The Business of War

Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)

Behind the Scenes

By Hunter, Seadragon

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Scenario B
Participants:
Junkman (RPD)
Freezeman (SA)
Fatal Five (7M)(W)
Slashman (DM)(C)

Location: Berlin
Max. Cossack Scrap Value: 9793
SA Infantry: 1317
RPD Units: 1175
Wily Bots: 667

A group of robots was patrolling through the devastated cities of Berlin. After the intervention of the Ascendant Androids, the expression "dead town" described the place very well.
Leading them, five Robot Masters. They suffered the biggest humiliation recently, and must now cooperate with the Devil himself.
Riff thought back of the last days. After a successful victory to the SA, he and the other Wily-Bots were forced to collaborate with them - or Dr Wily would suffer a painful fate. This, they couldn't accept.

They stopped their patrol for a few minutes, with some Scissor Joes standing near - close enough to shoot them down if they did a rebellious gesture.
At the beginning of the War, the Fatal Five thought defeating the SA would be a matter of weeks. Now, they had lost, and lived for as long as they could help the SA.

Something caught Riff's eye : Karasû, one of his teammates, was motioning the Fatalists to get closer to him. he gave each of them a small medallion, a metallic F set on a red-blood V - their "logo".

"I put some protection charms in these", explained the wizard-bot. "It may come in handy."
As they put it on, they felt ... warmer. Was the spell already having effect ?

It was confirmed when one of the drones reported a lone Cossacker had been spotted. The Fatal five didn't like taking on people in inferiority, but ...

"It's him or us." stated Warpman. That, and the death of a Cossacker could please the General, and such, affect Wily's survival.
Riff commanded the Joe Officer to patrol with his men, while the whole Wily force would take on the lone robot.

With any luck, the destruction of the loner would help them to take the pain of defeat away. For a while.

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Slashman was quite happy with the spot he found. No one bothered visiting Berlin since the big show, and the open streets were like a supermarket to him.
He continued to dig for a while, when he heard an unusual noise. He quickly adopted a fighting stance, and sniffed the air.
He was surrounded.

To confirm his impression, Wily-bots popped in, and all aimed at the claw-master.

"Hey ! If this isn't old Wolverine !" cackled a misshaped robot, with the freakiest arm Slash had ever seen.

"I don't have the pleasure to know you yet, Wily scum" he growled, "but my claws will tear you apart before you blink !"

"Try that and you'll be mincemeat." told the grey robot. "Anyways, just so you know, we're the Fatal Five. Nothing personal." The Fatalist raised his arm, and Slash knew what'd happen the second he lowered it.

He closed his eyes, and huge detonations thundered all around him. When he opened the eyes, the Wily force was replaced by black smoke, and the Fatal Five were standing, still confused.

"You again ? Get lost, T-1000 !" yelled the misshaped robot.

Slashman's eyes widened in disbelief. Drastic Measures was here !

This promised to be the worst day ever for everyone involved.

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'Men!' Junk roared out. 'Take out those Wily scum! Let me handle those five buffoons over there, got it?'

The RPD's weaponry went off and managed to create a smokescreen for Junkman to come in and plant a powerful elbow into the grey robot. It then hit him: Those five from Norway. They somehow survived what happened there and have cornered Slashman.

'Look. Let's make this simple. You five Wily bucket of bolts just surrender yourselves now and I won't have to rearrange your faces with my Staff, okay?'

The leader of this group stood up to Junkman and decided to throw the first punch, hitting him square in the stomach. This was a huge mistake as Junk brandished his trademark staff and proceeded to pound the leading robot into the ground.

'Ugh... We have to fall back!' he exclaimed. 'Not a chance, Riff.' said Warpman. 'We have a chance to take this Cossack bot out and I'm not gonna let T-1000 and his RPD buddies take the fun away. Staccato, Karasu: Provide our friend some entertainment while I charge up the Warp Gate. GO!'

'Sure..' with that said Karasu threw down a couple of smokebombs in order to distract Junkman. It worked, for as soon as Junkman could turn around, he got hit by Staccato's twin blades and sent back a few feet.

'Heh. Thou shall feel the fury of my blades, for you are dead.' Staccato said in a menacing tone. He lifted one of his blades and slammed it down into the ground... He was hoping to hit Junkman, but instead he managed to get stuck in the ground. This gave Junkman all the time he needed to get back up on his feet and place his gigantic claw around the throat of Staccato.

