Project Zero- Part 2
The Tokyo National Bank opened its doors, it was a nice, sunny, breezy day. "Ah... how I love
the smell of new money in the morning..." a dark figure seated in the front seat of a black
humvee said. The license plate said "NOTREUS." "Ok, so first we take the tissue paper, then ask
for the lollipops?" "Yeah, but ask for the lollipops first, I'm kinda hungry." "You're the boss."
"Ok, it's that old guy again, is the tunnel ready??" "Yeah, Phantom and Jailbait are already at
their posts, and 4-eyez is in the surveillance van, he says there's no cops for miles." "Ok, you
ready?" "Yeah, but before we go Strike, I just got one question?" "Ask." "Well, when you said we
were gonna rob a bank... I thought you meant for money." "Money?! Ha! We're the world famous hip-
hop team Notorious! We make more money than the Wu-Tang Clan!! We just rob banks for kicks!"
"Yeah um... so, can I at least take a coin?" "Fine, fine... if you find it on the floor." "Ok!
Let's go!" Instantly Strike and his unnamed accomplice put their plan into action, using an
underground tunnel dug by two more team members, Phantom and Jailbait, they were able to sneak
into the supplies room and take as many lollipops, tissue paper, and styrofoam cups and plates
as they pleased! "Oh man, this is heaven!" Strike exclaimed. "Just think! We woulda had to spend
money to buy these things, but look! The bank has a whole bunch for free!" "Yeah ok Strike, but
um... can we like go now?" asked his accomplice, who was also giving him a weird look. Suddenly
the sound of police sirens surprised them, and that's when they noticed the security camera on
the ceiling.
Heat stepped into La Guardia airport. It was huge and there were so many people rushing here
and there. "Heh... so this is the 'Big Apple' eh? Oof!" A familiar fiugre bumped into him, and
an unmistakable blonde mohawk caught his eye. "Sorry, I need to find my dad- Heat?!" the gas-
masked figure seemed surprised. "I didn't expect to see you here so early, I mean you ARE one to
make a grand entrance. "Yeah... well nice to see you too Gas-O." "Hehe, yeah, I haven't seen you
since the first tournament!" "Oh yeah huh? How come you weren't in te second one?" "Well, I sorta
had this um.... 'incident' with my dad, and um... I didn't have the will to dance for a while, but
after hitting a few raves I was feeling good again, but by then you had won." "I see..." "Yeah,
but my dad entered though, I think he was looking for me." "Oh really? I don't think I've met him
bef-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" a scream broke up their conversation, and a greenish zombie creature
was walking down the escalator, onlookers gawked, screamed, and ran out of it's way. "THE UMBRELLA
CORPORATION DOES EXIST! THE G-VIRUS IS REAL! AAAAAHH!! SOMEONE CALL S.T.A.R.S.!" yelled a well-
dressed businessman, minutes before running into a pole while running in fear. "Oh geez, sorry to
break up our conversation, but that's my dad." "Th... that... that's... your... dad?" "Yep, I'll
explain later." "That... that's your... d... da... dad?" Heat was speechless, he couldn't see a
resemblance, oh well, he figured, maybe he shouldn't tell Gas-O about that green freak that threw
its head at him and alomost bit him during the tournament. "Geez, that is one WEIRD family..."
Gas-O came back with his father in tow, now covered in a trench-coat and hat, well, the hat wasn't
really on his head, more like hanging off the end of an axe embedded in it. "Heat, meet my dad...
Bi-O!" "Um... nice to meet you... Mr... Bi-O." "Nice to meet you too Heat, hey, are you one of
my son's homies?" "Oh geez... please dad, don't try to be cool, you're embarassing me." "Hey, do
you think you could tell my son to take off his gas mask? I've forgotten what his face looks like."
"Daaaaaaaaad! I told you I can't take it off in public!" "Okay son, whatever you say..." "Say Heat,
where are you stayin?" "Hmm... I haven't really decided yet..." "Say son, we could give him one of
our rooms, there ARE two beds per room after all..." "Hm... sounds good, but..." "But what?" "Heat,
well, in our family to get a reward, ya gotta earn it." "Um... ok... what do I have to do?" "You're
gonna have to beat my son here in a battle." "Yeah sure no prob..." "You sure Fireboy? I've gotten
better since our last battle." "Heh... just set a time and place... and I'll meet you there." "Ok,
right here... right now..."
"Yaawwwn..." "SLAM!" Frida shut the door of her car. The junkyard had always been a good place for
her to hang out, there were a lot of metal sculptors that hung out in this area, and sometimes she
would meet her friend Menace, a tagger/graffiti artist here, and she would watch him tag his name
on trains and walls in the subway and other places. "Hmm... looks empty today... I guess everyone
is working on their pieces for the arts expo... wait a sec... what is THAT?!" She saw a huge golden
hand sticking out of a pile of junk... "WHOA! that looks awesome!" Cautiously, she stepped on the
hand, she saw a "Z" symbol on it. "Hey... could this be... Robo-Z... Gold?" Suddenly the hand flew
up, throwing Frida up in the air as well... "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she screamed as she was falling, right
onto the conveyor belt leading to the trash compactor... which was functioning...
