LA International Airport LA International Airport
As Hank Summers' plane came to a stop, he was shocked to find himself surrounded by police officers and, stranger still, members of the United States Army.
He raised his hands. "If this is about the alimony checks, I swear I sent them!" He called out, just as a burly soldier grabbed him and smashing him to the tarmac.
"You are under arrest."
"For what?!" Hank called out.
"Treason." The soldier said coldly.
"WHAT?!"
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As Hank was led away, blubbering like a baby about how he didn't want to be raped by a guy named Big Brutus, Frenzy flipped down from the plane's wheel-wells and scurried towards a police car that sat in idle near the plane. The door swung open, the fidgeting robot snapping his mandibles.
"Damn humans and their singing…he blew out my audio receptors!" The infiltrator complained to the hologram cop Barricade was projecting in the drive's seat, giving Hank Summers the finger before turning to a computer in the cop car. "Found a clue about the Allspark. Explorer has seen our language. Had one son…possible descendents…" The 'bot paused as his search completed, revealing a file the Initiative had managed to obtain in their research on a certain Hostile "…haha!"
On the screen, an old photo appeared of 4 people: A stunning but cold-looking blonde, an innocent but deadly black haired woman, a massive dark-haired man with a forehead that was possibly larger than Blackout's, and a fair skinned, curly-haired man.
"Searching for William the Bloody." Frenzy stated.
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Crypt of William the BloodySpike groaned, pulling himself from the TV. The sun had set, which meant it was time for him to begin his nightly routine of smoking, pissing off the Slayer, and trying to hide his arousal for her while doing said pissing off.
He had just made it to the trap door leading to the upper level when he heard the engine rev outside the crypt. Turning his head, he only stopped to grab an ax before he stormed towards the door, ready to kill whatever was trying to rob him of his beauty sleep.
He emerged just in time to see the Desoto pull onto the main road.
"OI!" He bellowed, giving chase. "Get your own bloody car!" The car continued on, not speeding up but not bothering to slow down. Spike snarled, going into gameface, boots pounding on the road as he raced after his precious Desoto, not bothering to glance back at the strange looks he was getting from the few demons and vampires walking around the graveyard at that time of night.
The Desoto made a left, revving up speed. Spike picked up his pace, dreaming up what violent acts he would commit against the person or creature that had tried to take his baby on his watch.
The chip flared slightly at the thought of harming a human thief, Spike's steps faltering slightly and causing him to lose ground.
"Just another reason to hate this little…" Spike muttered as he ran into the city dump, just making out the Desoto's taillights. He hefted his ax, rounding a turn…
…and froze as he watched a giant, many times Spike's height, suddenly appear, scaling the mountain of garbage.
A giant wearing pieces of the Desoto.
He stood, transfixed, as the…thing…leaned up, firing a beam into the sky. Upon the clouds, a strange, geometrical face seemed to appear from the light. The thing's head…if that was its head, turned to the left, glowing blue eyes locking in on Spike.
And in that moment, William the Bloody did something he had rarely done before
He ran away.
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Brazil"Let's hope their telephone line works." Riley muttered as Graham paused to take a drink from his canteen. The other soldiers all paused, catching their breath, the humid air sapping their strength.
They barely had time to jump away as a massive fruit tree crashed to the jungle floor.
"What was that?" Sam asked, staring at the tree.
Fig began talking in Spanish.
"English…English." She reminded him.
Riley checked over his men, counting quickly to make sure they were ok. He never noticed the metal tail slowly rise from the ground, the spear at the end extending as the entire metal appendage reared back to strike.
"WHOA!" Graham shouted, turning towards Riley just as the tail was ready to stab his commander in the head. He fired his weapon, the tail sliding violently back into the ground, the soldiers looking about.
"Open fire!" Riley cried out.
"Contact! Contact!" Someone else yelled.
"Everyone quiet, settle!" Sam shouted. "What the hell is…"
Fig screamed as the tail burst from the jungle floor, impaling him through the gut and thrashing about, shaking him several times before dragging him down below.
The soldiers ran.
They fled as hard as they could, trees flying up and smashing all around them, dirt exploding outward as if mines were being set off, animals screaming and rushing out of the way as the thing chasing Riley and his men continued on its pursuit. Graham turned, letting out a yell as the ground burst behind him, revealing a gigantic metal scorpion.
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Scorponok skittered after the men, pincers snapping at their ankles. Occasionally, one would try to stop and shoot him, only serving to slow him down slightly and bring about the man or woman's death.