'You five bolt brains should of quit by now.' said Junk as he tossed Staccato over to where the other three were. By this time, Warpman managed to get his Warp Gate up to full power as Riff, the leader of this group, had gather the others to head out without any attempt on Slashman's life.

'Good riddance.' said Junkman as he saw his old team mate and friend still stare in disbelief. He knew that one day that the others, his old team mates, would see him once again. Slashman asked the one question that has been a massive thorn in Junk's side:

'Hey, Junk. Where are the others?' Junkman sighed and told Slash that the others were killed in combat during their mission in Nonsteropolis. This shocked Slash to no end. His friends were dead. It seems that only Junk and him remained of this team more known to cause the most damage to a city.

'Look, we're the last two members alive, I know that, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to have to arrest you for supporting that terrorist Cossack. Now, you either give yourself up quietly or I'm going to make a dent into that metal face of yours.'

Slashman prepared to defend himself from his old friend when he noticed that the Warp Gate hasn't closed yet. 'Hmmm...' Slashman thought to himself. 'Hey, Junk. You think we can follow those five to where ever this hole leads to?'

'I assume so, Slash. What are you...'

Before Junkman can finish that statement, Slash used it to escape the clutches of the RPD. Junkman had no choice but to follow Slash through the Warp Gate. Even though he was his friends, his duty to the RPD came first before his friends' safety.

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They were in a dark, seemingly underground place. They could barely see in front of them, until Karasû lit an end of his staff.

"Everyone here ?" asked Riff. The Fatalists nodded, and Lento spoke up :

"Warp Gate remained open longer than usual. Has Drastic Measures followed us ?"

They turned to Warpman, who seemed rather uneasy. "It's never happened before - I mean, I have full control about my portals. But, I delayed the door, so that we have five minutes to get away."

"Could it be ... that the batteries we installed you gave their full potential ?" asked Karasû. "You better be careful, companion, or the side-effects could greatly damage you."

"Yeah. I'll think about it..." The Portal Master had other thoughts on the question. With such an increased power, there were so many things he could do now...

"Shall ye stay here, once the enemy comes hither ?" Staccato's voice took Warpman out of his daydreaming, and he quickly followed the other Fatalists.

They followed a metallic corridor, until they spotted a silhouette in front of them. By the looks of it, it was a Scissor Joe. In a way, this relieved them.

"We'll ask that guy to lead us to the present Officer, and report about the RPD arrival, okay ?" Riff walked closer to the Joe, in a calm way - the next second, he was getting shot at.

Warpman opened a door to get his leader out of the way, and Lento opened fire on the Joe, blasting him to pieces.

"It does not seem that they learned about our alliance." muttered Karasû. But already, the Fatal Five were thinking - didn't they hear something about a traitor in the SA ?

"That wall seems to have poor structural integrity." told Lento, as he removed a panel on the corridor's side. Riff took a look, and swore.

It was a factory. The construction lines were working on two kind of models : what seemed to be human-sized puppets, and giant metallic shells. Regular Joes were patrolling around, as well as some bigger 'bots. The Five knew them too well, for they met two in Anchorage.

"Siege Joes..." muttered Staccato, his voice trembling with fear.

"Okay, bad news. We found something that should've remained hidden. It's a factory controlled by Mesmerman's forces. And whoever's guarding it will have no remorse about stuffing us full of plasma."

They remained silent at the perspective, until Karasû headed back to their "entrance" and broke the silence :

"I guess we can ask for Drastic Measures' help..."

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Slashman came out first through the Warp Gate only to arrive at some underground location that even he didn't know about. Just behind him was Junkman, who managed to give chase to the fleeing Cossack bot.

Junk landed on his rear end and said a few choice words that are best meant for older people. He got up and saw what seemed to be a factory. 'Now, what in the hell is this place?' he said. He tried to radio the other RPD units, but the signal was so weak that it was pretty much useless to try and contact them.

Junk sighed and went over to Slashman. 'Looks like I'm in over my head here. Whatever this place is about is bad news. You up to ally, like old times Slash?'

Slash thought about what Junk asked for, and despite Junk working for the RPD, the feelings of being with his old team mate once again proved to be too great for him to overcome as he shook Junk's hand. 'Good,' said Junk. 'Let's see if we can find anyone else that's friendly around here before figuring out where we are...'

