Wanna hear more lousy excuses for why I haven't been posting much lately? No, neither do I - so just pretend that I was away on some sort of adventure and couldn't have any access to this whatsoever. It's much easier this way, ain't it? (Kindly excuse my momentarily horrible grammar there.) Anyways, back to the lovely Tadashi!

The door to Tadashi's cell opened - he glanced up again. It was the one who had been visiting about every hour since communication with Hiro, or whatever felt like hours in this horrendous place.

Apparently, though, he had the right to see who his escort to pain was, this time : not surprisingly, but still a little unnerving was that the man, who he could now see, was only a little bit older than he was. He was perhaps late 20's, brown hair, gray eyes, white teeth… though his lips sneered up nastily, as if Tadashi were a piece of gum stuck on his boot that he couldn't seem to get off, or some other type of inanimate nuisance.

Before his guard could bring him up roughly again, the Hamada brother sat up from his lousy excuse for a bed and smiled happily, pretending that everything was alright, even though it was clearly not. However, he didn't make a sound, as he wasn't allowed to speak unless given permission or answering a question - something he had learned about right after speaking with his younger genius of a brother. Not for the last time, he wished that Hiro and everybody else, including Aunt Cass, was far from San Fransokyo, and had put themselves out of harm's way. Of course, knowing his brother, they were probably already on their way, ready to bust him out and/or kick some serious butt, only to find themselves in danger once more - because of his sake…

He stifled back a gasp. As they were walking down the deceptive hospitable hallways, behind the glass in the doors he saw people in lab coats and guns on their backs racing around, doing… something. Certainly, they haven't managed to retrieve Baymax's supposedly destroyed files, have they? Or they could have gotten it the other way…

No. He refused to think that way. Besides, if that were the case, wouldn't he already know? After all, they did promise to torture his brother in return for the info on the file's location, or at least info about the file itself. Unfortunately, that thought really didn't help him feel any better whatsoever.

Passing by one in particular, he could see some giant metal thing filled with wires and circuit boards. It looked a center core for a very, very large… bot.

Oh, fantastic. He shifted his eyes forward, careful to not stare into the doors - after all, it would only cause a premature heart attack. That was for when he saw Hiro again, presumably in this wretched place.

"So," he matter-of-factly said, taking his all-too-familiar chair in front of the man again - this time, he had a bruise on his cheek, "aren't these types of meetings getting kind of boring? Y'know, you threatening me, me retorting with a smart remark, you trying to intimidate me, threaten my brother, threaten anything and everybody I love, etcetera, etcetera…"

The man didn't respond. The silence unnerved him. He wisely choose to not speak again without consent. Or at all would be perfectly fine.

"I would like to take you on a journey today, Mr. Hamada," he finally spoke, rising up. Once again, he was reminded of how really intimidating he was. If Russia was a living, breathing person, then certainly this man would be the exact personification of it.

Standing up silently, careful to not bump the chair, Tadashi followed the man out the door that closed behind him, whispering something that to him, sounded like a final goodbye.

They, along with some other guards, stood on a decent sized metal bridge, spanning between the hallway they had come from and the one in front of them, leading to somewhere unknown - probably somewhere he didn't want to go. Below, large metal parts - cogs? Engines? He hadn't the slightest idea - but he was currently focused on what was directly in front of him.

"I don't understand," he said finally, risking looking at the director beside him. In front of them was a map of San Fransokyo and apparently everything around it within 200 miles. He recognized a large blue dot indicating where they were, and a lot of dots sporadically placed around his home city were red, in some type of pattern that if he had more time, he could decipher.

"Here," the other said smoothly, "do you see this blue dot?" And indeed, he could - it was slowly but surely making it's way to them. In fact, he suspected it would be here within a couple hours.

"Yes."

"Splendid. Do you want to take a gander and guess what exactly that is?"

Not in the slightest, he wanted to say. But responded with, "Hiro."

"Ah, but not only the other Hamada. Including that infernal mascot, the germaphobe, your certain healthcare companion, Tomago, and of course, your all time favorite… Honey." He stiffened and silently cursed Hiro. If he got his hands on his younger brother ever again, he would give a lecture so long and strict, his Aunt Cass would be proud - a thought very scary.

"So you do like her? Interesting…" Tadashi could feel the blood rushing to his head, making it ache. "Well, I'm sure you will spend plenty of time these next couple days seeing her - though under what conditions, I'm not sure."

"But you see the red? Of course you do. That, Hamada, is the path our… super-robot, as you might call it, will ravage. A Baymax, 3.0."

"3.0?"

"Oh, yes - you heard of your brother's antics in saving San Fransokyo from your old professor, yes? They used a sorts of Baymax 2.0. But this time, it is us making the next version."

"But," he hesitated, "how did you get the files? I thought they were…"

"You thought, of course, they were destroyed in that unfortunate fire. They were, of course, but that wasn't the only file you had on Baymax, was it?"

"But I only had one!" Tadashi sputtered, forgetting his place for a moment. "So how could you have…?"

The man grinned. "And that, Hamada, is a story for another day." With that, he turned around, walking back at a brisk pace - the muzzle of the guns at his back, Tadashi stepped forward and made his way, following the man. As he did, he couldn't help thinking, that things were going to get a lot more exciting soon - and not in a good way.

So, what d'ya think Hiro will do when he sees Tadashi? Or, more importantly, the other way around? Wait and see (though I can't guarantee) next time, hopefully within 2 weeks. Kindly rate and review, and I shall see you all again next time!

-DragonFire0102