Rock said nothing. He only swatted Blues aside and stormed towards Auto. Picking the disc out from undeneath his armor, Rock jabbed the case into Auto's chest and growled, "Find where Masterframe is."
Auto was stunned silent. Blues was till trying to come to terms with Rock shoving him. Blues gave a quick nod to Auto, and Auto nodded back before rushing out of the room. As Rock began to follow, Blues barked, "Hold it, Rock."
"Hold yourself," Rock sneered, leaving the room.
As Rock left for the control room, he met Roll in the hallway. "Rock, I heard what happened," She said as sympathetically as she could, "and I th-"
Rock stormed past her too, not even looking up. When he caught up with Auto at the main computer, Blues was right behind him. "What do you think you're doing, Rock?" Blues scolded.
Rock ignored Blues, and looked over Auto's shoulder. "A building east of the HQ," Rock muttered to himself. "Auto, warp me there."
Blues clamped his hand on Rock's shoulder, and forcefully spun him around. "Answer me," Blues ordered, sticking his nose into Rock's face.
Rock glared at Blues."I'm destroying Masterframe. Now."
"No, you won't," Blues replied. "You'll take out Masterframe when I give you the order. Understand?"
Rock smacked Blues' hand off of his shoulder. "I told you, I'm destroying Masterfame now."
Roll had slipped into the room, quickly joining Auto. "You'll do what I say, when I say," Blues barked back. "I know what happened back there, but now's not the time to dwell on it. You're in no condition, physical or emotional, to go out and fight again. Everything we've accomplished so far will be wasted if we lose you-"
"So I'm a tool. Is that it?"
Blues fell silent. "You think my body was a tool for four-eyes to do his Frankenstien experiment on? Why didn't you just build a robot of your own?"
"We had neither the resources nor the time, Rock," Blues barked back. "It would have taken another year to buil-"
"You're fine for six years in this fucking bunker and you can't take another? You'd rather play God and bring me back into a world where everything I've known and loved is gone and use me like your own little weapon? Well here's news for you, Napoleon, I'm taking charge now. Auto, get the teleporer ready."
Auto remained frozen to his seat.
"Now!"
As Auto steadily rose off the chair, Blues ordered, "Rock, get a grip."
Rock snarled, and jammed the barrel of his cannon into Blues' face. Roll shrieked as Auto dove to the floor. Blues looked sideways at Auto. "Auto, do what he says," Blues said calmly. Auto hastily scrambled back to his feet and scurried out of the room, with Roll close behind. "You want to go? Fine. Just reconsider what you're doing first."
"Out of my way," Rock snarled, ignoring Blues and shoving him out of his path.
As Rock entered the teleporter room, he saw that Auto had already prepared the machine. Without looking back, Rock climbed the steps leading to the inside of the casket-like machine, stepped inside, and was gone in a flash.