That's when Slash saw Karasu and attacked him quickly. Junk moved in to pull Slash off of the bird-like robot only to find the other members of the Fatal Five in the same area. 'Give me one good reason why I don't beat you punks into the ground?'

Riff spoke up for the team. 'This place... is a factory. For Mesmerman. He's somehow controlling the place and creating both puppets and Siege Joes.' The mention of the name Mesmerman quickly got Junkman's attention, for it was Mesmerman who killed Freezeman in cold blood way back when the team was in Hong Kong. It was also Turboman's goal to go after Mesmerman for what he had done to him. With Turboman and the others fallen, it was all on Junkman to uphold what Turboman wanted the most: Revenge against Mesmerman.

Riff, unsure about what he was going to say, asked Junkman to partner up with them for now. At first, Junk felt appalled that these Wily bots would ask for such a thing. Then, Warpman spoke.

'Look, T-1000. What we all have found here has to be destroyed no matter what. You think we want anything to do with that floating whackjob? I am with Riff here. We team up, take out this factory and get the hell out before you try to arrest us.'

Junk and Slash shook Riff's hand as they stood near the factory unsure of what the plan is for taking down this evil place.

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Deep in the factory, there was the unlikeliest being ever in a SA-controlled factory. It was a regular man wearing a costume. He was sitting in a rather comfortable chair, and his eyes were closed, as if he was meditating.
There was something scary about him : his smile. Had it been wider, the upper half of his head would fall off.

"So, they will come and explore? Wonderful..." he muttered, apparently pleased with himself. He raised his head, and opened his eyes. For a mere second, instead of regular pupils, he had small, black-on-white spirals. "Come in, please. I know you're here."

The being that entered his room was once a proud warrior ; now, he was just another mindless puppet in the hands of the Great Trickster. His body was covered with stained glass, all red and blue.

"You know about the intruders, Master." he started. "Do you want me to take them down ?"

"No, not yet." replied the man. "They're pouring fear from every part of their body, and it feels ... delicious." He then turned to the robot. "Besides, some of your friends are here, and I'd like you to prepare a nice welcoming for them."

"Friends ?" asked the robot.

The man had a vague hand-gesture. "Brother-in-arms, teammates, whatever word you want to use. You don't want to ruin the surprise for them, do you ?"

The robot then bowed his head in agreement. "As you wish, milord." And on these words, he left.

"Yes, get ready ... Freezeman."

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On the surface, the RPD force was confused. Their leader had disappeared through an energy portal minutes ago, and didn't reappear since.
In the meantime, they went and secured the town, taking quick care of the small SA patrols, but ... something felt wrong. It was hard to say why.

These 'thoughts' raced through the brain of #3-13, the RPD Command Bot, as his troops were sending reports of the situation. He was about to transmit another order of patrols when his hearing was filled with static.
He tried another comm. line. Static. Another one. Static again. Each and every one communication channel was completely blocked, virtually leaving the RPD bots to fight on their own.
3-13 headed out of the building he was in, and was greeted by the sight of a plasma cannon aimed at his head.

The Siege Joe blasted the commander into a puddle of metal, and went out to carry on the slaughter. Everywhere in Berlin, SA Joes and Siege Joes were taking care of the intruders...

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Fear was following the explorers as they went deeper. The group of now seven robots was going downer in the factory, in search for an exit. Many times, they were close to being caught by a patrol of Joes. Many times, they nearly died of an "heart attack", as a Siege Joe went in their sight and left it.
It took them fifteen minutes to go down a floor.

"I'm getting fed up", muttered Warpman. He was about to open a Warp Gate when Slashman put a hand on his arm. "What now, Logan ?"

"And where do you think you'll land, Warpy ? You have eleven chances out of one to land in the middle of Joes !"

"That, and they could spot us." added Riff.

Mumbling, Warpman cancelled his shot, and they resumed their infiltration.

The lower levels were easier to go through : more assembly lines to hide near, and less and less troops to patrol.

Finally, they found what seemed to be the control room. The only being in it was in a chair, his back turned to the warriors.

"Well, well!" he said cheerily. "Now that you found me, I'm 'it'?"

"Does not compute." replied Lento. "Making sense required."

"Weren't we playing hide-and-seek together ?" asked the being with his cheery voice. "You mean I deactivated the security for nothing ?"

