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It was early evening and Jeremie, Aelita and Dr. Janeway were still working on preparations to attack Lyoko. It was during these preparations that they were interrupted again from the outside.
"Hello! In the building! This is General Lestrade of the French Army! You have ten minutes to lay down your weapons and surrender, or we will open fire!"
"Damn it!' Janeway spat, "I don't have time to mess with those fools!"
With a thought, he called the cell phone of police Captain DuBois.
The man answered on the third ring, "yes?"
"Okay, you people seem to be a little dense out there, so I'm going to have to try, yet again, to convince you that you're wasting your time. Tell General Lestrade that I am coming out onto the bridge between the factory and the shore. I will give him one free shot at me, then I'm going to break all of his little toys. If you're smart, you will get your men and any civilians out of here before I come out. I'm not looking to hurt anyone, but this time I can't guarantee I won't. You have ten minutes."
When Janeway ended the call, Yumi asked him, "is it going to be that bad? If we do a Return To The Past and people have died, they won't return back with us."
"I know," he replied, "but in any case, I can't afford to have those idiots distracting us at a critical moment. We need to get in Lyoko and get those Borg out, or we may wind up dealing with a lot more than just the French Army."
Ten minutes passed quickly. Capt. DuBois relayed Janeway's message to General Lestrade. When the general heard this, he had all of his men assume firing positions all along the road to across from the factory. He had several tanks positioned to fire on the bridge and had them load up high explosive rounds. He also alerted several attack helicopters to be ready with air-to-ground anti-personnel missiles. He would be ready for whatever came out of that factory.
Exactly on time, a lone figure appeared in the main entrance to the factory. It was a man wearing what looked like a black body suit. He strode out onto the bridge, stopping half way across.
"Your attempts at breaching this facility are futile," he said in a magnified voice, "we have analyzed your technology and found it inferior to our own. Cease further action and we will spare your equipment and troops. Otherwise, we will eliminate your capacity for resistance."
General Lestrade had only one reply to that.
"Fire!"
At that command, every soldier opened fire on the figure on the bridge. All of the tanks fired as one. The helicopters swooped down and in several passes, launched all of their missiles at the bridge. Every round hit its mark. Smoke and dust obscured the bridge and the factory for a moment.
"Cease Fire!" the general ordered, "get me a damage assessment!"
One of the soldiers, positioned directly in front of the figure, peered ahead, through the smoke. The breeze helped to dissipate the fog, and quickly the scene revealed itself.
The bridge was untouched; the figure was still standing where he had stopped. There was no indication that any of the rounds had hit their mark.
"No effect on the target! Repeat, no effect!" the man called out.
Before the general could call for another volley, Juan Janeway spoke.
"My turn."
At that, green beams flashed out from the figure, hitting each tank, each soldier. Beams arced up and hit the helicopters, supposedly safely away from the battle. Then the beams started taking effect.
The weapons that the soldiers carried fell apart, turning to dust. Then, their uniforms started to decay. The barrels of the tank's cannons started to decompose, then the rest of the vehicle. Inside, the tank crews scrambled to exit the vehicles as their uniforms too decayed from their bodies. And all of the helicopters suddenly set down, autorotating to hard landings before beginning to rot, their crews sharing the same fates as their ground-based comrades.
The figure now walked from the bridge and into the crowd of naked men. Everyone cut the figure a wide birth. He walked up to General Lestrade, getting inches from the man's face. The general, defiant as a naked man could be, returned his foe's stare with a glare of his own.
"General, I have been toying with you and the police for quite long enough," Janeway said, "I mean no harm to anyone here, but your interference is costing me time and resources. Take your men and withdraw. Have the police clear this area for a radius of ten city blocks. I will set up automatic sensors to monitor compliance. If I detect another armed person approaching this complex, I will destroy them with no warning. And don't even think about using human shields; my weaponry is good enough to hit my targets from around corners or in between arms or legs. I can kill exactly who I need to without harming noncombatants. My defenses can deflect anything your army can dish out, including thermonuclear, chemical and biological weapons. This is the last time I will tell you this: don't mess with me again."
With that, the figure turned and returned to the factory. No one stopped him.