The Alliance, Part 2

The Witch Doctor and the Fire Lord were in the Fire Lord’s chamber, discussing the report they had recently heard.

“Well, I know it wasn’t somebot from my group. We’ve been trying to stay away from the Searchers and Guards,” The Fire Lord said.

“I’ve been doing the same,” the Witch Doctor said. “I’ve been able to get my Quaza from abandoned mines, so I haven’t had any need for interaction with the Leaders. But, if it comes down to it, we might have to strike a deal with the Leaders to give us Quaza and Fuel we both need. I would dread to have to do so, though.” He shook his head.

“Yes,” Fire Lord replied. “But, because of the actions of one gang of Hunters, it may be hard for us to do that.”

“Will this mean Drack may reveal our location to the Leaders?” Witch Doctor asked.

“He had better not. We may be accused for it, and the whole City Guard could be waiting at our back door.” The Fire Lord said.

Just as soon as Fire Lord finished saying that, Drack and Cain arrived at the facility. It didn’t appear that there were other Villains from the Capitol City with them, but nowadays, you never knew.

--

In the Villain Reasearch Labs . . .

The finishing touches were added to the prototype robot named “Decim8r”, the first model from Project: Weapon.

Darkon rubbed his hands together, grinning, staring at his and his teams’ new creation.

“Magnificent!” Darkon exclaimed. “Let us take it to the new testing chamber!” he then said, referring to the recently made Test Chamber, something similar to the Training Spheres the Heroes once used some time ago.

--

Someone from The House shouted over the com link, "Oran, Jerin, Callibur, can you hear me?!" 

No response. 

"Helllloooo!" They shouted. 

The Stray who was calling let go of the talk button. 

Still, nothing. 

“Are you all okay?”

The buzzing of static.

He began to panic, and dashed out of the room.

--

Brey sat in the cold dark lair where Ahaz decided he and the Hunter gang would stay for the night. 

Ahaz thought to himself, as he stared at the frightened Stray, "I've just toyed with and killed all the Heroes and Stays I've ever found. Maybe I should do something else with this. . . Bray."

He decided to let Brey know what he was thinking.

"I think I've found something for you to do for me," he said with a wicked grin. 

The Stray reluctantly replied, with wide eyes, "like, what?"

Ahaz continued smiling and tilted his head toward the Stray, then said, "Would you like to live?"

Bray's eyes bounced around, his discomfort very evident, "Uhh, yes?"

Bray cocked his head slightly, turning away from Ahaz, while his eyes remained on him.

In his mind he thought, "What kind of question is that? Why such a question now?" Other thoughts whirled in his mind also. 

Ahaz didn't speak for a moment, for he was devising a plan as he spoke. 

"How about this one? Would you like to be free from those cuffs?" 

Bray looked down at his shackled hands, then looked back up. "Yes… I would."

"Excellent! The boy has chosen wisely, my friends," Ahaz said to his gang. "Gather around, all of you. I have a plan! " He waved his arms, signaling for all to come close.

--

Decim8r was inside the Training Chamber, hunting down a target. The Chamber was able to generate physical objects for specific training, along with virtual reality. 

  The Researchers deployed the dummy Hero. It had its own artificial intelligence, but nothing compared to an actual Hero. 

The deadly machine crept behind a broken down wall, ready to capture the unsuspecting artificial Hero. 

The Hero/dummy looked around, unaware of Decim8r. As the dummy moved along, the machine was not far behind. 

Soon, the dummy turned around, facing the opposite direction of the machine. It took advantage of the situation. 

Bam! 

The dummy Hero was apprehended. 

"You're coming with me," the menacing bot proclaimed. 

Decim8r, using its powerful arms, knocked out the squirming dummy. 

"Mission success!" the bot said in a creepy, robotic tone.

Darkon and the other Villain Researchers got exited!

Darkon’s eyes widened, then he smirked, because he had just come up with an idea. 

He then said, "Our next target for Decim8r will be. . ."

He paused for suspense. The rest of the Villains in the room anxiously waited for him to continue. 

He opened his mouth to say what it would be.

To Be Continued...