"What doth that mean ? And who art thou?" asked Staccato.

"I enjoyed watching you. So much fear, such tension ... I'm loving you guys already ! But I'm getting impolite..." the chair turned to reveal a fine-looking man. "Thaddeus Tillman, President of SyneCo."

Junkman gasped. "You were that man Garderham was investigating about !"

Tillman nodded. "Yep. Annoying critter was all nosy ... asking rude questions ... Can't I do my job without getting annoyances ?"

"But SyneCo was closed for four years at least !"

"I see you talk with the right persons." replied the president of the ghost Company. "But this won't stop this fun time, right ?" He snapped his fingers, and a robot came from a nearby door. The Drastic Measurers gasped at his sight.

"Freezeman !" they shouted in unison. The cold master did not reply, or move. In a gesture of his hand, the crystals on his body turned in montrous shapes, composed of blue and red glass.

"Have fun with my personnal bodyguard." said Tillman. "Oh, and ... try to catch me !" he laughed before running away.

On a nod, Junkman and Riff ran after him. The glass-beasts tried to block their way, but a missile barrage from Lento and Warpman bought enough time to both leaders to get away.

With an evident frustration on his mind, Freezeman turned his attention to the five remaining warriors. He was already thinking in which ways he would dispose of their corpses.

The artistic thoughts that raced through his mind pleased the Glass Warrior, and he sent a mental impulsion to Eden and Hades.

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Riff and Junkman were following Tillman for a minute already when they lost sight of him. They had entered a rather cosy -and out of place- hallway. All but one door were closed.

"Is there any more obvious of a trap ?" asked Riff. Junkman remained silent, but both prepared their weapons and entered the room.

It was a 'regular' CEO's office, complete to the pile of unsigned papers. Just after they had entered, the door closed, revealing Tillman.

"We found you, Tillman" stated Junkman. "What will you do now ?"

"Playing" he answered. Something looked wrong with him : his smile was getting abnormally wide, and his body seemed to shift, like some pearls were growing on his limbs. And then, his right eye extended from its socket, forming a white tentacle, and connecting to the back of his head.

Completely scared, Riff opened fire, hitting the "human" in the chest. Flesh opened, revealing a black spiral on a white sphere. Tillman's skin ripped out from this hole, revealing the body of an infamous being...

"Surprised to see me ?" asked Mesmerman. "I hoped you'd have guessed it by now !" A blood-red scythe appeared in his left hand, and he charged at the warriors...

Junkman summoned a Junk Wave. Although it went through the psychic monster's body without a scratch, it hit a humanoid 'shape' behind, which made the monster flicker.

"Riff !" But the Fatalist had already guessed : he released his missiles and unloaded his Gatling on the area filled by the shape, followed by other Junk Waves from the Trash Master.

The broken body of a Mesmer Puppet fell to the ground, which caused Mesmerman's body to slowly fade away. "Oh, my !" he mocked. "I can't believe you defeated me !"

"Us neither." replied Riff.

"Figured that." replied the smiling freak. He then shrugged, an unsettling move for a limbless creature. "I had other business to attend to, anyway. See you next time, and touch nothing !"

"Wait !" shouted Junkman. "Are you the real Mesmer, or just a copy ?"

"One of the answers, both and neither ! It's for me to know, and for you to ponder about - for eternity !" The spiraling monster finally disappeared with a shrieking laugh, which echoed all through the room.

The unlikely allies stared at each other before Riff asked : "You think he meant it, with "touch nothing" ?"

Junkman shrugged. "It seems that guy never do anything without a reason. If he took us all the way here, it's because he wants us to know what's left there." 'There' designated the computer.

They headed to the machine - it was on.

"You're good at hacking ?" asked the RPD Officer.

"Not that much" admitted Riff, "but live and learn, right ?"

The two leaders started working on the security codes, while -as they supposed- their teammates were still battling Freezeman. To each, their battle.

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Freezeman was staring at his five enemies, and no one dared to do the first move. Until Slashman yelled :

"Freeze ! What happened to you ?"

The Glass Master thought a bit on this before answering : "Mesmerman. He has shown me the light. I agreed to work for him, and he gave me the right tools to admire the destruction we caused by fighting."

"Are ... Are you insane ?!"

"No, my friend. Don't you remember our name, Drastic Measures ? There is a reason we're called that way, and I'll show you it now !"

