Roberts was taken aback at her reaction, and Archie gave another one of his grins, "Something goin' on here that I don't know about?"

Roberts hoped he wasn't blushing, "Nothing, right Ms. Su?"

But Su had already climbed halfway up the giant machine, "Hey Archie, give me the code for the door."

"It's the old coffee's weight, if you can remember."

"Ah, yes." She said, smiling.

Roberts was still stunned and sat down, watching the machine and hoping that nothing would go wrong.

The machine had started several seconds after Su had disappeared inside of it. The noise emitted from the fans was deafening, but they calmed down after a while. Archie went over to a small computer, and released the mech. It started moving very slowly, and papers flew at incredible speeds away from the fans. It started to move out of the building, and both Yoshikuni and Ishimaru clapped their hands as they saw the killing machine walking around the island.

Archie had started talking into a headset, "Uh oh, company."

Roberts stood from his seat and yelled, "What?"

Archie ignored him, "All right Su, you have two missiles locked on to you at 7 o' clock; this would be a good time to try out some of your rockets."

Roberts spoke again, "She's in danger and you are calling it target practice!"

Archie, once again ignored him. Roberts's head turned towards the massive machine as it fired off two missiles, almost identical to the ones being fired at her. They both flew into the distance, missing the other two. Roberts started to panic until he saw both of the missiles that Su had fired explode into a huge ball of fire, both of the opposing missiles veered towards the fire and exploded.

Archie smiled, "Heat-seekers, ha! What a joke."

Roberts sat down again, sweat dripping from his forehead. Ever since an hour or so ago, he had been jumpier and more confused than ever.

After the demonstration, the mech was brought back in and docked. Su jumped out and patted Archie on the back, "One hell of a machine, see if you can get one or two more."

Archie nodded. Roberts followed silently behind her.

Japan

Matsuo leaned back and yawned, hoping nobody would see him slacking off from his work, then picked up the phone as it began to ring.

"Matsuo's office, how can I help you?"

"Matsuo, they got killing machines so big they need fans to fucking walk!"

"What? Takumi is that you?"

"Yeah it's me! Listen I can't go into detail over the phone. We'll meet in the usual place, you know."

"Stop being paranoid, what the hell is going on?"

"Meet me there in 10 minutes!"

"But…." he heard the phone click and grabbed his things. He walked out of the building and drove to a coffee shop, their 'usual place'. Takumi arrived late, and looked very nervous.

"Takumi, what is this all about?" Matsuo asked as he approached him

"Listen, remember the mech that she designed, coffee?" he whispered

"The one that went berserk and destroyed that building?" he replied, remembering the tragedy.

"Yeah, she's made another one similar to it, only a lot bigger, with a lot more firepower."

"How do you know this?"

"My Uncle, the idiot, wanted to pay her a visit, so he went over there on a boat. I don't understand why he would do that if he knew that she wouldn't let anyone near her island. Anyway he was taken hostage and I got a call from him a little while ago. He said she wanted MWDC to hand over their schematics to every project every made. My Uncle is the president of MWDC and he's telling me to do all this stupid shit like giving her fakes."

"So give her fakes."

"I wish, she's going to test them out before she releases him, she's not stupid. The vice president is in charge now; he refuses to hand anything out and if we don't get those schematics soon, my uncle is as good as dead."

"Shit."

Molmol-0500 Earlier that day.

The base's alarm blared and Su, sprung to life and ran into the Security Sector, "What's going on?"

The soldier seated at the computer pointed out of the window towards a small boat, chugging along to the harbor with a man standing on it waving, "Unidentified civilian craft, He's going to here in about 5 minutes, should we commence firing?"

"No, let me take care of him."

Robertson was waiting outside as she walked out and onto the sand and waved ecstatically, like an excited schoolgirl. Robertson was confused but nevertheless stood beside her, hand poised over his pistol. As the boat approached closer she took out her radio and clicked on the talk button, "Ok, get me a small team ready to take any passengers onboard hostage, search that vessel, and recover any documents that may seem important. Do not injure anybody."

Just as the man jumped off of the boat a team of soldiers grabbed him and covered his mouth, his muffled and confused voice hardly audible. She walked onto the boat as a team searched it and sat on a chair with her chin resting on her hand, looking bored.

