It was this DH-70 that I had heard of just as I found out that the D-101 was on our tail. It was made entirely of molten tin, but it looked deceptively human. It was running alongside the D-101 as it was chasing us through the empty streets, and shooting at us simultaneously.
Everything seemed to go extremely fast, yet painstakingly slow at the same time. As we were on Arsenal Street, the Aston Martin we were in approached 10 miles over the speed limit, but for some reason, the entire police department was off for Christmas. Then came the turns: right onto Massey, left onto Coffeen, continuing on Coffeen for a while, until us and the sentient, yet artificial beings were losing fuel and running energy respectively.
As our car ran out of sufficient fuel to power the boosters, we decided to make a sharp right turn onto Fisher, as the car slowed to a stop on Little Trees Drive. Behind us, we heard an explosion.
As I exited the now out-of-fuel Aston Martin, I looked behind me, and to my surprise, I saw a burning 18-wheeler smashed into a small warehouse. I assumed that the D-101 and the DH-70 had stolen it and used it to chase us.
"Looks like Disnet forgot to program good driving skills into those two animals." remarked 007, who was also out of the car.
Unfortunately for us, the D-101's endoskeleton was made of a magnesium alloy, which can withstand mass amounts of heat. However, I did not know this before the D-101, with only it's endoskeleton, emerged from the rubble. In it's Titanium hand was melting tin, possibly the remains of the DH-70. Poor thing. Oh, wait, it tried to kill me.
With the still operating remains of the D-101 holding a 9mm pistol as it approached us, Mr. Bond whipped out his Walther PPK as I ran out of the soon-to-be crossfire. The final fight was on.
