The morning passed quickly.

The four heroes had already eaten breakfast, which Ratchet had even prepared himself. He wanted to apologize again for the accusations he made against Rivet during their argument yesterday. Naturally, the rebel thanked him and accepted his apology in the form of a kiss. Now all four were sitting in the spaceship on the way to the planet that housed the headquarters of the perfume company where Clank had been invited. The silver robot had given it some thought. It would certainly be a long day, because if a big perfume company like K.R.A.F.T.W.O.R.K asked him to promote their new product, together with an experienced super model, then there would be a lot to do.

"I think we're here!"

Said his best friend at the wheel. A planet floated in front of them, green on the outside with a few white lakes. "Oh, I'm so excited to see how you'll look on camera, Clank," Kit motivated her counterpart. If the silver one could blush, this would have been a moment, "Oh, thanks for the support, hmmm."

"Then land, love," Rivet jokingly commanded your boyfriend, who flew towards the orbit. In just a short time, they were in the airspace of the city planet. Large skyscrapers everywhere, many companies and corporations that drove the financial market. It reminded them a little of Megalopolis, only much bigger and more crowded.

"Holy moly. We should be careful not to suffocate under those people down there," the rebel admitted cheekily with her familiar grin, which made the other three laugh, "Don't worry. The letter said that we could end up on the roof of the company. They'll recognize us, the guys said." The orange lombax continued to fly intently through the airspace before four people on a tower waved signs around, "There it is!" Their ship headed towards the receivers. Three wore suits with sunglasses on their faces, one of which was a robot. The fourth had been the owner of the store. A young, slender man with a fabulous red coat, wearing fur, glittery pants and light blue skin with a white ponytail. His three-fingered hand with the rings on it waved to the heroes of the dimensions who landed in front of him and also got out immediately.

"It...is a GREAT honor to welcome you to our home, Mr. Clank!"

The alien shook the little hands of the robot, who got a little carried away and then greeted the boss as well: "Nice to meet you too, Mr..."

"Call me Flatts," the elegant businessman turned his attention to the rest of the troupe and immediately extended his hand to Ratchet, "And of course we also welcome the hero of this galaxy." "Oh...uh hi, thanks for the nice welcome. This is my girlfriend Rivet and this is Kit," the lombax scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, while his host examined the rebel and the yellow warbot.

"Oh, she's adorable," Flatts shook Kit's hand, who looked down sheepishly, and then examined Rivet, "Oh no wonder he has you as his girlfriend. Darling, you look fantastic!"

Rivet's cheeks immediately turned completely red at the compliment, but she kept up her tough exterior: "Oh...hehe...thanks. So, ahem can we go then?"

"Ah of course. Time is money, so please follow me." The boss led them through the next door back down the stairs. He gave a short tour down the corridor and explained some information about the new product that Flatts wanted to sell. "It's important to me that both aliens and robots wear a wonderful fragrance," the blue alien gushed, "That's why I founded this company and my latest perfume has the unique ability to work for BOTH parties!"

"Oh yes... very exciting", in truth the lombaxes were very bored inside, but if their best friend was getting such a great offer, then they wanted to be there for him too. The group came closer and closer to the studio, where the businessman placed both hands on the large door: "My latest product is called *Platinum*. I wanted to call it Soft and Wet at first, but that sounded too wrong, haha."

Then Flatts opened the door, "And here's the studio!"

The heroes were amazed. The room was well equipped with cameras, lighting and professional staff. Standing a few meters in front of them was a robot lady who was fine-tuning her purple dress and then turned her attention to the boss and his guests. "Mr. Clank, this is your colleague for the shoot. Mirey Petty, our best model here," the blue one asked the model to join him. She approached the heroes with a smile and greeted each of them with a friendly handshake before lifting Clank up, "I've always dreamed of working with secret agent Clank. I'm a big fan!"

"That gives me déjá vu," joked Ratchet and Clank also had to chuckle. "She wasn't always a model," Flatts added, "She was a background dancer for Courtney Gears before she left. Now Mirey works here and has helped me sell a lot of products."

"I'm just doing my job," the robot-lady added with a sweet laugh before turning around: " Just a minute. I have to get ready again, then we can get started."

