Day in the Omnitrix ~ S3

Final Warning ~ 8

(Suit Yourself, Four arms's owned tailor shop. It's a well supplied tailor shop, housing a large variety of suits. The shopkeeper is a rather slim tetramand named Bertram. He sports a Grey suit)

(Four arms, Heatblast, and Wildmutt walk into the store)

Bertram: Ah, Master Arms. It's so good to see you.

Four arms: Hello Bertram, it's good to see you as well.

Bertram: (looking at Four arms suit) I see Lola is holding up nicely.

Four arms: Had a couple of tumbles but, still here.

Bertram: Glad my handwork is still holding up. (notices Heatblast and Wildmutt) My apologies, Good evening Masters Mutt and Heat. I assume you're all here for the party tomorrow night?

Four arms: That, aaaand...

(Four arms points to the door as the rest of the O10 walk in. Bertram notices Astrodactyl being carried by Diamondhead)

Bertram: Ah I see

(Bertram then goes under his desk, then comes back up in full surgical gear)

Bertram: Bring him to the back. I'll have him diced up and served as Taco Bell's mystery meat tomorrow 

(Wildmutt turns his head in confusion, then gives Four arms a grin of respect)

Four arms: No need, just go into lockdown. No one gets in until we're done.

Bertram: Hm, and here I thought I would be up all night mopping up blood.

(They all laugh)

Bertram: Heh, I kid. My work is never messy 

*5 minutes later*

(The O10 surround Astrodactyl who is tied up in a chair. Wildmutt has already played the recording in its entirety. Heatblast stands in the corner, thinking. Four arms punches the wall in anger)

Four arms: I knew it, I knew something was up

Diamondhead: Don't put this on yourself 

Four arms: No, I fucking knew it. It didn't make sense that Malware didn't do shit to them in Russia.

Ghostfreak: Who else didn't know anything?

(Ripjaws, Stinkfly, Ghostfreak, and Diamondhead raise their hands)

Xlr8: I'm a recent believer, after catching him doubling down on Upgrade about the Disruptor tech. Now it makes sense why

(Upgrade walks over to Astrodactyl and looks at his omnitrix)

Upgrade: Something's not right here 

Xlr8: No fucking shit

Upgrade: No, I feel a familiar energy....Malware's energy 

(He finds a button and disables the cloaking tech, revealing the jagged black line of Malware's energy)

Upgrade: Look, this must be what's corrupting them. I bet if I tinker with the tech bit more, maybe I can...

Heatblast: No

(Everyone turns to Heatblast)

Xlr8: Our glorious leader finally opens his mouth 

Heatblast: (ignoring Xlr8's comment) Upgrade, don't touch that tech...don't even go near it

Upgrade: But we can...

Heatblast: We'll worry about this later. Right now we're neck deep in betrayal, confusion, and unconscious bird people. Last thing we need to do is have you risk your life. We need more info before we do anything