The day afterwards at the Maverick Hunter Headquarters a group of their top fighters assemble as they do every day in the main conference room to discuss business. The organization was founded for the purpose of hunting down reploids that have turned evil or "maverick" as they're called and stopping them at all costs. The Maverick's hunted often vary from wild destroyers to cold manipulative thinking machines and each is very dangerous. Only the Hunters are allowed to stop them being the only group with the skill and resources to do so.

"Good morning gentlemen. I trust everyone is ready to face the day?" Asked Dr. Cain, the founder and commander of the Hunters stood at the head of the table as he always did his aged body commanding the respect of countless Reploid hunters. Several mumbles of agreement followed from around the large conference table the filled the room.

"Very well then. As you may know maverick activity has been down lately although we still seem to have a few little occurrences here and there. There is a small contingent of mavericks holding out in a warehouse on the east side of Los Angeles. Wild Card could you and your units take care of this? Wild Card?" Dr. Cain looked over at the clown reploid. The harlequin robot was snoring silently in his seat, his head tilted back over his chair with a small drop of saliva forming at the corner of his mouth. Dr Cain waited impatiently for a moment before smacking his walking stick down on the top of the table.

"Wild Card!" He yelled. The clown immediately awoke, jolting back in his seat as he did so. He managed to remain still for a moment as his arms flailed through the air like windmills as he attempted to regain his balance. Finally after a few moments of this comical escapade he fell to the floor with a resounding thud.

"Ow." he muttered bitterly as he slowly rose from his place on the floor.

"That's better. Now I want you and your men to take care of those mavericks located in a warehouse on the east side of Los Angeles."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'll get rid of them." Said Wild Card bitterly, dusting himself off.

"Very well. Also we have received another report on the dueling duo."

"Again? Didn't they duke it out in Toronto a couple of weeks ago?" asked Zero.

"Yes and now it seems that they've ended up in Chicago. Report came in last night about Talon hitting up a bar a couple of days ago. The other one showed up there last night. I know we've let these incidences slide since they only ever seem to fight one another and we've had Sigma to deal with, however this situation has gone on for too long now. We're under pressure now to stop their battles." Replied Dr. Cain reading off the small file in front of him.

"Understandable. I think they tore up a small district in Paris once with their fighting." Said Mega Man X.

"Yes now we've confirmed reports that Talon is in fact a maverick despite his cyborg status but we don't know if the other one is or not so he needs to be approached carefully. There are rumors that he is a cyborg as well. X I want you to handle this situation." He said gesturing to the blue armored reploid.

"Understood Doctor. What's the name of the other one again?"

"He goes by the name Vires, X-Vires 1."