here," Dr. Cello said.

"I thought you said you were bowling," Cat said.

"Okay, I'm out," Clarisse said.

Clarisse left the bowling alley and Wasabi followed her.

"Well, they're gone, happy, Fred?" GoGo said angrily.

"Yes, now we can have a Megazords team as well," Fred said.

Dash held the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

"You killing the mood, dude," Dash said.

"Okay, sorry," Fred said, "I'll be quiet,"

"Okay, let's see," GoGo said, "Hiro, Dash and Fred will be the Bears and Honey Lemon, Cat and I will be the Tigers,"

"Cool," Fred said.

"Crap," Hiro said with a groan.

"What is it?" Fred asked.

"This is totally a trap, bro," Dash said.

"What? Afraid of losing to a girl?" GoGo asked.

"I'm afraid of winning," Hiro said.

"Oh, really?" GoGo asked smugly, "Let's see what you got,"

"Bring it," Hiro said.

"You guys go first," Dash said then whispered in Fred's ear, "While I try to figure out a way to get outta doing this,"

"Just speed off," Fred said.

"I could, but it'll just piss Honey off," Dash said.

Hiro grabbed a bowling ball and got in position. He held the bowling ball in front of his face and looked closely at the pins. He threw the ball and got a 7-10 split.

"Nice," Fred said.

"Way to go, Hiro!" Honey Lemon said.

Cat clapped excitedly and Dash groaned.

"Yeah, couldn't help myself," Hiro said.

Hiro walked passed GoGo who frowned as she went to grab a bowling ball. He walked passed Dr. Cello who was watching attentively.

"Uh, Dr. Cello?" Hiro called.

"Yeah?" Dr. Cello responded.

"You wanna play?" Hiro asked, though he did not want him to at all.

"Nah, I'm good," Dr. Cello said.

GoGo took her shoot and she missed the pins.

"What?" GoGo yelled angrily, "What a rip!"

GoGo walked away angrily as Dash went to pick up a bowling ball. He walked passed Hiro and spoke to him in a low tone.

"Dude, you should've taken a dive," Dash said.

"I didn't plan to win," Hiro said.

"Maybe you should plan to lose next time," Dash said.

"Sorry, ain't happening," Hiro said.

Dash looked at GoGo from the corner of his eye and she was fuming.

"Well, get ready for a long night," Dash said.

Dash walked picked up a bowling ball and went into position.

"He is right, you know," Dr. Cello said.

"Well, losing isn't easy," Hiro said, "Why don't you play?"

"'Cuz the teams will be uneven and I don't wanna stir up the storm you just brewed," Dr. Cello said, "Also, because I've got a meatloaf in the oven,"

"Why'd you leave it there?" Hiro asked.

"What, you think I'm insane? Why would anybody leave a meatloaf in the oven and go out to a bowling alley," Dr. Cello said.

"You just said you did," Hiro said.

"And I will, right after I finished oxidizing this watermelon," Dr. Cello said.

Hiro got confused.

"That's a cup of coffee," Hiro said.

"Says you," Dr. Cello said, taking a sip of coffee, "I wonder where these pop up from,"

"Uh, you buy them," Hiro said.

"Why? Did the MPAA find my collection of cow stickers," Dr. Cello said.

"How and why in the hell would the MPAA do that?" Hiro said.

"That's what I'm saying," Dr. Cello said, "What with them always coming to make you pay on your mortgage?"

"That's a bank," Hiro said.

"NASA'S ripping off Microsoft?" Dr. Cello asked, "Well, somebody should sue, like KFC or something,"

Hiro furrowed his eyebrows and folded his arms, looking at Dr. Cello in confusion.

"What?" Hiro asked.

"Hey, it's your turn, Hiro," Fred called.

"Just skip my turn," Hiro said absentmindedly and turned to Dr. Cello, "How'd we go from talking about bowling, to watermelons and then NASA?"

"We are the world!" Dr. Cello began singing.

"Stop singing!" Hiro said.

"Yeah, I hated that TV show," Dr. Cello said.

"That was a song!" Hiro said, his frustration building.

"Which is why the internet is better than a motorcycle?" Dr. Cello asked.

Hiro frowned, failing to follow what Dr. Cello was saying.

"Come on, Hiro, it's your turn," GoGo said.

"I gotta get going too," Dr. Cello said, "My favourite show's on,"

Hiro quickly picked up a bowling ball, got into position and got a perfect strike without paying attention. The guys cheered, except for Dash who groaned and GoGo who was getting fuming.

"He's really good," Cat said, "Way better than I am,"

"How? You did the exact same thing, only you were singing about ducks," Honey Lemon said.

"I know, aren't they cute?" Cat asked.

Hiro followed Dr. Cello out of the building and tried to understand what he was saying. No matter how much he tried, he could not get him to stay on topic and by the time they were out the door, he had a headache.

"Are you doing this just to piss me off?" Hiro asked.

"Doing what?" Dr. Cello asked.

