T-17 and T-18 continued to walk down the hallway to Sigma's quarters. The taller, slender reploid, T-17, was carrying a large garbage bag on his shoulders, which carried the remains of Vile.
"So explain this to me again," the fatter, shorter reploid said. "You're telling me that you found the remains of General Vile, and his body parts are dangling around in that bag right now?"
"For the last damn time, YES!" shouted T-17. "I don't know how his body managed to stay intact, but it just did. Stop asking me questions."
T-18 had been asking his partner questions the whole way to Sigma's Fortress, and the slim reploid couldn't stand it anymore. All he was interested in was getting Vile's remains to Sigma and receiving his big reward.
After a little walking down the corridor, they finally came across the entrance to Sigma's chambers. They remembered, of course, that getting to talk to Sigma in his room face-to-face was no easy task. They had to have a good reason in order to gain clearance from the guard. The guard shifts changed every 5 hours, and T-17 had decided to go during Commander Violen's shift, since he was very easy to convince.
But when they got there, instead of Commander Violen, they noticed a different figure standing there. His purple robotic body was hunched over awkwardly, and he had a short, wily white beard and mustache on his old-looking face. It was no doubtebly the strict Sergeant Serges.
"Sergeant Serges! Wha... I thought your shift was earlier this morning! Where's Commander Violen???" said T-17, riddled with shock.
Serges gave an evil smile. "Surprised, huh? Unfortunatley, Violen fell victim to a little 'accident' this morning when he mistakably ate half of Agile's ham and cheese sandwich. So I'm in charge for the rest of the day."
T-18 was scratching his head in a vain attempt to understand the situation. His partner, on the other hand, was extremely upset. He knew that Serges was the toughest nut to crack when it came to convincing. But he had to try his best.
Serges smirked at him. "So, what business do you have with Master Sigma? This better be good....."
T-17 gulped. What was he gonna say?
"Er... um.... well, Sergeant, we have very important business with Master Sigma... we've retrieved an invaluable item from the remains of Doppler's laboratory, and we need to present it to him as soon as possible....."
Serges gave a small chuckle. "Sorry, I won't accept that old story. And anyway, Master Sigma is very busy right now."
T-17 glared at Serges angrily. "Busy? What would Sigma be doing that's so important at a time like this???"
Serges gave a strange glance of embarrassment. "Well.... he's listening to Guns N' Roses."
T-17's face went numb. He knew what Master Sigma did to his colleagues when they bothered him while listening to Guns N' Roses. Just last week, he saw one of his co-workers get his head sliced clear off his body after he disturbed Sigma while he was listening to My Michelle. T-17 certainly didn't want to meet the same fate.
"Well.... please Sergeant Serges, we need to talk to Master Sigma. Our discovery is extremely rare.... Master Sigma needs to know about it. Please, we need to pass through!" T-17 was desperate now. He'd do almost anything to get through that door.
Serges furrowed his brow, obviously in deep thought. "Hmm.... well.... alright, I guess I can give you clearance for now."
T-17 gave a deep sigh, not realizing that Serges wasn't finished.
"BUT-," said the reploid, "if you go in there, and disturb the Master, and he blames the ordeal on me..... I'll make sure that BOTH of you are deactivated. PERMANANTLEY. That is, of course, Sigma doesn't take care of you first."
T-17 was extremely nervous now. What if he screwed up, and ended up as a pile of scrap metal? But he then remembered Vile's parts. He reminded himself that his plan wouldn't fail.
Serges slowly opened the door. As the two reploids slowly walked in, the Sergeant quicky closed it, knocking them both into the room. T-17 was startled, but luckily, Sigma hadn't noticed.
Their reploid master was sitting in a large swivel chair, singing loudly to himself. It was impossible to avoid the terrible screeches Sigma was bellowing out.
As the two slowly walked up to the chair, they began to hear the loud music coming from Sigma's enourmous headphones. T-17 slowly walked up, keeping T-18 behind him.
"Err.... Master Sigma?"
"TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITYYYYY......."
"Master Sigma???"
".....AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTTTTYYYYY........ YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"MASTER SIGMA!!!"
Sigma suddenly stopped, obviously hearing T-17's loud yell through his headphones. He quickly jerked the chair around and faced both of them, with an angry expression on his scarred robotic face.
