Won't Stop till the whole World knows my Name

"How can I help you, Mr Hamada?" Alistair Krei adjusted the cuffs of his suit before sinking down into the plush chair located behind his sleek desk. Interlacing his fingers, he settled his elbows onto the chair's armrests, watching Hiro carefully. As expected, Alistair Krei's office was located on the highest floor of the building complete with an iconic view of San Fransokyo's skyline through a giant window made of tempered glass. The bay and iconic San Fransokyo bridge were visible on the left while the rest of the city was sprawled out across the horizon on the right.

The office itself was minimalistic and held a large glass desk, complete with black wood panels which were inset into the glass, a black executive chair, two pot plants growing in triangular dark grey vases and another glass table with black panels inset into it along the wall on the far right on which lay an assortments of snacks and drinks. "My secretary tells me you have reconsidered our offer and are accepting an internship here once you graduate but something tells me that's not really why you're here."

Hiro sauntered across the room walking in an exaggerated relaxed pace before collapsing into the chair on the opposite side of Alistair Krei's desk. In a move calculated to irritate the man, he then proceeded to kick his legs up, settling his yellow trainers onto the glass table all while slouching back in the chair. "You would be correct." Hiro tapped a foot, rocking the chair he was now sprawled in. "I'm not here about the internship."

Alistair Krei raised an eyebrow at Hiro's antics but made no move to reprimand him for his behavior. "What then, pray tell, is the real reason you've requested to see me, Mr Hamada?"

"I know why you're really building a new facility in Los Anjo-shi and I want in on it. In return I'll willingly offer you my services on your secret project." Hiro steepled his fingers, resting his elbows on his armrests in a mocking mimicry of the position Alistair Krei was holding. "A willing researcher is a lot more efficient than one that's being tortured into submitting, don't you agree?"

"I have absolutely no idea what it is you're referring to. The facility in Los Anjo-shi is exactly what I've told everyone it is. We're building a manufacturing plant in order to mass produce the rocket boots I procured from Andres Diaz three years ago. We are hoping to market them as extreme sports equipment."

"And I suppose the secret complex you designed to go beneath the building is in actual fact intended to store the stock overflow," Hiro dropped his feet to the ground pulling a two printouts out of his back pocket, "and not really meant to hide a secret lab used to build a time device capable of bringing weapons from the past into the present?" Leaning forward he slid them towards Alistair Krei. The first contained the official plans Alistair had submitted to the city council regarding the intended design of the facility. The second was a more intricate design for an underground lab, linked to key points of the first building.

"If you think you're going to blackmail me with some photo-shopped designs, you're sorely mistaken. I have never seen those designs in my life." Alistair responded, refusing to be shaken so easily.

"Oh really?" Hiro pulled the paper back in towards himself. "I suppose you won't mind too much then if a city inspector visits your new facility and checks these entry points." Hiro tapped the marked entry points on the design.

"What if, theoretically speaking of course, there really was a lab located beneath my facility in Los Anjo-shi. Why on earth would I be using it to bring weapons from the past into the present. Surely it's cheaper to manufacture said weapons myself?"

"It would be, if you were interested in the weaponry currently available but that's not what you're after, now is it?" Hiro folded the printouts, pocketing them once more.

"What, according to your wild rather fanciful theories, is it I'm after exactly?"

"Now that's a really good question and it really had me stumped for a while there. To be honest I probably wouldn't have stumbled upon it at all if I hadn't found out that someone had stolen all the torpedoes off of the old World War II submarine that appeared in the bay." Hiro leant forward in his chair, watching Krei carefully for a reaction which is why he didn't miss the slight twitch in the right corner of Krei's lips. Bingo. "Now I know the submarine was brought through the rift entirely by accident seeing as you hadn't yet figured out how the time portal works but it brought with it an opportunity you and your men couldn't miss."

"This conversation is over." Alistair stood, turned his back on Hiro and walked over to the large glass window, effectively shutting Hiro out. "I have no use for something as archaic as torpedoes."

"Maybe not but I'm sure you could find a lot of use for nuclear weapons." Hiro threw the comment out there watching as Alistair turned back to face him, the afternoon sun creating a halo around the man's silhouette before him. "All the world's nuclear weapons were dismantled when the United Nations issued an edict banning their existence roughly three hundred years ago. The dismantled components were destroyed along with all records detailing how they were made and pieced together. We have yet to recreate anything nearly as destructive as the atom bomb."