The glass beings charged at Slashman while Freezeman walked back a bit. The feline warrior jumped out of the way at the last minute, only to see the beasts were following him.

"Yes ! Only destruction can lead to harmony ! Crush, kill - and create the ultimate form of art !"

The Fatalists used their arsenal on the beasts - bombs, missiles, or stranger means. Karasû was using the ground itself, as he turned parts of the floor as projectiles, with little effect. Howver, it forced Eden and Hades to focus on several targets at the same time, giving Slash some room to breathe.

Staccato himself had found his weapons of little use - even his Metanium-plated foils were damaged by the bladed limbs. He went closer to Karasû, with the firm idea to protect him if it came to the worst.

"My friend, I have a special mission for you." whispered the raven-wizard.

"And what is it ?"

"This foe is quite similar to summoner wizards - if we can kill the master, his beasts will fall."

"But how ? My blades are of no use, and I can't find a way to hack through the defenses of these despicables horrors !"

Karasû smirked. "We will use ... a Gate. Warpman ! Freeze around !" He then turned to Slashman, who was close to them. "Grab my hand, fellow warrior !"

Slashman didn't question, as the Fatalists went closer. They all had their hand on Warpman, who was raising his weaponed arm.

A flash. All went still.

"Time Stopper." explained Warpman. He was obviously in pain rom the effort. "Okay, Raven, what's your plan ?"

"You all distract the monsters. Warpman, you'll open a door to Freezeman. Staccato will rush through and kill our foe."

"What ? No ! He's ... he was my teammate !"

"There's no other way." told Karasû. "It's him - or us."

"Okay, time in." said Warpman, as he deactivated his Time Stopper. "Let's go with the plan."

The beasts were still after them. Lento fired a Slowdown Cannon, with no effect. He opened fire with his own weapons, until they ran out of ammo.

After the cloud of smoke shifted away, the things were still here, though a bit damaged.

"Use the amulet, companion ! Raise it !" Doing as ordered, Lento found himself surrounded by a white-grey glowing aura. One of the beasts charged him, its arm aiming at his heart - to find itself breaking on his torso. Lento replied with a punch which shattered the abomination's body before it reconstructed itself.

"I told you there was a protection spell." explained Karasû, but he was already seeing the effects were wearing off. He nodded to Warpman, who opened the Warp Gate. Staccato was about to enter it, when ...

"Out of my way !" Slashman pushed Staccato out of the way, and jumped in. He found himself in front of his teammate, soon followed by the duellist-bot.

"My old friend ... You've come to kill me, isn't it ? How foolish of you..." Freezeman raised an arm and threw a Freeze Cracker at the beast-bot. Staccato blocked it with his left arm, which was soon frozen to the shoulder.

"Stay away and block him ! This isn't a battle to be won by recklessness !"

Slashman nodded. he jumped around Freezeman in order to distract him, and finally jumped to the roof, where he threw goo bombs. Immobilized, and blinded, Freezeman screamed in frustration before his heart was pierced by a single foil.

"The game is over." Staccato tried to remove his blade, but it was firmly stuck - he had to break it, in order to keep the hilt.

Slashman kneeled next to his fallen comrade. "I ... I'm sorry, Freezeman. Had I known about your loss in Hong Kong..."

"It's not your fault, Slash. No one can stop Mesmerman." Already, his breath was getting hard.

"Please ! Don't leave me, Freeze !"

"Don't be sad. I'll meet the others. Shade is already ... waiting ... for ... me." And on these words, life left the proud warrior.

The glass beasts fell apart at the same time, but no one was really paying attention to the victory. The Fatalists were all gathered around Slashman.

Karasû patted the clawed warrior on the shoulder. "We ... we must leave. That way, we'llbe able to give a decent tomb to your teammate."

Slashman slowly nodded. Lento gently took the body. His armor was open on several large areas, and one his legs was barely connected to his body.

"Let's see what our leaders are up to."

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After a few minutes of "exploring", all Junkman and Riff had found on the computer was a single file, protected by a password - and attempted everything that came to their mind, and related to the psychic monster. From the obvious - "mesmerman" and "thaddeus" - to the obscure - "rothenburg", "monsteropolis" or "penchinon".

"Hold on, I may have something." told Riff. Junkman raised his head. "See, he rebelled against the General because they don't have the same goals, right ? And what does the General wish to accomplish ?"

