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Tadashi ran, not taking the chance of looking back. It would only slow him down, maybe long enough to catch him. And who knows what would happen if they found him outside his cell. He darted around unconscious guards who had fallen victim to his unknown help. He soon became extremely lost from all the turning and almost stumbling over bodies. Suddenly he passed a slightly unopened door, labled, "Room 462." The message. Backtracking quickly, Tadashi slipped through the opening and behind him, they swooshed in with a soft hiss. With careful hands, he found the control panel, which allowed it's settings, and took the nearest heavy object - a printer. He held it over his head and brought it down, knocking the panel off it's pedestal. It broke out into sparks. He could have also hacked it, reprogrammed it, and shut down every door in the facility, but now was not the time for breaking firewalls when he was a wanted man.

Sinking down, Tadashi put his head in his hands, desperately gulping for oxygen. He heard no one approaching him, so that immediate threat was over. However, there still was the room he was in. It wasn't an interrogation or a prison room; in fact, there was barely anything in it, except for a few things.

On the far side of the room sat a large computer, seemingly of the next-century, complex technology. It sat on an oak desk, containing several compartments and drawers. A black mesh chair was left open. There was a separate table, where he had taken the printer. It was now empty.

Tadashi began pacing the walls, searching for anything - cracks, hollow areas, maybe some spy intercoms. Since the power was back on due to the door working, there was a very high chance of something, maybe a camera, in the room. Seeing nothing, he crept up to the computer. It was flashing a blue light over and over on the monitor; after slight hesitation, Tadashi pressed the ON button, sinking into the chair. The screen flashed brightly, almost blindingly. A box popped up, asking for the password. Recalling the note, he dug it out, reading the unfamiliar numbers and letters in his head. P : 3D2F04H31. With trembling fingers, he typed each letter one by one. He hit ENTER.

It granted him the home screen, looking somewhat similar to his laptop at home. Several files were displayed. Tadashi hovered his mouse in right hand corner, holding his breath in nervousness. The date was… May 3rd, 2033. Nearly a year had passed since the fire. A year… Gulping, he clicked a file one named "Operation : San Fransokyo." It directed him to view it, and his mouth dropped open.

"Sweet mother of blueberry muffins…"

Tadashi instantly knew why they needed Baymax's files. The ones destroyed in the fire. In the blueprints depicted the parts of a robot of some sort… similar to the Baymax during the battle with Professor Callaghan. It had a carbon fiber exoskeleton, yet with a more durable, less squishy and huggable material difference, wore light, angrily spiked armor, and stood about 30 yards tall. Somehow, it looked like a cross between Godzilla and a whale. According to the notes, it could travel at about 52.6 miles per hour, weighed nearly 300 pounds, and had the strength equivalent to an elephant. The only thing missing was it's programmed chip device that would allow it a sort of life of its own. However, it wouldn't be a healthcare companion. It would be the destruction of San Fransokyo. For good.

It went on, with more plans on the operation. It showed maps of the large town, several paths, statistics, and more. Much more. So much more, that Tadashi couldn't read all of it - it would take hours. And, obviously, he didn't have hours; maybe minutes. He skimmed the words quickly, noting some points of interest : including the route in which his Aunt Cass's bakery would certainly be destroyed. With rising horror, he read a small notice.

Plan to be set 2 weeks after we find the files of Baymax : a healthcare companion designed by Tadashi Hamada. The inventor has been captured, but refuses to tell us where they are. We cannot resort to torture, as he will be needed later, with his right mind. We have threatened harming his little brother, Hiro Hamada : the one who defeated Professor Callaghan last year - we have found his brother is his only weakness, as of now. If he does not confess soon, we will bring the boy in. Perhaps hearing his brother screaming in pain will loosen his tongue.

'What do they mean, I will be needed with my right mind?' he thought. 'And… are they going to resort to torture? Oh, god, no…." Eyes wide in terror, Tadashi's trembling fingers swiftly dashed across the keys, deleting the file. They probably had multiple others and backups included, but it felt… good to get rid of such trash. He brought up the file window again, frantically searching for something else. Moments later, he found it.

Biraben College for Intelligent Minds : Shut down on November 24th, 1973.

Cause : On November 24th, at approximately 10:35 AM, a radioactive substance leaked through the vents from the chemistry lab, located on the second floor. Students were evacuated and dealt with accordingly. The school was shut down and students and any employers working there were to leave for the day.

Conclusion : The substance was never identified. The school was shut down as a quarantine zone. Currently unoccupied; no entrance due to biohazard risks.

Tadashi let out his breath he wasn't quite aware he had been holding, leaning back a little. Clearly this facility hadn't been checked in quite a while, as these people had apparently adopted it. The report ended there. He exited out, bringing up a search bar, typing in the school name. He clicked on the location.

Up popped a map. According to that, the school was, and is, located on a peninsula in Biraben, now nearly uninhabited. The town was located about 160 miles southwest of the city of San Fransokyo.

Tadashi had to stop this. The problem was, he couldn't. Sooner or later, he would be captured again in this complex place. And then, he would have to somehow find his destroyed files, or… or else. That meant he had to get someone else to help him. Someone with an ingenuitive mind, bravery, with plenty of helpers. They would probably need some extremely powerful inventions or technology - which pretty much meant only one person could possibly break him out and save San Fransokyo. Again.

Hiro.

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-DragonFire0102