It's time again! The absurdness of my mind is bringing up ideas... but I won't give in! I have a point in this fanfiction and I'm not turning it around! Help...!

Now, please, read this before I somehow need a doctor from rabid bunnies!

Gunmax's jaw line was snapped shot and pursed in a straight line. A very bad note to land on if you were sensitive to topics like this, and Gunmax wasn't a stranger to the whole "team hates new guy" thing. He had been the new guy in the American division once and they were slightly welcoming people. Some were greedy little monsters, because he would wake up from recharge and their would be some random soldier in his quarters and they'd be snooping through his rooms contents. He could still remember his partner being the only one assigned to him that would just sit in a chair and relax and wait for Gunmax to wake up and not snoop his room.

Those days were gone. He was in Japan and with a very crippled team and right now, he was the glue that was going to fix these mechas. And going to do a pretty good job about that.

He rounded a corner and Gunmax couldn't help but think about what had happened in the Deckerd command room, that made his tanks churn just a little. He had never felt so... nervous or this upset. This new guy, he was... new. He knew the new guy saw how everyone functioned and what they were the person who was in their role. At least he hoped so...

He just hoped that he could at least teach Duke about the team.

He rounded another corner and saw he was coming up to the Brave Police's engineering room and there were voices coming out of it instead of the usual sound of cutting metal and shifting feet. He stopped at the doorway and softly peaked into the room. The room was empty other then three figures, two larger then the other. The little figure on the balcony was growling and demanding things from the tallest online thing in the room. Duke and Regina. Another figure was on a slab made for the human engineers to reach the Brave Police entirely and he was just laying there. Offline. Gunmax snickered but when quiet as Regina snapped at Duke.

"I will hear no more discussion of it!" Regina said as Gunmax peaked a little more, just enough to see them entirely.

"B-but Lady! I can make a change! A difference in their perspectives!" Duke pleaded and Gunmax's actual optics widen at the emotion it was leaking, strain, "I can show them they don't need Deckerd, and that it can be different!"

"You won't." Regina said as she gripped a device in her hands, it wasn't really finished but it looked like a remote control, "They're too fond of him. You'll never be excepted into this team the way you wish."

"Lady, to be fair," Duke began again and he almost growled at the kicked puppy look Duke was giving Regina, "I...I could care less if I saw leader, I just want to have... a team! This isn't Scotland Yard! This is Japan!"

"That is correct. We are not in Scotland anymore."

"Thank you, Lady..." Duke sighed. It couldn't be simply over just like that by how they were going at it...

"That only means that you need to be reprogrammed." Regina began again and Gunmax winced, "The perfect policeman does not care to appeal the team. A perfect policeman does not care about where he is living and working, everything follows you no matter where you go-."

"Lady! Please!" Duke choked.

"-And the perfect policeman does not beg and whine when someone does not rule in their favor!" Regina finished and held up the unfinished device, "This machine is going to be a switch. A switch for your A.I. and only I decide when you get shut down!"

"That's not what I want, Lady..." Duke choked, "I want nothing to do with any of this...!"

The sound of running meet his audios and he pressed against the wall as Duke ran past him, his face in his servos and his running stance sloppy. Gunmax watched the distressed ambulance run and he could still here within the room he had previously been spying on. Just as he was about to run in the room, to demand what was going on, he heard a slight choke...

Gunmax frowned and then growled softly as he made his way after Duke, the ambulance couldn't have gone far.

Stupid accusation! Turns out the ambulance could get as far as he wanted when he was upset. And he was very much ready to say, "Okay, I did my fair share of work, let him work it out on his own. I did."

And that almost made him smack himself, he hadn't done anything and it was hard for him to claim the prize of participation when all he did was eavesdrop. He growled and smacked his face, avoiding his visor to avoid dramatic stupidity, and slowly moved it down off his face in a gesture of stressed aggravation.

"Gunmax!" Drillboy came over frantically and in such bad hysterics that he would sometimes stumble on his words.

"Drillboy? Drillboy!" Gunmax said and tried to pay attention to the gibberish he was receiving.

"Gunmax!" Drillboy started again with the gibberish, Gunmax wanted to smack the drillformer but what he barely made out made him upset, "Duke left with Yuuta and his sisters!"

Gunmax was tempted to say, "It could be his turn to take them home." but he wanted to smack himself again. Duke hadn't been here for more then almost a day and half and he's pretty sure no one has had the guts to take over Deckard's job on taking Yuuta and/or his sisters home. So that meant he had to go to mini-bosses home and look for the ambulance, demand a explanation, and stomp all over histeammates.

He didn't listen to Drillboy anymore as he put his servo on the naive mechas face to shut him up and he made his way to his garage where his bike was waiting for the chase. What he didn't do as he turned the corner, was listen to his orange and soccer addicted counterpart.

"Wait! Gunmax-WAIT! Duke said something else! GUNMAX-!"

If it wasn't for the adrenaline in his mind and his pede and servos speeding his bike at high polarity, he would have seen the car he had made crash. He didn't care, he really didn't care right now. All he wanted to do was to catch up to Duke before anything happened without him.

He almost didn't stop when he made his destination and he groaned as a gear or a hinge broke in his bikes gyro. No way was he getting home without a tune up to his bike. He jumped off as he kicked up the kickstand and he made sure his bike stayed up on the curve before he turned around to Yuuta's house.

No ambulance in the garage.

No giant in the backyard.

No Duke talking to Yuuta or his sisters anywhere.

Where the neck could the ambulance have gone now? It was not that hard to find a simple ambulance with three familiar faces in it-!

Suddenly a cry ran out of nowhere, a high but very familiar voice crying in terror as a out explosion of a gunshot was heard, "DUKE!"

Dammit! God freaking-!

Oh my, I... I just need a little help with motivation... please? /:)

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