After several minutes a soldier came out and handed her a small plastic card, "This was all we could find, a fishing license and that picture is definitely him."

She smiled slyly, "Perfect; that idiot June did me a huge favor." She pocketed the license and walked to the tent where he was held. She popped her head in through the flap and looked at a terrified man in his late 50s. She sat down in a chair opposite of his and ripped the tape off of his mouth. He gasped his first cowardly words, "Please don't kill me!"

"Relax, as long as you get me what I need nobody in this tent will die."

"W…what do you want?"

"You are the president of Massive Weapons Development Corporation in Japan, correct?"

"Yes…"

She smiled and her eyes narrowed; he flinched, "I understand you keep a good amount of information on each of your projects."

"Yes…" He repeated, his voice quivering

She knew she had him now, "I want them." She said this plainly because it was an uncomplicated request.

"But my company would be ruined… and I would never be allowed back into my country for being a traitor."

"For being so stupid as to merrily stroll into the territory of an enemy you should not be allowed back into your country. You have two choices, to give up your company and your country, or your life. I'll give you one phone call and you'll tell me if someone's going to deliver them and when they are going to deliver them, and how. If this person does not show up, you will be killed. If this person does not show up when you tell us they were going to come we'll take the files and kill all you dogs."

The man was red in the face and extremely nervous. She walked away and told the soldier guarding him to let him have a phone call.

Back in Japan: 1400 hours: MWDC headquarters

"What are you stupid," the vice president said laughing, "…you think I'm going to ruin this company that I now own for some slime ball that always gave me crap when I was under him?" Takumi sighed, "Sir please, this is a life we're talking about here."

"Are you thick? Do you know what happens if that nutjob gets a hold of those weapons? Japan would be doomed if that information was released. Look, I wouldn't do that even if I liked that ass."

"I see." Takumi reached for his belt and pulled out a pistol, "Now, let's try this again."

Matsuo's eyes widened and he interjected the silence, "Takumi, he has a point, Japan is doomed if we hand this stuff over, we can't do this!"

Takumi laughed, "I can't believe he didn't even tell you, Mr. vice president."

The president looked confused.

"My uncle made a batch of 'safety chips' They are used just in case they are given into the wrong hands. Each chip connects to a network directly in this building. So, before each weapon is fired, it must be approved through this network, if it's not then the weapon automatically fries its own circuits, rendering itself worthless. If we let her have a little fun with the test missiles before she releases him, then we fry all other weapons that she makes, we would be fine."

"I'm not helping that asshole just so I can gracefully step down!"

Takumi pressed the pistol to his head "Oh, I beg to differ."

The president huffed and picked up his phone, "Sam, get the schematics for every project ever conceived under the MWDC."

After a short reply he hung up the phone and crossed his arms.

Molmol: 1700 hours: Prisoner holding cell B

Su leaned against the bars that were separating June and the free world. He looked over at her nervously and waited for her to talk. She lit a cigarette and took a single puff, "Good news, they're handing over the documents two hours from now, coming in by a civilian helicopter labeled JAPC051490, If that's a letter or number off I'll kill them and you so you better hope they got it right."

1900 hours: Still in Molmol

Su and June were standing in front of the helicopter pad, awaiting the arrival of the documents. Soon a large helicopter, properly identified as JAPC051490 arrived. Takumi hopped out of it with a briefcase in hand. Su smiled and grabbed his pistol, "You'll have to leave this behind along with any other nasty surprises you may have." He allowed her to take it and followed Roberts into a building on the east of the island.. He laid the briefcase on a table. Roberts chewed his tongue while watching him, filling his mind with paranoid thoughts. Su took a little while to arrive and seemed to be in a hurry, "Well, hopefully nobody will die today." She said as she examined the contents of the briefcase, several labeled diskettes were placed neatly on top of each other. She seemed appeased.

"Ok then, you and your uncle will stay here as my guests while I develop these and see if they work." Roberts took him and put him in the cell with his uncle, Takumi was furious, "You can't lock me up! I have work! I have stuff to do!" Roberts glared back at them, giving them a look that clearly said, 'I don't care'. Su inserted the first diskette into a terminal and smiled as several blueprints for a nuclear device splashed across the screen.