They spoke in unison "Elysium" and typed in - and the file opened.

"A tricky one, for sure." commented Junkman. The Fatalist nodded, beaming. They turned their attention to the single file that was in it. It was a text file, but surprise came to them as they read it. It started with coordinates for something in space. Something big. Above, there was a description of that something.

"Holy ... We must copy it." Riff nodded, and both robots connected themselves to the computer. The transfer went fine. But as they disconnected themselves ...

... the screen broke from the inside. Mesmerman was in the machine, and tried to get out ! First his hands, then his head destroyed the glass. He spoke up in a ghostly voice : "Seven days ... Seven minutes !"

Both warriors screamed in terror and ran away. As Riff turned back, he saw the screen was intact, and there were no glass debris on the ground. What had just happened ? He didn't know, and didn't want to know.

They ran back to their teammates, meeting them battle-damaged and carrying a fallen Freezeman. They stopped, and caught back their breath.

"I won't touch a computer for a while" told Riff.

"You're lucky. I mean, you don't work for the LIVING computer !"

"We have the General" snapped Warpman back, and replied to the look of uncomprehension from Slash and Junk "We lost to the SA, and we're with them now. End of the story."

Before Junkman could reply, alarms rang all around them, and they found themselves surrounded by Siege Joes. One of them opened fire on Slashman, who fell to the ground, half of his body burnt by plasma.

"Crags ! Warpman, away ! Now !"

"I ... I can't !" yelled the teleportist. "They're blocking my power !"

"Weapons empty. Death quick." told Lento.

The Siege Joes were getting closer, aiming at the fighters, when the unbelievable happened. Warpman's amulet glowed, and he found himself the center of an energy storm. Every opening, every hole in his body was glowing, as if his innards had been replaced with pure plasma.

There was a sound of thunder, and the eight robots disappeared, leaving the Siege Joes with the alarm.

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BERLIN

The area around the factory were emptied of any presence, thanks to the 'SA' 's intervention. They had quickly left as well, after the self-destruction activated itself.
Exactly seven minutes after Riff and Junkman had copied the files from the computer, a good half of the ghost city of Berlin blew up, finishing the job Napalmman and his Androids had started months ago.

Then, after the sound of the detonation had disappeared, Berlin went back to being a dead town.

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BRUSSELS

"Comment allez-vous, monsieur ?"

Slowly, Junkman was waking up. Last moment, he was surrounded by Siege Joes - and now, someone was speaking to him in a language he didn't know.

"How do you feel, sir ?" asked the man again.

"Could be better." Junkman got on his feet, and saw Slash and Freeze on the ground, close to him. "Who're you and where are we ?"

The man saluted. "Captain Roland Silver, Watcher in the belgian division of the RPD. And you're in Brussels."

"I better thanks that Warpman next time I see him..." muttered Junkman. He turned to Silver. "Contact Monsteropolis. I've got top-level informations for Crorq."

He looked at his teammates. "And tell him I terminated a SA Officer and put a Cossacker under arrest."

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KALINGRAD

The Fatal Five were more used to Warpman's powers than Junkman. Still, the fact they went from Berlin to one of their Russian strongholds amazed them.

Riff turned to Warpman - and saw he was as good as dead. His body was burnt and charred on several places, his eyes were destroyed, and smoke was coming from his mouth. The Fatalist leader nodded to Karasû, who took an extra robot battery out of his sleeves.

With professional moves, he opened Warpman's back panel, and connected the battery to his body, and the warping bot was back to life.

"Gotta love these SF batteries." he told. Riff smiled. Even if Warpman was the most annoying of the Fatalists, none of the Fatalists would accept his death.

"Alas, there's little chance they still work after this. You will have to geet back to standard batteries, my friend." explained Karasû.

"Hey, at least I'm still here to complain about it !" Warpman then turned his attention to Riff. "So, what did you and T-1000 find ?"

"Something real big." Riff explained. Then his heart sank. "So big I'll have to show it to the General."

Now, the Fatalists were wishing they got caught in the factory's explosion.

And somewhere, in a place where time and dimensions were mere words, a bodyless being was laughing at them. The loss of Tillman and of the factory was a real thorn in his side, but he could still work with that. At least, he still had loyal followers in the less expected places...
Mesmerman laughed again, and the ethereal plane shivered in fear.

THE END

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