Why choose?

It’s time to divide and conquer and you mean that in every way imaginable… Giggity.

“Yes… Yes, it would be a shame to let Mona rot, but it would also be an even greater shame to waste the potential that aging Kalashnikov offers us.” You tell your robotic hench with a sly tone. Vexus immediately picks up on this and begins to smile a bit as she replies coyly.

“Oh, yes. It would be such a shame…” Vexus’s equally sly tone matches yours as you order the waters of the dungeon heart pool to rise and form a portal.

“So… You go after the former champion and I go grab the Russian. Sounds fun?” You ask as the waters begin to spin rapidly as the portal cracks open with a loud boom.

“Oh exquisitely. So, do you want to go first or shall I?” Vexus asks with a wide grin as puts a hand on her hip and looks at you expectantly. Deciding to humor the former queen you focus the portal upon opening near the warehouse in which Mona is being stored in.

Immediately the portal begins to shimmer a little bit before it opens up at the San Francisco industrial docks.

“I imagine you’d want to your fellow machine first. She’s at Pier 6, look for the Rump industry logo on the warehouse's side. An Have fun!” You say cheerfully to which Vexus grins with a wide predator like grin as she walks through the portal, as she does so you can hear a few parting words from the Queen.

“Oh don’t worry. I will…” Vexus says with the unmistakable tone of bloodlust…

…

Welp. You feel a slight sense of sorrow for any poor bastard that gets in her way. Moving on you have a sexy superspy to recruit.

Immediately the portal flickers again and switches to a new location. As it comes back into focus you can see that it is in an alleyway near the bar in which agent Kalashnikov is drowning her sorrows. However, before you can walk through the portal, you’re going to need a change in attire…

After all you just cant walk out into a modern society dressed like a something from the dark ages, now can you?

With a snap of your fingers your armor disappears and is replaced with a simple set of clothes that consist of blue jeans, a red T-shirt, some black sneakers, and a black leather jacket. Now that you changed your clothes, you take a second to look down at yourself.

While your armor hid most of your skin and flesh, your new outfit, doesn’t really do much to hide anything. As despite the outfit being decent, it does nothing to hide the size and the ripped tone of your muscles.

For the many years that you spent training and traveling has affected your body in very positive way. As your body is in far better shape than most men, in fact, you look better than most bodybuilders as well. You could give the world-famous Arnold Schwarzenegger a run for his money during his youth with how you look.

However, you have other things in mind as after a quick look at yourself you immediately stepped into the portal and into the alleyway.

As you do so you wonder how Vexus is doing in her mission to recover Mona lethal.

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(San Francisco docks)

(pier 5)

(Rump industries warehouse)

With that in mind, we turn our attention to the inside of the Rump industries warehouse. However, this was no ordinary warehouse as this was the personal warehouse of Mr. Ronald Rump himself. Within was contained all the broken down pieces of machinery and technology that Mr. rump has either gotten bored with or has ignored for so long that it was put into storage.

From back to front the entire warehouse was full of crates that varied in size with some being gigantic and big enough to fit an entire school bus. While others were small and short and could fit only something as small as a chair.

Of course, a warehouse containing such valuable objects would not be unprotected as it had several guards within it to watch over the many valuables that were inside. Which brings us to a rather unimportant and unassuming man named Phil.

Phil was an average looking man who wore a standard navy color security guard outfit consisting of a jacket some slacks and a dress shirt with a black tie. Phil was one of the many security guards that guarded the warehouse of valuables belonging to Mr. Rump. His job was to watch the monitors and alert the others if someone was trying to break in.

He did this in the main security office of the warehouse that sat on the ground floor and was connected to the building. His job was tedious, it was long, and it definitely didn’t pay enough. However, phil didn't complain and simply did his job and counted down the hours until he could go home. He expected tonight to be like any other. Him just sitting at the monitor desk staring at the many screens that were connected to the cameras of the warehouse, all while he sipped at his lukewarm coffee trying to stay awake.

However, this would not be the case tonight as soon one of the cameras lost its connection to the system. Phil put his coffee down immediately raised one of his fellow security guards on his radio.

“Hey, guys… I just lost camera three. Can someone go check on it and see what’s going on? It might be that stupid squirrel again, nibbling at the wires.” Phil buzzed out on his radio to his fellow guards. To which one of them immediately responded.

“Yeah hang on, I’ll go check it out.” Buzzed in the reply of one of his fellow guards. At this, Phil looked at his monitors tiredly as he watched one of his fellow guards break from their normal route and head over to where camera three was installed. Camera three was one of the more outlying cameras in the system as it went to the very edge of the warehouse’s property. For this reason, it was often damaged and broken by either Vandals or just simple nature. So wasn’t uncommon to see it go down every now and then.

However as time began to tick by, Phil began to gain a sense of unease in his gut. As Jerry, the guard who responded, hadn’t reported back on the situation of camera three. Picking his radio back up Phil once again called out to check on jerry.

“Hey, Jerry what was the problem with camera three?” What greeted Phil was silence and static as time ticked by as the unease in his gut grew.

