"Ham 'ona stick! Get yourself some ham 'ona stick!"Hank walked through the stands of the Local Tournament in Japan, with a tray strapped to the front of his chest, filled with meat on a stick. He felt like a fool right now. After losing his entire lard after the destruction of the Brazilian Fighting Cup at the hand of some robots, here he was in some Japanese town, at a tournament hardly worth mentioning, trying to serve food from a different country that he made from some stray cow. He'd been here for two hours, and hadn't sold a single thing. Honestly, he shouldn't have been surprised.
After watching some guy who looked like a 80's Sentai hero get his ass kicked by some kung foo girl, it started to rain. Great, Hank's situation just went from bad to worse. He didn't expect rain, which would've completely logged his meat. He needed to sell it and
fast.
Hank realized that he just needed to find the right crowd. Most of the people here were Asian. There had to be
some Americans here, who would've bought what he had to sell. Plus, it was in between matches. Plenty of time for people to hassle themselves and get some grub.
Rod entered the grey, featureless room. The only furnishings were three chairs and a table. Sitting at the table were... Damnit, he couldn't tell if
either of those Nomads were guys or girls. He was a bit disappointed at only two. He guessed most of the Nomads who appeared at the tournament either got the hell out of Rio after the robot assault, or got killed trying to fight them all. Either way, he couldn't be a beggar. He had exactly one week to find SYM-04, or else the guys at the HQ would "recycle" him.
Rod cleared his throat
"Welcome, uh... folks, I guess? Thanks for showing interest."He slammed a briefcase on the table, and clicked it open. He retrieved a sheaf of papers, and flimmed through it, handing both Rosie and Sage the same pieces: A picture of "Jeremy Halvit", basic information about him, and instructions to retrieving him.
"This is the guy. Unless you live under a scientific rock, you know that we here at Horizon Frontiers are the leaders in Prosthetics and cybernetics across the world. This, Jeremy Halvit, was a man who agreed to be the test subject for a suit that would improve ones entire body! But, for reasons unknown, he went berserk, killed several people, and ran away in the middle of the tournament. Luckily, nobody seems to be talking much about him, thanks to the whole city still mourning all of the lives lost, as well as the Fighting Cup Stadium.
"We have no idea why he is so aggressive. Such a rampage is technologically impossible. The theories with the eggheads is that the sudden stress of a massive robot attack triggered some adrenaline response, which his suit reacted to.
But, that's not the problem. Right now, I need you two... uh, folks, to find him, detain him, and bring him here. We're willing to pay 5,000,000 US dollars, or any equivalent, if you can detain him without causing significant damage."Rod suddenly slammed both of his palms on the table.
"Any questions?"
The robot hadn't appeared for longer than five minutes and already it was causing panic. a missile had slammed right into it, and it hardly appeared phased. Two SYMBIOTES walked along the mountain trail towards the village. Not ran, walked. There was no way they could attack the dragon from this range.
One of them had thin-looking legs, but massive arms, and a single glaring eye, plated with blue armor almost like an actual machine. The other appeared much more lively, with jagged and ridged red and black armor, and a full pair of monstrous teeth, fixed into an almost permanent grin, as well as a large black dome covering it's many eyes.
The robotic SYMBIOTE, SMOLDR, held up "his" hand, signalling the pair to stop. It's big red cybernetic eye scanned the Dragon, examining it's entire body. But, then it's sight drifed to another object in the sky, humanoid, flying straight towards the Dragon. Intriguing. It's eye also scanned
yet two other robotic entities, this time a young woman, entirely artificial, and a young man, partially cybernetic. Their original target was the supposed robotic army.
One of these entities was bound to be associated with it. The Dragon was too high up to assault, as was the humanoid rapidly approaching it. They approached the cliff, a few yards away.
As soon as SMOLDR and his companion, POCOA, had made visual contact with the two, the Symbiotic duo ducked. POCOA had activated camouflage and moved to a better vantage point. SMOLDR stood and approached the android and cyborg, speaking in his buzzing voice.
"ATTENTION. YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WITH HEAVY ARTIFICIAL COMPONENTS WITHIN BOTH OF YOU. DUE TO REPORTED DANGERS WITHIN THE AREA, SIMILAR TO SUCH A NATURE, I HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED TO PLACE YOU TWO UNDER DETAINMENT, UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. SURRENDER, OR PSEUDO-LETHAL FORCE CAN AND WILL BE INITIATED."
As if to prove his point, SMOLDR'S claws detracted from his huge arms, curled into fists.
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