Luck was not on Scorponok's side, as the soldiers managed to burst from the jungle and end up at a small village, the ground packed too hard to make digging faster than just taking them on in the open.
Pity…Scorponok did enjoy his sneak attacks.
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"Go, move it!" Riley yelled, the traders crying out as they saw the machine monster emerge from the forest. Several of them busted open crates, revealing illegal weapons that they quickly armed themselves with.
It did little, as the scorpion merely chose to fire his missiles at them as well.
"Cover fire! Move it!" Riley commanded. "Sam, cover the rear! Graham! Cover the rear! Move it!" He rushed into a small shack, turning to the owner. "I need a phone!"
"Phone!" The man said, pulling one out. "Fifty bucks!"
"WHAT?!" Riley shouted.
"Fifty bucks!" The owner said stubbornly.
Riley shook with rage. "Did you see that thing out there, the thing trying to kill all of us?!"
The owner pulled a gun out and pointed it at Riley. "Then I would hurry and get the money."
Screaming in frustration, Riley ran back outside to Sam, hiding behind the building she was using for cover. "I need fifty bucks!"
"What?"
"Just give it to me!"
"In my pocket!" Riley reached in, only to get slapped. "Back pocket, pervert."
Riley had the decency to look ashamed, before he remembered where he was. He rushed back into the shack, waving the fifty in the owner's face. "There!"
"Oh, sorry…price now 150."
"What the hell are you trying to pull!"
"Supply and demand." The owner said with a grin.
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Scorponok zeroed in on the heat signature of two humans trying to hide from him and fired.
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Riley just managed to cover his face as a ball of plasma broke through the shack. Grimacing as a piece of wood caught his forehead, he wiped away the blood that was now oozing down his face and looked about. Finding the owner buried in some fallen wood, he tugged on the man's leg…
…and came back with a bloody stump, all that was left of the man.
"So much for that deal." Riley muttered, dialing up the phone and running back into battle, tossing it to Graham. "Pentagon!"
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"Give me a status." One of the commanding officers asked of a tech guy.
The tech glanced over his shoulder at his superior. "Sir, we're tracking a Special Ops team under fire in Brazil. They claim to be survivors of the attack on the Tango Five base."
"Survivors?" The commander said, stunned.
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Scorponok backed away as several of the men opened fire on him, sand kicking up in his wake. He squealed in anger, trying to get a shot.
"I haven't seen anything like this in my life!" Graham shouted. "We need gunships on station ASAP!"
"Predators' coming up in a minute."
Graham turned his head just in time to see a drone buzz them. Through the phone, the startled cries of the Pentagon officials could be heard.
"What is it?" One man asked Graham through the phone.
"Unknown. I don't…" He paused as Scorponok fired at them once more. "Man, if you seen this shit…"
"We need air support and we need it now." Graham heard another tech say just as one of the buildings to his right exploded, raining bricks and cement on their heads. "ETA one minute!" One of the commanders finally told him, their tone making it clear they were panicking.
Graham grabbed a canister from his belt. "Seven-man team, north of orange smoke!"
Letting the canister fly, Graham watched as it bopped Scorponok on the head, the robot turning and…glaring at him.
"Riley, the heat's coming!"
Riley nodded. "Laze the target!" Each man and woman turned on a special sight fitted onto their guns, a green laser beam shooting out and flickering on Scorponok's hard shell. "Ready, heat's coming!"
Graham, who had abandoned lazing the robot to try and drag a fallen soldierto safety, stared back at Scorponok. "What? BRING IT!" He roared just as the jets swooped in, unleashing their payload. Scorponok twisted about as he was hit, trying his best to avoid the missiles. Columns of sand shot in the sky, obscuring their view…
"No frigging way that thing's still not down." Riley whispered in horror as he saw Scorponok emerge unharmed.
Graham picked up the phone, his voice cold. "Spooky Three Two, use 105 shells." He snorted. "Bring the rain."
The hideous drone of the Spookies filled the air, the massive gunplanes circling overhead. Their cannons loaded, they carefully took aim at the enemy robot, a thudding sound filling the air as they let fly the sabot rounds.
Scorponok howled as his body was hit, the shells ripping away his defenses. Staggered and confused, the robot could only manage to dig into the ground, escaping from the prey turned hunter.
A broken bit of his tail that had been left behind twitched.
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"I want those men stateside and debriefed…now." The commander said.