Omicron: Warrior of Destiny, Ch. 3 [PG-13]

[Pyroman.EXE]

Chapter 3

This fic is now PG-13 due to mild violence. Don't worry, though, I won't overdo it.
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“Official Net-Battler business. MAKE WAY!” John yelled to the top of his lungs as he jetted to the sight of the accident on his mo-ped. People leapt out of the way at his voice, and fortunately, he didn’t run into anyone, until…

SCREEEEEECH!!!

John skidded to a stop, eventually falling off the bike, while his bike spun into a blockage of cars that suddenly stopped in front of the intersection. John jumped up, to see that lines of cars had suddenly come and lined up, completely blocking off the street. Others on the same street began to panic, as each car opened in unison, with a mean looking guy coming out of each one. They slammed their doors shut, creating a loud noise that startled whoever wasn’t paying attention at the moment, and causing a few kids to cry. The group of guys went, and encircled John.

One of them grinned. “Look at what we have here, a stupid kid trying to play hero.”

Another chimed in. “We can’t have you interfering with our plan. We’re gonna take the data that was hidden in the DOT* system network, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

One of them cracked his knuckles. “So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna go quietly, or do we have to put you to sleep first?!”

John turned around, totally pissed off, trying to see if there was a gap in their lineup so he could escape. Funny thing was that he was in a circle of buff guys, with no exit.

“Crap.” John tried hard not to panic.

“You’re too undecisive to be an Official! Let’s get this little whelp!!!”

Some of the guys charged at John. The first one swung his fist at him, missing by a hair. John ducked under him and dealt a sharp blow to the thug’s gut, causing him to fall over out of breath. John turned around, only to be tanned by a punch to the cheek, which caused him to stumble a bit. John regained his composure, tapped his backup button on his PET, and resumed fighting, though not to much avail. A cop soon came by.

“Holy crap… HQ, this is Zerker, we need backup. We have Official John Tirado over here, trapped in a gang fight, and I can’t take them alone. Please hurry!” The cop slapped his walkie back into the holster and unsheathed his pistol. The thugs saw him.

“Freeze! You're outnumbered! Surrender, and we won’t have to use heavy force on you!”

“What an idiot.” The guy who dealt the first blow to John whipped out a gun of his own.

“So, what’ll it be, Mr. Officer? You guys don’t outnumber us. I can cap this kid here before you can even think of pulling the trigger. You sure you want to do this?”

The cop stayed in his position, unable to do anything for fear of the Official’s life.

“So. You gonna shoot? Or am I gonna have to make up your mind?” The thug laughed, and then turned around to see his captive, when…

“WHAT!!!”

John had disappeared.
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Lan ran out of SciLab, to see a Limousine pull up.

“Lan, come on! You won’t make it there fast enough by foot!” Chaud opened the door, and Lan hopped in without complaints.

“So, how bad is it?”

“Still no feed of the navis. Alex is trying to restore communications using Audioman to help, but right now, we got nothing.”

Lan sighed. “Crap.”

The limo drove off.
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John ran. Fast. A few sirens were heard in the background, but he didn't let up.

“We gotta get outta sight, then jack into a street light. I wonder where we can do that…”

“Be careful, John, we don’t want to run into them again.”

“Duh.” John wiped some blood off of his cheek. After taking a few turns and running a few blocks, he located a streetlight and decided to use that.

“Jack in! Pyroman, EXECUTE!”
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The limo stopped at a nearby light, with Lan and Chaud leaping out. Wih Lan’s prototype PET, and Chaud’s newer IPC-made PET, they both jacked in.

Megaman looked around, and, not much to his surprise, saw viruses. Nothing new.

“Alright, Lan, gimme some chips!”

“Alright! Battlechip Elec Sword, Slot in!”

Megaman’s right arm turned into the usual elecsword. Chaud then slotted in a variable sword, and the duo hacked away like usual until all were gone.

Chaud looked puzzled. “So, where are the others? You see anyone, Protoman?”

“No… wait, who’s that?”

A navi came up. It had a microphone in its right hand, was colored green, and had two speakers situated near his head, in a similar position to the fans on Windman. His helmet was a simple, standard helmet, black and green to match his body suit. His skin color was dark, and the icon consisted of a few green airwaves on a black background.

“Oh, it’s Audioman. Have you seen anyone?”

Audioman spoke up in a typical street voice. “Nah, I ain’t seen no one around. I don’t know where they woulda went, but I think I heard someone earlier. Some sort of squealin noise or something like that.”

“Do you know where it came from?”

“I went to the spot where it came from, but no one was there.”

“Let’s head back there. Maybe someone showed up.”
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“Hehehe… they’re coming.”

“Good. Delete them.”

“Yes, master. But, please, can you spare a dark recovery? I’m feeling weak all of a sudden.”

“Hmmm… I wonder why. Anyways, Nebula’s not going to be too happy at us using all of these darkchips; try to go easy on them.” Two darkchips materialized before the dark navi’s hand.

“Thank you. You won’t be disappointed.”
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End of Chapter 3.

* DOT is short for Department of Transportation.