I wound up stuck in the hospital for a few days before I was able to be discharged. Go? Go where? Oh right. I was an orphan. Well, so much for that. Anyways, the day after Major Lennox had visited; I had been packing up my stuff, although it was a little hard to do considering my leg was pretty much useless at the moment. I was surprised however, when Major Lennox came in again that day.

"Hey, Em. You ready to go?" he greeted.

Wait what? Go? Didn't I just establish that I had nowhere to go? I like Lennox and all but why was I going with him?

"Go? Where am I going?" I asked confused.

"I'm taking you to my base." He said simply.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. Why was he doing that? Had I done something wrong?

"Ooookkkaaayy. Why?" I drawled out.

"You might be danger." Lennox replied as he turned to me with a worried look on his face.

"From who? The robots that almost killed us a week ago?"

A nod was all I needed to confirm that I was doomed. God! What has my life come to? Its already messed up as it is. Why not add a bit more of crazy to the mix? I sighed and started to pack up all my stuff as Major Lennox signed the discharged papers. Once I was ready, we headed out to the parking lot, where a Peterbilt truck with red and blue flames. I had to admit, it had style. Lennox helped me in and got in the driver's seat. The Peterbilt was big and roomy, although I was a little nervous about the symbol on the steering wheel. It looked familiar from something that happened a year ago. I couldn't remember. Anyways, the ride to Major Lennox's base was actually not that long. Soon, we were at the base and I saw electric fences and a sign that read: Trespassers will be prosecuted. How welcoming.

Suddenly, the semi came to a stop inside a large indoor hanger inside the base. Lennox got out and I wheeled my way over to him.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"You are going to meet my team. Bobby!" Lennox called over an African American man who had a smile on his face as he looked down at me.

"Hey Lennox. This Emily? I expected her to be taller." He said with a wicked grin.

"Oh making crack jokes on the crippled? I see how it is! I'll have you know that I am 5' 3''!" I retorted with a death glare. Lennox clapped his hands.

"Okay! Emily, this is Bobby Epps, my right hand man and best friend."

"But you can call me Epps."

"Nah I think I'm gonna call you the Joker of Apathy. It sounds better." I reply, complete with an eye roll.

Epps just stood there, while Lennox started laughing his head off.

"So you wanted to have me meet the rest of your team?" I asked Lennox, who was recovering from his laughing fit.

"Yeah, but I just want to warn you: they are nothing like what you saw in Mission City. Epps, could you let them know that we're ready?"

Epps nodded and ran in the direction from we came in. Lennox's words worried me. What did that mean? Were they like? Hopefully, they wouldn't try and squish me or see me as a freak. Did all of his team know about me and my powers? I was about to find out.

Lennox wheeled me back to the main hanger and I saw the red and blue flame Peterbilt. A black GMC truck, yellow Camaro, yellow emergency Hummer, and a silver Pontiac Solstice were all parked in a semi-circle. My eyebrow arched in confusion. So where was the rest of his team? Weren't these just their cars? I saw no one else around other than Epps and Lennox.

"So are we waiting for them or…" I trailed off. My question was the answered with Lennox saying aloud:

"Alright you guys! You're good to go!"

What happened made me ghost rapidly.

The vehicles transformed.

My eyes widened as I started to slowly try and get out of the wheelchair. A flashback suddenly came back to me.

A strange and out of place police cruiser speeding away from my parents' crime scene.

The same one was at Mission City.

The next thing I knew I was sprinting, without realizing I was using my prosthetic limb. But at this point, I could care less. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and my heartbeat quickened. There were voices shouting behind me:

"Emily, wait!"

"The girl should not be walking, let alone running on her prosthetic yet."

I heard thundering footsteps and I picked up speed while flickering in and out of visibility.

"Holy Primus! 'Lil lady runs faster than a turbofox!"

Suddenly, a giant metal foot slammed into view and immediately, darkness clouded my vision.