"Saying this random crap all the time," Hiro said.

"What? Me, saying random stuff just to piss you off?" Dr. Cello asked playing dumb, "No, no way,"

Hiro furrowed his brow as he looked at him.

"Well, see you tomorrow," Dr. Cello said.

"Yeah," Hiro said, scratching his head in confusion.

Hiro went back into the bowling alley and Dr. Cello entered the parking lot. Sheldon stood in front of his car, waiting for him.

"I am very cross with you," Sheldon said angrily.

HIRO WALKED to his house and he was exhausted. Wasabi and Clarisse ditched the guys at the bowling alley and they all had to walk home, except for Dash who ran Honey Lemon to her place.

The night was not as fun as he had intended and he had wished he took Dash's advice to take a dive. It was not fun arguing with GoGo the whole time and neither was the walk home. Even if he had tried to lose, it would be difficult with GoGo's lack of aim. It baffled him how she was able to hit her targets in battle, but not at all in a game, least of all in darts. On a similar note, it confused Hiro more and more how Dr. Cello is a renowned physicist. He shook his head and just wanted to go home and rest.

Hiro reached a corner in across from his house and saw Aunt Cass's truck pull up to the driveway. He crossed the road and walked up to her as she disembarked.

"Oh, hey, honey," Aunt Cass said, "You have fun?"

"Yeah, sorta," Hiro said, "You went somewhere?"

"Just went to pick up stuff for the café," Aunt Cass said.

"Okay, I'll help you out," Hiro said.

Hiro and Aunt Cass picked up boxes from the back of the truck and walked up to the café. They entered the building and found a box of doughnuts on the table.

"That's odd," Aunt Cass said.

"What is?" Hiro asked.

"I don't remember leaving doughnuts on a table," Aunt Cass said as she placed her box on a table.

"Maybe you forgot it there," Hiro said, placing his box on a table.

Aunt Cass walked up to the box of doughnuts and recognized the name of the bakery.

"Oh, heh, silly me; I ordered these earlier," Aunt Cass said.

"For the café? 'Cuz that's way too little for the café," Hiro said.

"No, it's for me. I gotta eat sometimes," Aunt Cass said.

"Well, I'd like one then," Hiro said.

Hiro walked up to Aunt Cass and she reached to open the box. A 'click' sound came from the box the moment she touched it.

"What was that?" Aunt Cass asked.

"I dunno," Hiro said.

Aunt Cass opened the box and cocked her head when she looked inside.

"What's this?" Aunt Cass asked.

"Oh no," Hiro said fearfully.

Inside the box was a black and red Kabuki mask. Hiro turned the mask over and found a bomb underneath it.

"Crap," Hiro said.

"What's going on?" Aunt Cass asked.

Baymax tumbled down the stairs and smacked against a wall.

"Baymax?" Hiro said in confusion.

Baymax rolled to his feet, transformed into his battle gear and flew up to Hiro and Aunt Cass. He grabbed them and flew out the window as the bomb exploded.

Baymax landed on the sidewalk, holding Hiro and Aunt Cass in his arms. He got to his feet and placed them on the sidewalk. Aunt Cass walked slowly toward the café, which was now on fire.

"Oh my God," Hiro said.

"I sensed that you were in distress and came down and I saw the bomb," Baymax said, "I am sorry for your loss,"

Aunt Cass simply stood in front of the café and Hiro walked up to her.

"Aunt Cass? You okay?" Hiro asked.

"All that hard work," Aunt Cass said, a tear rolling down her cheek, "All those years. I've …,"

"Aunt Cass," Hiro said, holding her hand.

Aunt Cass wept bitterly and fell on her knees, covering her face with her hands. Hiro knelt beside her and hugged her. He tried to console her, but nothing helped.

Baymax walked up to the café and held out his hand. A hole opened in his palm and he sucked the air out of the building, putting out the fire. It was too little too late and most of the furniture in it was already burnt.

HIRO, AUNT Cass, Mochi and Baymax entered a small motel room. There were too beds and the entire room had insipid colours of brown and beige. It was a little run-down, but it was all they could afford at the moment.

Aunt Cass walked up to a window. She held Mochi closely to her chest as she looked outside. She had been silent the entire time since the cops came and when they got themselves a room at the motel.

She placed her hand on the window and looked outside solemnly. Hiro held her hand.

"Aunt Cass," Hiro said.

Aunt Cass did not respond.

"Look …, I know we've lost a lot, but at least the rest of the house's still standing," Hiro said, "We're gonna get through this,"

She still did not respond.

"Aunt Ca –,"

"I've lost everything, Hiro," Aunt Cass said.

"It's not over," Hiro said, "We could ask Fred, I'm sure he'd love to help us out –,"

"It's not that, Hiro," Aunt Cass said, "You remember your uncle George?"

"I remember," Hiro said.

