Dino Thunder: Chemical Beast!

Chapter 16: Ace in the Hole.

The next couple of days came around rather quickly, for the morning sun rose and glinted through the glass ceiling of the Facility. Black loafers paced back and forth in a room full of scientists who watched many episodes of SPD and Dino Thunder. Countless taps on keys and clicks from computer mice joined with the murmur of machines in the background.

A pale finger tapped at a porcelain chin, Ace, who showed signs of increasing impatience, was humming to himself. If his workers saw him right now they would think he lost his mind with how disheveled he looked. The crease between his brows, some bags under his eyes, and a frown, proved how determined he was to capture Amelia and find his device; if not then his tiredness.

"Mr. Solar!" Upon a man's yell, Ace's head whipped to the side to see another who stood from his computer. "Sir! I found C71.9X's parts! It seems the main antagonist in SPD has it. I saw a short scene of him speaking with a bat creature and paying him to do something! I know he didn't buy it off of him, but I'm pretty sure the bat creature is a master at robotics, given that he's the one that created these robots called 'Crybots'," Calculative dark eyes watched the man's further down the steps, Ace wasn't the least surprised by the news.

"Alright! I'll head there and deal with them myself," From the setup in the room, it was a computer lab, for he trekked past several more rows of advanced computers before reaching an automatic door.

Loafers clicked along the glossy floor of his facility, he wasted no time to head back to his office, and once he was about to pass the long window in the hall, he paused. On a table, strapped down, much as before, another subject was being used, and another shot was given. No human being will ever be good enough. Amelia needs to be brought back so I can continue with Project B! Without it, Project B is static. Without a brain, without a database, the machine will not function. Pondering, his dark, cold eyes showed no ounce of remorse or sympathy to see the woman who was punctured, die upon an attempt at mutation.

Continuing, trudging through his door once it hissed open upon his approach, he made his way to his closet and opened it. His eyes were glued to the trench coat he donned before. However, when he pushed it to the side and pulled out a latex clothing sack off of the bar, he unzipped it.

"I think it's time to get serious," A few mumbles left his lips when he opened the flaps to see a cybernetic suit. Dark blue with white cybernetic lines all over it, armored padding made it look like it was specifically designed to fit a super soldier.

Without further ado, he undressed and slipped the suit on. The combat boots replaced his loafers and on his backside, the suit automatically closed. Mechanical whirring echoed as black metal claws clamped together to conceal his back and not long after was his trench coat put on. The same gloves he wore when he fought Mesogog one on one last time, replaced his white ones. In a holster inside his coat, was a small pistol that was set to paralysis mode, he made sure it was well out of sight.

After he was all dressed and ready to go, behind him he reached into his closet and grabbed some metal, switch whips. Their lengths were coiled and neatly wrapped when he grabbed them by the silver handles. Onto two belt loops that were hidden behind his coat and attached to the back of his suit's hips, they were latched on. "Now. Let's go see this so-called antagonist," His gloved hand was used to push on his chin to make his head turn, and pop his neck. After a satisfying crack, a dangerous glint in his eyes shone for a moment before he left his office.