Well, here's Ch. 4, now done in Shadowman's POV. I just hope Shadowman or (especially) Quickman fans don't hurt me! 0.

"Waiter. Refills, please. For me and my friend here," I said as I pointed to my friend, a humanlike male robot with reddish armor on his arms, upper body, and lower legs, with a matching helmet, and yellow boomerangs on the front of his helmet and chest armor. His blue eyes were half-open, which sometimes bothers me, considering they were like almost all the time, and his head lay onto his right arm on the table, the left one loosely holding a glass mug.

When the waiter left to receive our order, my friend spoke drunkenly, "Ya know, Shadow, we're running low on funds, and since we don't have jobs…"

"But what about your job as a mechanic, Quickman," I asked.

"Well, last week some guy just pissed me off, so I beat the bloody crap outta him. Manager called me up to 'is office, yelled at me with crap 'bout me fightin' with the other mechanics, so I told 'im to fuck off 'n quit."

"Well, what did you do with that paycheck? Or the other one?" Quickman said nothing. "Don't tell me you—Argh! I can't believe you! You spent the money drinking?"

"'Fraid so…"

"Quickman! You know we needed that money for the bills! 'Cause if we don't have it, we'll have to sell the apartment."

Suddenly, a familiar, gentle voice called to the waiter, "Waiter! I'd like to order some of your best wine, please." I turned to the source of it: Topman, who sat two seats to my right. Topman turned towards me and said, "Oh, Shadowman! I wasn't expecting you just now. How convenient that you were having money problems. You see, I found a poster asking for a bounty that's worth 250 million." He handed me the poster and walked out of the bar.

Quickman and I read it and looked at Topman. Quickman snatched the poster from my hands and said as he looked at it curiously, "Cutman… I'm surprised he's alive. And, hot damn, that's a lotta money for him. 250 million smackers!" Then he said, determined, "I'll do it, whether he's dead or alive!"

I shouted suddenly, "Quickman! He could be tricking us. I won't do it!"

"Well, Shadow, you're the one that mentioned about our crappy funds! You're the one that started all this," Quickman snapped back angrily as he grabbed me by the collar. "And as of now, this friendship is over," he concluded as he threw me out of the bar.

When I landed in the streets, I stood up, my whole body aching, and started to walk. After a couple of minutes, I started to get used to the pain, and began walking straight, until I bumped into somebody. When I fell to the ground, I noticed the person who bumped into me.

Cutman? It can't be, I thought to myself as a familiar Robot Master held out his hand and helped me up.

"Hey, Shadow. What're you doing alone," Cutman asked me.

"If you're asking about Quickman, well…" Then I drifted off.

"It's okay. I understand. I've found out about the bounty, too. I just hope that no one actually does get my head…"

"That's where yer wrong," said a familiar voice as the owner of it hit me in the back. Quickman, who owned the voice, continued, "I will get Cutman's head, and as an extra, I'll have yours as well." He gave me a crooked smile as he charged towards Cutman at incredible speeds.

Cutman tried to avoid Quickman's full-on attacks with his broadsword, but with no avail. As Cutman fell to the ground, Quickman placed his foot onto his head, and with both of his hands, he started to summon a giant Quick Boomerang. But before the summon could be complete, he was struck in the back by a big-boned Robot Master in black armor with a reddish chest-plate on his upper body, and red and yellow armor on his arms and legs. He also had a red, metallic Mohawk-type haircut on his bald, yellow head.

When Quickman fell to the ground unconscious, the big robot stood there with his elbow thrusting out. Lowering his arm, he said to Cutman, "Well, look right here. It's Cutman!" He looked down to me. "And Shadow as well." He gave me a hand and helped me up. He then called out, "Hey, guys! It's Cutman!"

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, two Robot Masters walked up to Cutman. One of them is a small, childlike Robot Master whose icy blue armor looks like an Eskimo's coat, and has white boots, gloves, and belt. The small robot sat on a large, muscular, red and yellow Robot Master with black armor on his upper body.

The childlike Robot Master jumped down from the bigger one's shoulder and squealed happily, "Cutman, Cutman! You're alive!" He hugged Cutman's leg tightly.

"Iceman, you're hurting my leg," Cutman said softly.

I noticed that someone was missing. "Wait! There's Cutman, Bombman, Iceman, and Gutsman. But where's Fireman and Elecman," I asked the foursome.

Iceman yelped in fear and hid his face onto Cutman's leg. "Elecman… He's creepy," he stuttered.

A mysterious man's voice called out to us. "I'm right here." The owner of the voice belongs to a male, humanlike robot mostly in gray armor, but with red armor on his arms, upper body, and kneecaps. He also had a gray helmet that covers his mouth, but exposes his silver-blue eyes. I could already recognize from seeing the top of his helmet that lit a great flame that he was Fireman.

Right now, I feel kind of emotional… In a good way. Cutman, reunited with Bombman, Fireman, Gutsman, and Iceman—the Sinister Six… The group's a little broken, but having most of them together like this… Laughing and having fun like brothers. No… They are brothers.

If only my "brothers" were together like this more often.

Well, that's it of Ch. 4. I'm sorry if it's too short or too filled with dialogue. Well, stay tuned for chapter 5:D