And so here is chapter 2! Read, enjoy, and review!

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Chapter 2: When engineers meet

"I think there's been a mistake," Tarma said. "There is no mistake; the Sacrelover (the weird pattern in the last chapter) is always right," the Cupix said sternly. "But, I barely know Alisa!" Tarma protested, "And even the Metal Slug Wiki on the internet has little to no information on her!" "But Tarma," Clark interrupted, "You two have a lot in common. Cupix is right." "Well," Lily said, "You'll have to ask her out."

Tarma's legs then wobbled so violently that he dropped to the floor, sat on his knees, and clutched his stomach. "Hey Marco?"

"Yeah?"

"What's that weird feeling called again when you can't ask a girl out even when you want to?"

Marco then pointed at Tarma and said," Tarma… you're getting NERVOUS!"

"Wait," Cynthia tried to clear it up, "So you're telling me that Tarma LIKED Alisa if he's nervous?"

"Totally," Ralf said. He then lifted up Tarma like a rag doll, and said, "Come on lover boy, time for you to meet your new girlfriend."

"She's not my new girlfriend!" Tarma shouted, and tried to break free of Ralf, but Ralf was one of the Regular Army's strongest powerhouses, so it's not surprising that Tarma couldn't break free of his diamond grip (diamond grip is stronger than iron grip). Marco and Clark followed, amused at the situation.

"There's goes today's entertainment," Cynthia sighed. Sooner than she thought. The door burst open again, and this time, Trevor ran into the room, slammed the door shut, boarded some planks against the door, and turned towards the drill instructors, who were shocked to see his condition. His hair was unruly and in a complete mess, his clothes were dusty, and somebody had apparently used a board marker over his face, drawing the spectacles and moustache design. On his forehead was written 'Jackass.'

"Oh hey ladies," he said, "Can I stay here for, I don't know, a few days?"

"Is there this much drama here?" The Cupix asked. "Yeah," Lily replied, "You'll get used to it."

The garage

Alisa was repairing a Slugnoid, a roofless, robot-like armor that had a tank's cannon and twin Vulcan cannons. It was designed especially for rough terrain and in cases where jumping means everything since the rocket boosters on its back weren't for flying; they were for leaping large distances. Four people than came into garage. She looked up and saw that it was Marco, Ralf, and Clark and…

"Tarma!" She said in a delighted tone, "How glad am I to see you!" "Uh… so am I…" Tarma said nervously, which she noticed. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "I…. uh…." Tarma sputtered, too afraid to say it. "Come on Tarma," Ralf said, elbowing him, "We're waiting." Tarma's legs had turned to jelly, as if he had Rickets. And then, to everyone's horror, Tarma actually wet his pants. "OMG," Ralf gasped. "This'll leave a bad impression…." Clark commented. "Tarma, if you wanted to go to the bathroom, why didn't you say so?" Marco demanded. Tarma then noticed that Alisa was staring at him in shock. And amusement.

"Right. Alisa would you be my Valentine for today?" Tarma then asked. She stared at him, and blushed. "Why… of course," She said, her face turning red. Tarma Roving had asked her out. THE Tarma Roving III himself. The famed engineer. Could this day get any better?

There was a rush of relief over Tarma's face. "Oh thank god," he sighed. "See you at seven," he said. Both engineers turned around at the same time. The four gentlemen then exited the garage. "Way to go Tarma!" Marco said, giving Tarma a high five. "Now that's over," Clark said, and demanded, "now go and change your pants!"

7 o' clock

"So what's gonna be your transport?" Marco asked, "A motorcycle? High chance of death on accident." Tarma was wearing full sleeves, high collared shirt of which the top part was black, the lower part was blue, and the sleeves were black, and blue jeans. Simply wow. "I've arranged that," Tarma said with a grin. He then pulled out a remote, and pressed the red button. A loud vroom came, and Marco turned his head. His jaw dropped to the floor.

It was an Enzo Ferrari racing car. With the original red color! "That's not all," Tarma said, and pressed another button, and the back part of the Ferrari opened up, and pulled out a large tank cannon. The wheels popped out spikes, and two Vulcan cannons popped out of the roof. "Behold! My masterpiece! The Ferrari Slug!" Tarma said with an imperious voice, "Isn't she a beauty?" Marco was too spellbound to say anything. Never had he seen anything more awesome. "How…did you…" he said, and Tarma interrupted, "I just used a little imagination and the right parts to build it. Took me a year to build it since its private. No one knows about it." He then pressed the green button on the remote, and the Ferrari Slug turned back into a Ferrari.

There was a noise of footsteps, and both men turned around. "Whoa…" Tarma remarked.

Alisa was wearing a blue shirt, whose sleeves were quite large. She had brown pants on that reached to her kneecaps. She was still wearing her engineer's hat.

"So…." She asked, "Where are we going?" Tarma then said, "Why, to the Robuchon Chateaux of course, one of the best places in Tokyo." "All right," she said with a smile, "And we're going there in a Ferrari?" she noticed the car standing. "Yep," Tarma said, "so let's go."

And that's that for Chapter 2! Chapter 3, coming up next, only on ! So what do you think? Pretty good so far? Please review.