Bulkhead waking up was a happy day among the Bots. Miko and Wheeljack were at his sides in a moment, ready to help him get better. Fowler was keeping a closer eye on him, a somber look in his eyes. The day after, Fowler pulled Miko aside.

"I want to start out by saying that I don't blame you," he told her. "I did something similar when I was just a little older than you."

Miko frowned. "But?"

"I want to warn you, don't be seen too much more often by them. We can't risk your secret getting out." Fowler sighed. "That happened to me during the invasion of the Pretenders, and there were many attempts on my life. I had to kill them all so they couldn't tell anyone or hurt anyone."

Miko shuddered. "I bet that was rough."

"It was. They showed their true colors after that and focused on me."

"I'll be careful. Are there any missions you need done?"

"Yeah. The Bots found one of those relics. Apparently it can put cracks in the ground," he told her. "We need that relic's power source. Not the whole thing, just the power source."

"Why?" Miko asked.

"It comes from Earth. We think it's powered by Yin."

"Oh. Good reason." Miko shuddered. "If Shatter can use it, it needs to go."

Fowler nodded. "Yeah. Now. Get it."

"Gotcha," Miko replied. "Where is it?"

Meanwhile, Arcee was waiting in an alley. A boy clad in a red T-shirt, red jeans, a black helmet, and a black cape rode in on his own motorcycle. He stopped it and got off, sighing. "Alright, alien," came his disguised voice. "I'm here."

Arcee transformed. "Noticed. Now, I-"

"Skip the small talk," the boy said. "You want something from me. What is it?"

"Well, excuse me. Do you talk to all your customers this way?"

"Just the ones who break my weapons."

"It was a handgun!"

"Those are expensive."

"Well, I-"

"Keep in mind that your comments make me want to help you less."

Arcee sighed. "Look, we have a weapon we need to get our hands on. Looks like this." Tossing a model to the boy, she crossed her arms. "Can you do it?"

"I'm Talon. Of course I can do it."

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard. Killed off crime lords, robbed Area 51, destroyed an Iraqistani military base. Real hot stuff."

"By myself, too. Don't you always have someone with you?" Talon shot back.

Arcee chuckled bitterly. "Fair, fair. Price?"

"$5,000."

"WHAT?!"

"Given its power source, I think two very powerful people will also be after it. If it gets split in half, I'll take half the price, so you should hope that's the case."

Arcee sighed. "I can't get you to lower it, can I?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Deal."

Talon stuck a hand up, shook Arcee's large hand, and got back on his motorcycle. "I'll call when I'm done."

That evening, Miko, clad in full Commander Fistfight gear, climbed to the top of a cliff. "Son of a gun, I hate climbing," she muttered. "Now where's that relic…"

"Right here," called a voice, and Shatter was leaning against a wall, tossing the relic and catching it. "How'd you hear about this, Fistfight?"

Miko scowled. "Sources. You?"

"Yin, remember? I could feel it."

Miko glared, drawing her axes. "You really don't need this weapon. You're not even that kind of villain."

"True, but I figured you'd want it," Shatter grinned, "and given that you and I kinda have to do this, I figure, why not?"

Miko rolled her eyes. "You never cease to amaze me with how crazy you are."

"Not my fault, just like it isn't your fault that you had to be a hero." Shatter sneered. "What is your fault is that you stole Commander Fistfight's name."

"The old one gave me that name," she snapped. "And trained me!"

Shatter laughed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're all so happy you had someone to take you by the hand and show you how to use your powers."

Miko scowled. "You're still angry about that?"

A crooked grin crossed the supervillain's face as he hit a button on his wrist. "Nah. I got over it."

20 scary looking drones uncloaked, tiny guns charged, but before they could shoot, a red blur snatched the device from Shatter. "WHAT THE-"

Miko fired at him, hitting him in the shoulder. The boy hit the ground and rolled into a kneeling combat position. Shatter glared. "Talon. What do you want?"

Talon held up the relic. "This. I assume you want it, too?"

"Yes," Miko replied.

"Too bad, so does my client." Talon fired a rope and winch, then started climbing the rocks, but the drones cut the rope and Shatter glared. "I want that device, Talon, and I'm not leaving without it."

Talon drew two swords at his sides. "Yes you are."

The next day, Miko stumbled into the base with aches all over and one third of the relic in her pocket. "Sir," she asked once nobody could hear, "who's Talon?"

Fowler turned white. "T-Talon? Was she there?"

"It was a he. About my age."

Fowler bowed his head. "The Talon I knew? Mercenary. Tried to kill me on a hit job. Got very close to succeeding, too. What I hear, me beating her, got her laughed out of the mercenary community."

"And now there's another Talon and another Commander Fistfight."

"No Talon will be able to be respected without killing the current Commander Fistfight. You should be much more worried about him than about Shatter," Fowler said, "especially if he's as good as the one I went up against was."

"He knocked me and Shatter around. We each got one third of the relic. He's probably that good."

Fowler sighed. "Then watch yourself more carefully. Doubly so because the Bots hired Talon to get that relic," he said, pointing at another third of the relic on Ratchet's desk.