"Procuring and recreating such weaponry is illegal." Alistair Krei stated making his way back to the desk.

"But so very lucrative." Hiro pointed out. "I'm sure there is more than one government willing to procure such weaponry in the black market. It would be such a useful boost to their political agendas. Surely a business man such as yourself is aware of the potential profits to be made?"

"Surely a hero, such as yourself, would be reluctant to involve himself in such dealings? It would be a little hypocritical to apprehend crime in the city when you're adding to the statistics. A good boy such as yourself wouldn't dream of sullying his hands in such a manner, I'm sure."

"You forget, I was hustling people in bot fights before I jointed SFIT and created Big Hero 6. I am no stranger to adding to the criminal statistics number. I'm not looking for a big cut. Say, round about 5 percent of the profits to do with as I wish?"

"You turned over a new leaf and left that life behind when you created your Super Hero Team." Alistair Krei sank back down into his seat, resuming his earlier position.

"I created the Super Hero Team to get revenge on Callaghan for killing my brother. I continued to run it as there were no better offers on the table. I have found a better offer and I want in on it. Which is where you come in."

"What about your friends?" Alistair inquired.

"They're not my friends. They're Tadashi's friends. I was just his substitute," Hiro said bitterly, leaning back in his chair, "and I'm tired of pretending to be someone I'm not. My brother was always the goody two-shoes in the family. Personally I prefer living on the dangerous side. So, do we have a deal or not?" Hiro quirked an eyebrow, waiting.

Silence.

The seconds ticked slowly by, each one more agonizing than the last. No one moved, a silent battle of wills playing out in the heavy atmosphere. One man weighed the pros and cons of the offer while the other waited in anticipation, awaiting the verdict, awaiting his judgement.

"We have a deal." Alistair stood and held out his hand. Hiro shook on it.

Their verbal deal was sealed.

- BH6 - BH6 - BH6 –

A/N: Los Alamos: The birthplace of the U.S. nuclear weapons program. Anjō (Anjō-shi): a city in Aichi Prefecture, Japan. Los Anjo-shi: my made up city name that sounds a bit like Los Angeles (my attempt to preserve the naming convention that was used to name San Fransokyo in the movie XD). PS: I LOVE this chapter. Hiro is positively devious, don't you guys agree?

NevaehMichelle13: I'm glad you are enjoying it and the detail I have put into it. The details are the part I enjoy the most about writing a story and I particularly love it when readers notice. I think you under estimate yourself though. All you need is the right inspiration.

RazzlePazzleDooDot: Hiro is a little unstable emotionally as a result of everything he's been through. Hope this chapter revealed a few of the plot links that have been evading you thus far XD XD XD

Dreamer: YAY! I make your head spin XD. Now imaging how much mine has been spinning trying to keep this going? How proud are you of yourself right now? You picked up on the fact that Inquisitor is not actually the person behind everything! Well done! The journal is not quite what you think it is but it's close enough and will be making another appearance later in the story. The glitch only prevented me from reading signed reviews. I have been able to read the guest reviews but only so long as I did not approve them. They showed up on the moderation page but vanishished the moment I accepted them which is why I couldnt respond. I also love interacting with you. If you were logged in I would have sent you long replies via PM :P :P :P PS: You're so mean to Inquisitor XD

Ern Estine 13624: Don't worry... Tadashi will be right on Hiro's heels. You'll have to wait a little longer for the Tadashi panic though ;)

CrazyBlueOwl: Poor Inquisitor. He'd better start running now. Sorry to disappoint but Hiro is not with Fred XD. PS: It's not my computer that glitched. It's the entire fanfiction website. Everyone was experiencing the issue.

Guest (The one that volunteered to help CrazyBlueOwl out): I have been asked to thank you on her behalf. Plans are afoot.

Cosmickatsu: Agreed. This story is crazy long. Would you believe I was planning on making it about 20 000 - 30 000 words long? Tadashi has a plan... trust me XD

shooting2stars: Hiro is not a genius for nothing XD. As you can see he's figured out what the bad guys were after. * Insert evil laugh here* Tadashi is fighting really hard not to be over protective. One the one hand he wants to bundle Hiro up and wrap him in bubble wrap and on the other he wants to give Hiro enough space to be himself. Its ever a dilemma. Hiro is not helping much. This chapter has answered the question of what happened to Hiro. What do you think? Positively devious, right?