"Good man, he always said that we'd be rich someday," Aunt Cass said, "He said that every day as he went to work and he told me that he'd get me the huge restaurant I'd always wanted. The café was a little bit smaller than I wanted, but it was a good start. You should've seen him, Hiro; he worked as hard as he could, taking night shifts and overtime at his little job and he finally got me the café. He bought everything there himself, but wanted me to specially pick out the furniture with him. He said that I was better at interior decorating than he was and so we went out and bought all the tables and chairs,"

A lump formed in her throat and she started crying again. Hearing her cry made Hiro miserable and he thought he would never hear it gain since Tadashi died.

"When he died, I visited his grave every day …, I couldn't take it," Aunt Cass said, her voice becoming hoarse, "You mother told me it was unhealthy and I needed to move on. I did and I decided to get rid of everything that reminded me of him. I still couldn't forget him. You know how you've told me that we should get a better place?"

"Yeah," Hiro said.

"And I said that we couldn't afford it?" Aunt Cass asked.

"Yeah, I remember," Hiro said.

"Well, I could afford it then, but I couldn't let go of the house," Aunt Cass said, "George and I bought it and the café and it was the last thing we had together. I've been trying to forget him, but he still lingers there in the back of mind. I got Mochi because he always talked about how his parents never let him have a pet and that he loved cats,"

Aunt Cass shook her head and wiped a tear off her face.

"You'll never love anyone like the first, Hiro," Aunt Cass said.

She could not talk anymore as it continued to burn in her. Hiro directed her to sit and consoled her.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Cass, I know it hurts a lot," Hiro said, "But, you need to let go of Uncle George,"

"How? He was everything to me," Aunt Cass said.

"Tadashi was the last member of my family and now he's dead," Hiro said, "I know it's hard, but you need to move on. It will only hurt if you keep holding on to him,"

"I've lost everything, Hiro; I can't do it," Aunt Cass said.

"You've got me," Hiro said, "You know, we've both lost stuff, maybe we've got something in common,"

Aunt Cass smiled slightly, tears still flowing.

"That's not funny," Aunt Cass said, smiling and wiping her tears.

"We're gonna be fine, trust me," Hiro said.

"Okay," Aunt Cass said with a nod.

Hiro smiled at Aunt Cass.

LUCAS WALKED up to his PC, sat down and turned it on. He hacked into SFIT's archives and looked at the student logs. He found an entry of Hiro Hamada and looked up the course he was taking. After some digging, he found the lab Hiro was in at Ito Ishioka Robotics Lab and got its schematics.

DR. CELLO was working late that night in his lab at SFIT as he was making some progress in his particle accelerator. He stretched and decided to get some coffee.

He left his lab and heard someone walking in the hall. He assumed it may have been Hiro or Wasabi and decided he would stop by and say 'hi'.

Dr. Cello headed to the 'Nerd Lab' and entered it.

"Hey, what're you doing here so –,"

He frowned as he saw the Crimson Phantom in the Lab. The Phantom turned to Dr. Cello who walked up to him.

"What're you doing here?" Dr. Cello asked.

The Crimson Phantom did not respond and stared him down.

"You don't want to talk?" Dr. Cello asked.

The Crimson Phantom threw a kick at Dr. Cello, who rolled under it. He kicked the Phantom, causing him to fall out the door and into the hallway. He followed him as he fell.

Dr. Cello threw two punches at the Phantom who weaved through them and punched him in the gut. Dr. Cello threw a kick at the Phantom who weaved through it; leg swept him and hit him with a palm thrust in mid air. He slid back on the floor and flipped to his feet.

The Crimson Phantom threw a roundhouse kick and Dr. Cello dodged and backhanded him. The Phantom kicked Dr. Cello in the side and he grabbed his leg as he did. Dr. Cello punched the Phantom and slammed him on the ground. He punched Dr. Cello and kicked him away, rolling to his feet.

Dr. Cello threw two punches and the Crimson Phantom blocked them. He continued with two kicks and the Phantom pushed the first away and weaved through the second. Dr. Cello threw three rapid punches and the Phantom swiftly blocked them with one arm. He kicked away Dr. Cello's arm, spun and kicked him in the head.

"You've become weak," The Crimson Phantom said.

Dr. Cello got to his feet and wiped blood from his mouth. The Crimson Phantom ran up to him.

Dr. Cello threw a punch at the Crimson Phantom who kicked his arm away, punched him in the face and gut and gave him two spinning roundhouse kicks, knocking him off his feet. He spat out blood and struggled to get to get on one knee.

"Stay down; I don't want to kill you," The Crimson Phantom said.

Dr. Cello got to his feet.

"I said stay down!" The Crimson Phantom said.

He kicked Dr. Cello in the gut. He groaned and turned over on the floor.

"Stay out of my way," The Crimson Phantom said.

The Crimson Phantom walked away and Dr. Cello struggled to sit up. The Phantom walked past the 'Nerd Lab' and tossed a bomb inside. It exploded and he disappeared in the smoke.

Dr. Cello recognized the Phantom's voice.

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