A young, skinny man who appeared to be a mechanic due to his beat up overalls, boots, and oil on his arms and parts of his face, waited impatiently outside a garage at the entrance of an old, beat up, dying town. In the distance, a white truck appeared to be making its way, fast, into the town with a young cheeky boy who had a smile on his face as he drove and a 3 foot robot who, despite his robotic features, looked pretty worried. "[i]Up ahead the town is near and with me the steel is here![/i]" Meesha sang. Ten typed away on a built in keyboard sticking out of his chest. "I looked up the satellite image, it appears the buyer is alone. I don't know about this master, why don't we just turn around and give the truck back?!" Ten pleaded. Meesha began to giggle, and sped up. "Don't worry pal, this is business, i'm sure the Black Widow will understand." Meesha boasted. He came to startling halt as they arrived to the garage, the young mechanic looked up to the truck, confused, as Meesha jumped out the window and climbed on the roof of the truck. With his chest out and both hands on his side, he proudly shouted "Delivery of some fine, pristine Machina Steel!" Ten cautiously slouched in his seat, hiding. The young mechanic looked up to Meesha, confused and a bit upset. "I was expecting four men, not a 12 year old." Meesha crossed his arms. "Oh yeah, there was a mix up, or, more of a beat up. I'm your guy now, i'll see you all the steel for half of what ever you were going to pay them." Meesha said with a cocky tone. The mechanic was surprised, and muttered something into a walkie talkie attached to his overalls. "I'm not the one buying," The mechanic shouted, and opened the garage door to reveal an old man who looked about 50, with a full head of silver hair and an expensive looking suit, balancing himself with a cane. He walked up to Meesha, curious. "Ah, i'm glad to see Black Widow decided to lose the whole, sinister look and go with something a bit more..." The old man looked Meesha from head to toe, "Girl scout." Meesha gave an upset look, and jumped off the truck, landing in front of the old man. "Hey pal, i'm here for business, but if you want i'll gladly do to you what I did to those wanna be gangsters," Meesha shouted with anger. The mechanic looked to the old man to see what he would do. Ten covered his eyes, embarrassed. The old man locked eyes with Meesha, blank look on his face, for a good 5 seconds, and began to laughing. Meesha, confused, giggled, and started laughing too. "Ahhh, bravo! bravo!" The old man said "I love a business man with intuition!" The old man shook Meesha's hand, still slightly laughing, "My name is William Moriarty, this is my assistant James." Meesha smiled big. "Nice to meet ya will, i'm Meesha Blue!" William gestured to his assistant, "James, please, deal with steel, prep it for delivery." James nodded, as he entered the truck on the drivers side, Ten fell out the passengers side, dusted himself off, and ran up to Meesha and William. "Will, this is my very own assistant, Ten!" William looked to Ten and bent over to shake his hand with a smile. "Ah, nice to meet you Ten." Ten gave a mechanical smile. "You as well sir." William looked to Meesha, handing him a card. "Well, it seems I must leave, you know how difficult it is making money the way we do. Here, send me your information, i'll have the money wired to your account as soon as possible, and please, do call, I could really use a boy with your talents." William walked toward his vehicle whilst making a phone call as James loaded the last of the Machina Steel into the garage, closing the garage door behind him. Meesha waved and yelled out towards William Collins, "Pleasure doing business with you Mr.Collins!" William raised his hand without looking back as to wave goodbye as he entered the vehicle, "You too my boy!" Meesha jumped with joy and jumped back into the truck, Ten climbed in, and again they were off. --- It was about 6 o'clock as Meesha and Ten made their ways back home down the same empty road as before. Ten continued typing away on his built in keyboard. "Master, i've looked up several bus times and I think if we make it back to town within the hour we'll be able to catch the ne-" Meesha interrupted, "TEN!" giving Ten a devilish grin, he said slowly "We aren't, going to run, anymore." Ten sighed for about the 10th time today. Meesha and Ten were about a mile from the sight of the ambush.