The mysterious robot from before was standing outside a residential area close to a nearby base, though this time it was vacant of its pilot. Walking along the road, the mysterious martial artist was looking for a particular spot in which to wind down. Dropping that Mountain on Preet had completely drained him of all desire to do anything else in the day. It was for that very same reason that he decided to pay a visit to the local bar, deciding that a drink...or 57 were probably the best way to spend the remainder of his days. As he entered the bar, he spotted what looked to be a Los Betas officer looking at a photo of something. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the picture seemed to have been taken from an internet forum, and that the photo depicted someone called Fujita. Said main looking at the photo looked completely and utterly depressed as the mysterious martial artist sat down next to him and ordered 5 shots of his favorite drink: Tequila.

"Why...why doesn't she understand? I'm only trying to show her my love!" The Betas officer howled in anguish, causing most of the bargoers to begin staring at him with mild to extreme annoyance. "It's all those other people's fault! If they were all gone Fujita would love me!" The officer once more howled, and at this point Yin rotated his seat to face the officer.

"Ya know, I knew a Fuji once. Big piece of shit. Granted I dropped that shit on some pansy lookin' motherfucker in a gay ass mech" The martial artist said with a smirk that belied how inhebriated he still was.

Of course, his mention of knowing a Fuji inmediately set the officer of the Betas off. 'HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT HER, ONLY I CAN TALK TO HER LIKE THAT. ONLY I KNOW WHAT SHE TRULY LIKES!" He roared as he brandished his .45 caliber sidearm at the martial artist, only to find himself losing about 6 teeth to the instant front kick the man delivered to his face.

"Ya know...Kid's should nae play with guns. Ye coul' hur' someone." said the martial artist as he walked over to the fallen officer and delivered an axe kick to his ribs. "Git the fuck out' herre b'fore I smash ya to bits,"

"I-I'll never forget this. I'll hunt you down and kill you!" The Betas officer screamed as he limped pathetically out of the bar.

The martial artist quickly retook his seat and began the slow process of enjoying his previously ordered tequila shots.