Chapter 1
"Intel, I need the floor plans," said a man, roughly around 28. He has spiky black hair and an almost pointy face. He had on a black mythril shirt and black dragon scale pants. They were flexible and pretty tough. He looked as if he's seen better days.
"Got them right here, Predator," replied an equally young man. He had dark brown hair that was straightened down. His glasses were perched on top of his nose as he wheeled his chair over to Predator. "Here," he said, handing over a folded piece of paper. He was wearing the same thing Predator was, except his clothes were a navy blue.
They were both walking down a dark corridor and opened a large door. A bright light greeted them as it flooded the hall. They walked in to where a table sat in the middle of the room. The room was surrounded by maps and floor plans of all kinds. The thing that stuck out the most were wanted posters. There were four of them, three of them worth $100,000,000. The other one was worth $1,000,000,000. It said "Wanted: David "Predator" Kain of the Predator clan, approach with extreme caution." Predator saw this and chuckled to himself. Like they could catch me he thought.
The two sat at the table. The door banged open and in came two men. Each was wearing the same outfit as Predator and Intel, but of different colors. Substance was wearing dark green. He had razor sharp fingernail, like miniature daggers that never broke. His face looked as if it needed a shave. Substance wasn't very neat and had a very short temper. It took almost nothing to set him off.
Mage, on the other hand, looked very clean. He had on reddish-orange cape to go with his red-orange outfit that everyone else was wearing. He was a very clean man that would try to fix everything, but never with his hands. He'd use spells to clean, cook, even so far as to use magic to help him with religion. He was also a very religious man even though his religion banned the use of all that witchcraft. He said they just didn't understand yet.
The two sat down at the table as Predator unrolled the map. He took out a knife and stabbed at a spot that said AMMUNITIONS DEPOT. "Here," he said, palming the handle "is the main stress point to the building. This is our Alamo. We take this place out only after we take everything that's in here." He said as he pulled his knife out and stabbed down in another spot that said TREASURY ROOM. "Any questions?" he asked.
"Yeah, I got one. What are we looking at as in guards?" Substance asked, looking slightly bored.
Intel simply replied, "Robots. All the guards our robots programmed with Isaac Asimov's Three Laws of robotics. This would normally make the guards pretty useless because the first law states that a robot can not harm a human. But the other two laws acting together override the first one. They were commanded to attack any human that walks in, but the first law forbade that. When they are attacked, though, they must protect themselves. Both laws working together will override the first one and they will all attack those who have tried to do harm. Basically as long as we don't attack them, they shouldn't attack us."