The Tokyo National Bank opened its doors, it was a nice, sunny, breezy day. "Ah... how I love
the smell of new money in the morning..." a dark figure seated in the front seat of a black
humvee said. The license plate said "NOTREUS." "Ok, so first we take the tissue paper, then ask
for the lollipops?" "Yeah, but ask for the lollipops first, I'm kinda hungry." "You're the boss."
"Ok, it's that old guy again, is the tunnel ready??" "Yeah, Phantom and Jailbait are already at
their posts, and 4-eyez is in the surveillance van, he says there's no cops for miles." "Ok, you
ready?" "Yeah, but before we go Strike, I just got one question?" "Ask." "Well, when you said we
were gonna rob a bank... I thought you meant for money." "Money?! Ha! We're the world famous hip-
hop team Notorious! We make more money than the Wu-Tang Clan!! We just rob banks for kicks!"
"Yeah um... so, can I at least take a coin?" "Fine, fine... if you find it on the floor." "Ok!
Let's go!" Instantly Strike and his unnamed accomplice put their plan into action, using an
underground tunnel dug by two more team members, Phantom and Jailbait, they were able to sneak
into the supplies room and take as many lollipops, tissue paper, and styrofoam cups and plates
as they pleased! "Oh man, this is heaven!" Strike exclaimed. "Just think! We woulda had to spend
money to buy these things, but look! The bank has a whole bunch for free!" "Yeah ok Strike, but
um... can we like go now?" asked his accomplice, who was also giving him a weird look. Suddenly
the sound of police sirens surprised them, and that's when they noticed the security camera on
the ceiling.
Heat stepped into La Guardia airport. It was huge and there were so many people rushing here
and there. "Heh... so this is the 'Big Apple' eh? Oof!" A familiar fiugre bumped into him, and
an unmistakable blonde mohawk caught his eye. "Sorry, I need to find my dad- Heat?!" the gas-
masked figure seemed surprised. "I didn't expect to see you here so early, I mean you ARE one to
make a grand entrance. "Yeah... well nice to see you too Gas-O." "Hehe, yeah, I haven't seen you
since the first tournament!" "Oh yeah huh? How come you weren't in te second one?" "Well, I sorta
had this um.... 'incident' with my dad, and um... I didn't have the will to dance for a while, but
after hitting a few raves I was feeling good again, but by then you had won." "I see..." "Yeah,
but my dad entered though, I think he was looking for me." "Oh really? I don't think I've met him
bef-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!" a scream broke up their conversation, and a greenish zombie creature
was walking down the escalator, onlookers gawked, screamed, and ran out of it's way. "THE UMBRELLA
CORPORATION DOES EXIST! THE G-VIRUS IS REAL! AAAAAHH!! SOMEONE CALL S.T.A.R.S.!" yelled a well-
dressed businessman, minutes before running into a pole while running in fear. "Oh geez, sorry to
break up our conversation, but that's my dad." "Th... that... that's... your... dad?" "Yep, I'll
explain later." "That... that's your... d... da... dad?" Heat was speechless, he couldn't see a
resemblance, oh well, he figured, maybe he shouldn't tell Gas-O about that green freak that threw
its head at him and alomost bit him during the tournament. "Geez, that is one WEIRD family..."
Gas-O came back with his father in tow, now covered in a trench-coat and hat, well, the hat wasn't
really on his head, more like hanging off the end of an axe embedded in it. "Heat, meet my dad...
Bi-O!" "Um... nice to meet you... Mr... Bi-O." "Nice to meet you too Heat, hey, are you one of
my son's homies?" "Oh geez... please dad, don't try to be cool, you're embarassing me." "Hey, do
you think you could tell my son to take off his gas mask? I've forgotten what his face looks like."
"Daaaaaaaaad! I told you I can't take it off in public!" "Okay son, whatever you say..." "Say Heat,
where are you stayin?" "Hmm... I haven't really decided yet..." "Say son, we could give him one of
our rooms, there ARE two beds per room after all..." "Hm... sounds good, but..." "But what?" "Heat,
well, in our family to get a reward, ya gotta earn it." "Um... ok... what do I have to do?" "You're
gonna have to beat my son here in a battle." "Yeah sure no prob..." "You sure Fireboy? I've gotten
better since our last battle." "Heh... just set a time and place... and I'll meet you there." "Ok,
right here... right now..."
"Yaawwwn..." "SLAM!" Frida shut the door of her car. The junkyard had always been a good place for
her to hang out, there were a lot of metal sculptors that hung out in this area, and sometimes she
would meet her friend Menace, a tagger/graffiti artist here, and she would watch him tag his name
on trains and walls in the subway and other places. "Hmm... looks empty today... I guess everyone
is working on their pieces for the arts expo... wait a sec... what is THAT?!" She saw a huge golden
hand sticking out of a pile of junk... "WHOA! that looks awesome!" Cautiously, she stepped on the
hand, she saw a "Z" symbol on it. "Hey... could this be... Robo-Z... Gold?" Suddenly the hand flew
up, throwing Frida up in the air as well... "AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she screamed as she was falling, right
onto the conveyor belt leading to the trash compactor... which was functioning...