Two hours later, the backdoor opened wide, an old man sneaked in, towing an empty garbage can inside with a grin. His eyes scanned the surroundings, his face flicked before it shifted back into his normal face. He leaned against the edge, bots walked down the corridor, inching closer to his location. He dropped to the floor and rolled into the heap of costumes. A green helper lodged between his earlobe whispered, “Hide! Someone is coming!” Mechanical joints creaked. They briefly scanned the room and closed the backdoor before heading back to their station. The pile of clothes trembled and collapsed, giant paws pressed sprung against the floor and flipped to his feet. He patted his mascot costume and lifted the head off his face with a green face. He spat, “Yuck, it stinks!” Vernon laughed in his ear; Draven swatted him away.He glanced at his wrist under the thick costume. “Shit, I am almost late”

"Step aside, Derek"    "Not unless I search you... Hehe or you take off your clothes?" he said, his hand dabbed the drool from his mouth.    She flipped her blaster and pulled the trigger. A plasma ray went straight for his head. He grinned as the plasma ray went through his body and struck a creator on the wall.    "Oh, you want to play hard," he said, waving his baton.    She grunted. A blade swung across his head. He retailed and blocked her attack with a smile. "Is that all you got?"   She twisted her wrist. Current ran up her blade and zapped him back.    Derek phased through her next attack. He licked his pierced lip, his baton glowed and swung it straight for her chest.  &nb

The taxi landed before an apartment. He swiped his com against the scanner, they both stepped down and walked to the entrance. His eyes squinted, noticing a figure lounging in the lobby. He held her shoulder and whispered. "Go ahead, I will catch up!" She pulled the door and while she walked to the elevator. The figure raised himself from his couch and turned around with a similar smile.  "Dad"  "Hello, son" Arkon approached Draven, within arms length. "Congratulations on your win!" He hugged him. Draven stepped back avoided his embrace. "Thanks" Arkon sighed and stiffly dropped his hands to the side. Becky peeked over her shoulder and sniffled her giggle within a palm. Trying to disperse the awkward situation, Arkon twisted his head with a half scowl,

"Hey, where are you going? Don't you care about her?" Draven snickered, said, "Like as if I am going to fall for your trap" "You can try calling her... she won't respond." Draven paused his steps, turned around and said. "We will see" he tapped her photo on the com. It beeped for a while before the call failed.  "The person you have called is currently busy" the glow in his eyes dimmed a few shades as he stared at ground with a perplexed expression. ‘She never takes this long to answer, right?’ ‘Maybe she is busy… no she always picks up my call, no matter how busy she is’ he took a side glance of the thugs, they stepped backwards. His face scrunched with contempt, ‘There is no way these wusses could touch her, she would have skinned them alive and fila them… hehe’ t

Draven wiped the blood off his grin, said. "Come on, is that all you got!" Fire ran up his blade, Draven charged and slashed diagonally, the adaptoid blocked it. A sharp cracked resonated in the room. Draven glanced at his crystal sword and heaved a sigh. He turned to the adaptoid, lines of cracks appeared on the blade. "NOOO!!!!"  The adaptoid attacked with a stab. Draven dodged while he gritted his teeth.  "How dare you!!!" He attacked with greater zeal. He dashed and teleported past his slash, then he swung the blade across his back. Adaptoid jumped to the wall and returned with a volleyball fist. Draven tilted his head away, its massive fist clashed against his shoulder with a crack. He spit blood and caught hold his fractured shoulder and teleported