"What is it, you fools???" he said loudly. He took his headphones off and threw them angrily to the ground. "What on God's green Earth would possess you into disturbing me during an important time like this???"
T-17 felt like a little mouse trapped in a cage when he heard Sigma bellow out. He was almost speechless. However, he did manage to release some stuttering words.
"M-Master Sigma..... my p-partner and I found something v-very important in the r-ruins of Dr. Doppler's l-laboratory..... i-it's in this b-bag....."
Sigma was livid. He didn't understand what could possibly be more important than his precious time with Guns N' Roses.
"Fine then! If it's so damn important, show me what it is! And if this just another Time magazine, then you're asses will be on a silver pla-"
Sigma suddenly froze as T-17 pulled out the smashed head of a very familiar reploid. Sigma looked in awe as the tall reploid continued to take out all of the reploid's body parts and place them neatly on the floor. Slowly, Sigma crouched down to take a look at his former right-hand man.
"V-VILE???? This.... this isn't possible! Vile..... he was destroyed......" Sigma stared at the shattered reploid armor, his mouth gaping.
T-17 nodded his head. "That's what we thought too, Master Sigma.... but apparently, his body wasn't completely terminated...."
Sigma slowly lifted the head of the once-honorable repliod. His thoughts were bouncing back and forth through the depths of his robotic brain. Vile, alive? One of the most powerful generals of all time, the psychotic killer, feared by both humans and Hunters? Vile??? He just couldn't convince himself it was true, even though the evidence was sitting right in front of him. It was almost too good to be real.
The astonished reploid leader hit himself hard against his chest, just to make sure that this wasn't all a crazy dream or some awkward programming glitch in his systems. Seeing that the image was still there in front of him, he released a large smile from his scarred face.
Without thinking, Sigma whirred around and hastily jumped off his chair, falling flat on his face. T-17 managed to hold in a chuckle, knowing that it wouldn't really help him out at the time.
Feeling a little silly, Sigma quickly leapt to his feet. He ignored his foolish stunt and ran over to a phone on the wall. He dialed with quick succession as T-17 and T-18 looked on. The excited reploid finally stopped, listening to the phone ring. T-17 listened to Sigma carefully.
"Hello, Agile? This is Master Sigma. I want you to get me the best reploid repairmen in the building and bring them to me. And call those guys who create reploid memory chips. We have an emergency rebuilding to perform!"
Sigma slammed the phone down and ran back to his large swivel chair. He took out a piece of paper and began to frantically scribble down notes.
As Sigma appeared to be busy, T-17 walked towards him, not totally sure if he should say anything or not. However, he decided quickly.
"Well... Master Sigma.... we *ahem* hope you're satisfied..... *ahem* *ahem*......."
Sigma glanced back at his two lackeys. "What? Oh yes, your rewards... well, you two have found me something truly priceless... and you know what THAT means....."
The reploids' faces lit up. Sigma put down his notepad and stuffed his hand into his cloak pocket. T-17 and T-18 waited patiently as he moved his hand around, trying hard to find what he was looking for.
"Ahh, here it is," the reploid leader said. "Alright you two, put out your hands."
The two awaiting cronies eagerly put their hands out. Sigma, rather than giving them a wad of cash as they had hoped, put two little ring-shaped candies into each of their hands. The reploids didn't understand the meaning of it.
"There you go," Sigma stated, "two Live Savers each. You've both earned it."
T-17's mouth was open in shock. "Th...this is it??? But we found something of great impor-"
"DON'T QUESTION MY INTEGRITY!!!" Sigma shouted. "Now get out of my sight! My business with both of you is over! Now MOVE!"
At the time, T-17 felt like beating the bloody hell out of his noble Master. However, knowing that his chances of beating Sigma were the same as surviving a jump into a steaming vat of sulfuric acid, he reluctantly held back. Instead, he motioned to his partner to follow him as he walked angrily out the door. Sigma could almost hear T-18 say something like "There's always Daytona" to T-17, followed by a swift hit to the fat reploid's head, no doubtedly from his partner.
Sigma redirected his attention to his note writing. When he finished, he turned his head and picked up all of Vile's parts.
"Yes, Vile..... don't worry, your body will soon be reactivated... you will be more evil than ever, with a new Goliath and a stronger thirst for human blood... and finally, we will destroy all of humanity!!!" Sigma suddenly paused when he remembered something else.
"That is...... once I've finished listening to Guns N' Roses."