"No problem, Miss Petty," the silver one admitted politely before he was also shown to his cabin. Meanwhile, the lombaxe and Kit stood aside and the model had also disappeared into her cabin. Once inside, Mirey's expression suddenly changed to deadly serious and she took the back exit from her room. Once outside, she placed the claw of her three-fingered hand on her ear and appeared to contact someone, who answered the call.

"They're here, Kettil. They've taken the bait."

"Excellent, Marit," the red robot on the other line was pleased. Marit's dress suddenly transformed into her actual appearance, looking more combative, and with that she moved on to the next phase of her plan. "The gadget bots that Pluto reprogrammed are finally fully operational. Now I'll let them go and everyone in this dumpster of a studio will panic," the little machines with the sharp teeth stepped out and scattered around the floor on their way to the power source. First the extremist would shut down the electricity and then no one would call for backup when she took the sample from the lombax. The model now also inserted a blaster into her sides, which opened briefly, and strode menacingly along the corridor.

Her plan had begun.

The workers were still busy in the studio. Ratchet and Rivet were standing with their arms crossed near the catering area, where the orange one was accessing, which made his girlfriend grin. "...What? It's free," the hero jokingly defended himself before his best friend appeared. Clank was wearing the familiar suit from his movies, which naturally led the three of them to compliment their friend, "Nice outfit, pal."

"You look great, Clank," came from the yellow robot girl, which made the silver one grin: "Thanks a lot, Kit. I hope that goes..."

"Where's Mirey?"

Flatts sat in the director's chair. The shoot was about to start, but the female lead still wasn't there, "If she's dawdling, then..." Suddenly, the spotlights went out. The workers all looked around questioningly before one even tried out the holo-tablets, "Nothing works! We've been knocked out of electricity."

"But what was that," even the lombaxes and their robot friends looked around questioningly before small mechanical foot stomps could be heard. They crept up to the staff and before anyone could react, the first one was attacked by a horde of gadget bots.

"HELP", now everyone was under attack. A host of the little machines overran everyone in the room, except for the pair of course. Ratchet and Rivet defended themselves against the little beasts, while Clank and Kit jumped back into their backpack positions. "Ratchet, I can't call them back. They must have been reprogrammed," the silver one tried to control the gadget bots as he always could. None of the little ones responded to the signal and they continued to bite their way through, "Someone is controlling these things from the outside!"

"I'll look into it. Stay here and try to save the people," the orange one stomped through the little robo-monsters, while the rebel tried to save the other aliens. "Hold on, I'm coming," Rivet used her hammer to smash the pests. The evil gadget bots had already caused a lot of damage, some of the aliens were even covered in blood. The rebel didn't like the situation.

"Ratchet, hurry up or we're going to die!"

Meanwhile, the duo from this dimension ran through the corridors. There was no sign of anyone who appeared to be controlling the little bots, but they didn't give up. "Where could that guy be?" Ratchet had just finished checking a room when Clank spoke up, "Ratchet, it's Miss Petty up ahead!"

"Oh no. We have to warn her," the hairy one strode towards the supermodel, who had turned her back to them and began to grin when she heard the footsteps.

"Miss Petty. You need to get out of here! Qui.."

Then she turned around in a flash and fired her blaster at the duo. The lombax dodged in time and stared in bewilderment at the female robot, whose blue optics sparkled menacingly, "Gotcha, Lombax!"

"What do you mean *gotcha*," Ratchet was confused, but everything was clear to Clank, "You're a Heavy Viking! You're one of the extremists!"

"Oh no, my cover's blown," Marit playfully pretended, "You've given Widar a run for his money, but you won't have it so easy with me!" The terrorist continued to fire at the hero. He skillfully dodged the blaster fire before knocking the weapon out of her iron hand with his omniwrench and then grabbing his hand around her wrist, "Don't move!" "Oh, what do I do now," Marit pretended to be desperate, which the orange one fell for.

"So, now call the gadget bots back and then..."

However, his arm was turned over. Marit had the smaller one in a headlock, rammed him against the wall and launched a few punches. A kick followed at the end, which sent the duo slightly backwards and made the lombax cough briefly: "Kung Fu? Wow...you really danced for Courtney." The terrorist tried to grab her blaster, but the hero was quicker and kicked it away. A short fistfight ensued, which ended with another kick to Ratchet. Marit then pulled out a knife from her wrist and pointed it at the lombax's throat: "I just need a drop of blood, or something similar. Hold still!"

