Metallica finished offFor Whom the bell Tolls,the last song of the night. The crowd went wild as Kirk played the ending solo. They ended with a bang as James moved up to the mike once more.

"Thank you fans! You're an awesome crowd! Metallica loves ya!" The people cheered wildly as james removed his guitar from around his neck. lars stepped out from behind his drum set, and kirk and Jason sonn followed as they all walked off the stage.

Inside the main building, a few minutes later, the band sat in the lounge room, drinking beers, talking about their performance.

"How about that one mosh pit when that guy got thrown up on the stage?" James asked, laughing.

"Had to kick him off cause he wouldn't move his ass." Jason said. Everyone laughed.

"I thinktomorrow's show will kick even more ass." Kirk said, after taking a huge gulp of his beer.

Jason and Lars looked at him.

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, I just have a hunch that something's gonna happen that'll make the show really rock."

"All our shows fucking rock no matter what happens." Lars said.

"I'll drink to that," James said, rasing his beer. Everyone else raised thiers in a sort of toast. Then, they all downed another big gulp.

James then finished off his beer in one shot and swiftlycrushed the can against his forehead. He threw it across the room,perfectly into the trashcan by the enbtertainment center.He got up and made his way to the door.

"I'll be right back, dudes."

"Where you going?" Lars asked.

"A guy's gatta take a piss sometime."

He turned back to the door and pulled it open. But when he tried to step out, he was suddenly blocked. He glanced down at something odd in the doorway, something that confused him far beyond anything he could have imagined.

In the doorway, weapon raised at James, was the mechanical devise that could only be a SWAT Bot. He tilted his head in confusion, staring at the machine.

"What…the…fuck?" He said, slowly.

Without looking up, he yelled back into the room at his band mates.

"Hey guys, how many beers did I have?"

"You only had one, dude." came Kirk's reply.

"That's what I thought."

"Why, what's up?" Jason sounded back.

"I'm seeing some weird shit here, that's what's up."

Suddenly, the SWAT Bot moved forward, pushing James back into the room. Inside, the rest of the band sat confused, not seeing what was going on till James cleared the doorway. At the site of the odd machine before them, thier jaws dropped and they became spechless. They had never seen anything like this before.

A crash came from the other side of the room. Everyone turned their heads to see the back door wide open, and a row of bots standing right in front of it.

"What the fuck's going on?" was all Lars could spit out.

"If this is about that thing that happened last tour, tell the cops we're sorry."

Everyone stared at Lars.

"What thing that happened last tour?"

Lars went quiet, letting something slip that he shouldn't have.

"I'll explain later..." he said in almost a whiper.

While this was going on, a silver orb of energy started forming in the center of the room. Everyone turned andstared at it as it slowly grew.

Kirk looked down at his drink, then back up at the orb.

"I think we've had enough tonight," he said, slowly.He started dumping the beer on the floor. Jason and Lars followed up, yetnot breaking eye contact with whatever was going on in front of them.

When the orb stopped expanding, a small creature suddenly began to materialize from it. In a matter of seconds, Sleet stood in the middle of the room amongst the bots, and a very socked and confused Metallica.

Sleet looked around the room at the situation, and noticed the shocked looks on the faces of the band. "Metallica, I presume?" He said, coolly.

"Wh…who wants to know?" James asked, shocked.

"By order of doctor Robotnik, you are all to be taken to Mobius as captives."

"What the hell did we do?" Jasonasked.He glanced at Lars for a second.

"Other then what he was talking about..."

"You are all needed for a very special plan the good doctor has put together."

Everyone couldn't believe what they were hearing, or still seeing, for that matter.

"Why us?" Kirk asked. "I'll bet there are hundreds of other bands on this planet for this Robotnik guy to choose from."

"That is a question better suited for him, Mr. Hammet."

Kirk was caught off guard as to how this creture knew who he was. Hell, he was still trying to figure out how it was able to talk!

"Now, if you will simply follow me and come quietly, no one will be harmed."

The band looked at each other, surprised. Then they looked at the SWAT bots gathered around them. They looked so odd, but they did have weapons, and there was no way of telling weather it was a joke or not. It looked as if they didn't have a choice. Reluctantly, they walked toward the orb, and one by one stepped inside, fading away as they did.