Several police guards and little hovering search robots scan the blazed ruins of the BlackBott. Massive chunks of black metal were scattered along the city square. "Any sign of Black?" Cadet 1 asked another guard. He carefully leaned over and lifted a sizzled piece of wiry metal. He sighed.
"Nope. Guess he got fried like the rest of his creation."
"Or he survived and made a runner." Cadet 3 added. They looked at each other through their masks and then looked back at the ruins.
"Fried?"
"Yep, fried."
"ALRIGHT BOYS! TIME TO CLOSE FOR THE DAY!" Mr. Downs boomed over to them. The sky was setting and the moon was starting its usual routine across the sky over the city. They all backed up their equipment and the scanner bots, and fled off to their homes for the night. When everything was silent, a piece of metal suddenly shuffled and got knocked out of the way by a hand, emerging from under the rubble. Black's dirty face pooped up. He groaned and pulled the rest of him out. His pants were burnt up to his knees and a massive rip was in his shirt across his chest. His hair was flattened to one side and his eyes were blood shot and weary. He stood up on a slight angle as his leg was injured. He breathed in a gust of air. "I LIVE! WOHAHAHAHAHA!" he yelled to the city in triumph, punching his fist in the air, but quickly lowering his arm as his muscles weren't exactly in the best condition. "Ow! Dam that hurts!" he looked around and sneakily limped into a dark ally, a crazed grin on his face.