"No way," his two feet rammed against her torso, sending the robo-lady backwards. She got up and ran up the stairs, "Come and get me!" "Oh dear," was all that came from the silver bot before the lombax gave chase. If he and Clank didn't stop Marit, then those evil gadget bots could do even more damage and the whole building could go to ruin. The duo raced after the extremist, not wanting to waste any time.

Meanwhile, the evil gadget bots had pushed Rivet and Kit against the wall. They were joined by Flatts, who was holding his badly wounded arm, and several cameramen, who were also covering their wounds. The small machines approached the aliens more and more menacingly before the door was slammed open again. Marit suddenly ran through, glanced at her employer and then mockingly bowed with a laugh, "Oh, how I love to watch squishies full of fear. I'm afraid I can't stay long because I have a hairy chaser on my back."

"MIREY, YOU'RE FIRED," the blue alien yelled out, before Ratchet reached the studio again. "Ah the plague! Come and catch me, then your sweetie here can watch a real woman finish you off," the terrorists of steel continued to run through the nearest exit, signaling the lombax to continue running after her. The gadget bots suddenly remained silent, as if waiting for a sign. And that gave the rebel the chance to take up the chase as well, "I'll be right back, I promise!" "But..." before the businessman could say anything back, Rivet jumped down the bots and ran after them.

But Marit had also noticed, which only made the female robot growl, "Urgh...bitch!"

The terrorists' target was once again the roof, where the lombaxe ship was still standing. There she would strike down Ratchet and take a sample for Pluto, and then she would turn her attention to Rivet and take what she needed. Finally, the hero stood up again and was already in a fighting stance in front of her, "Not another step!"

"Oh no, definitely not," her knife twitched again, "I'm so sorry, Clank. I'm really a fan of your movies, but you're the failure and the traitor here!" The model ran at the duo and swung at them with the blade. Ratchet dodged and then rammed his omniwrench against her legs, causing his opponent to flinch briefly. The lombax's next move was to strike her on the chin, which had some effect. Paralyzed, Marit walked backwards and rubbed her skull before growling angrily again.

"I'm going to beat you...!"

Now she was going on the offensive. She struck wildly at the lombax, who first blocked the punches, but was then hit after all. With several kicks, the robo-Lady threw the lombax against the ship and then came at him with the knife. "Just a small drop," she raised a test tube and then aimed the blade at his cheek. The cut had been unavoidable.

"HEY YOU!"

The rebel's hammer slammed into Marit's skull from the side, nearly knocking the model off the roof. The knife, but also a remote control landed on the ground, which was immediately crushed by the lombax with the omniwrench, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Rivet helped her boyfriend up, before they both looked at the panicked looking terrorist, "I guess that's what you used to control the bots?"

"You... damn flea circuses! I'll get you for this," even though Marit was convinced she would win, the next beatdown was not on the cards. Both lombaxes ran at the magenta robot, hammering her with their weapons, nearly destroying her armor and sending her tumbling to the edge of the roof. Before her feet lost their balance, the male lombax grabbed you by the collar to keep you from falling, but not just because of his kindness.

"Okay: tell me what Victor is up to, that you need my blood!"

Marit saw no way out, but thought of one more option. The orange one's middle arm was free and his fur was showing. The next move was bold, but the terrorist then pulled a second knife from her sleeve, reached a hand around Ratchet's arm and cut off a tuft of hair, whereupon he let go of the model's collar in reaction, "ARGH, oh shit!" Marit fell down and it looked like she was about to hit the ground. However, the extremist pressed a hidden button on her side, which activated two wings and sent her flying back up into the sky. The four heroes looked after the robo-lady, who disappeared into the orbit just like Widar.

"She got away," Rivet said disappointedly, before checking Ratchet's arm, "Are you all right?" "Yes, I'll be fine. We should quickly check on Flatts," he gave his girlfriend a kiss before they both ran back down to the door of the building to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, the orange one couldn't stop thinking about just now, "What are those terrorists up to?"

Name: Marit

Call number: MK7B-69

Skills: Commands a flock of gadget bots, wings on back.

Codename: Das Model