“Jerry?” Phil once again tried to signal his fellow guard on the radio.

He was only once again to be met with static, just as he was about to call out for the other guards to go check on Jerry another camera went down. This time being camera 7, the camera closest to the main power box to the entire warehouse.

Before Phil could even say anything all the lights and the screens went down as the power was cut from the entire system!

Now in complete darkness, Phil could only call on his radio again for his fellow guards as the unease in his gut, became unnerving fear.

“Guys what’s happening out there!? All the cameras went out and-!” Before Phil could say anything more a massive radio feedback loop started creating an unbearable screeching noise as he dropped his radio in reflex and held his ears in pain.

Phil now temporarily deaf from the feedback loop of the radio stood up and ran outside to find the other guards. As the underpaid security guard ran outside, he felt the chill of the mid-autumn wind as he Yelled out for his fellows.

“GUYS! GUYS! We-!” However soon his voice died in his throat as his hearing came back in full and he was held witness to the loud screams of his fellow guards.

“AAHHHHHH!”

“WAIT NO-NO-NO!”

“HEEEELLLLPPP!”

At the sounds of his other guards getting dragged away by some unknown creature his fear grew even worse. As he could only guess that whatever it was attacking them was made of metal as he could hear the click, click, click of hard metal on concrete. There was some unknown metal abomination on the loose and it was attacking his fellow guards, the fear in his gut grew even further to the point that he was shaking and terror.

He didn’t know what ‘it’ was but whatever it is. It was way beyond his pay grade as poor old Phil tried to run.

In response, he began to hear the click, click, click of it following him. The cold metallic clicking noises of whatever took out the other guards was now chasing him!

At the sound of metallic footsteps, Phil’s heartbeat began to increase even more as he began to run away as fast as his feet could carry him. In the vain hope of trying to escape of whatever was chasing him.

As Phil rounded a corner of the warehouse that was near the parking lot in which his car sat. He could hear the metallic clicking ticking noise become even louder is whatever was chasing him was closing in.

Click, Click, Click!

Now Phil’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest as whatever creature that was chasing him was closing in as he ran to the gate and began to fumble with the padlock.

“Come on come on come on!” Phil muttered to himself in a panic as his hands can stop shaking long enough for him to draw the right key to put into lock.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK!

The Metallic footsteps rang out even louder now as Phil barely was able to put the right key into the lock and hastily open the gate. As soon as the gate was opened even barely enough for him to slide through Phil immediately did so and shot through the gate and ran to his parked car.

Unlocking the door and shutting it tight Phil began to fight with the ignition of his beat down old car that he could barely afford. With what seems like luck the car's engine roared to life and Phil immediately put the transmission into reverse to get the hell out of there!

However, before he could do so he noticed something.

…

The unnerving Mechanical footsteps had stopped.

…

Tension began to fill the poor man as he looked around in the darkness of the night trying to see what was chasing him.

What he saw was nothing but darkness, until he looked to his left. It is here that his heart stopped at the sight of two unnervingly sharp yellow glowing eyes that peered out of the darkness. Before the poor man could even scream two sharp metallic hands burst through the driver side window and dragged him out screaming into the night and into the darkness to join his fellows.

All the while the unnerving and slightly mad laughter of a woman rang out into the night…

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(San Francisco)

(outside the red iron bar)

"Ehh… I’m sure she’s doing fine.” You think to yourself as you walk into the bar and take note of its more down to earth feel. The bar has very few patrons at this moment and seems to be rather slow. Adding to this was the nearby jukebox playing a rather sad song.

You recognize the song, it’s by Hank Williams. “I’m so Lonesome I could cry” was the title of you remember correctly.

The sad song combined with the abysmal amount of people here in the bar made a rather depressing sight. However, you’re not here for the drinks. You’re here to pick up your new possible employee.

Who you quickly spot sitting at the bar with an elbow on the counter and her head resting on her hand as she stares into one of the many shot glasses around her. Despite this obvious amount of alcoholic consumption, it appears that agent Kalashnikov is still rather sober. As she stares into the unfinished drink with a tired and sorrowful look as she sighs slightly.

With your target in sight, you slowly and naturally walk over to the bar and sit next to her. As you do you asked the bartender for a regular beer to which she applies and grabs a cold bottle from underneath the counter and hands it off to you after he pops off the bottle cap. Saying your thanks and taking a sip you look over to your left and comment on the Russians foul mood.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked the blonde superspy. She doesn’t answer and briefly looks at you with a look of annoyance before returning to her drink. Seeing this you turn in your seat to face the agent with a far more concerned look on your face.

“Okay… Not really a talker are you?” You attempt at conversation with the former Russian agent. In response agent Kalashnikov looks up from her drink and stares at you with an annoyed look as she responds.

“Nyet, I am not boychick.” Kalashnikov bites out bitterly. Undisturbed by her annoyed glare at you, you continue to try and start the conversation with the agent.

“Really? I guess I figured wrong Ms. Kalashnikov.” You state at loud to the agent whose eyes immediately widened slightly before they narrow into slits. As Kalashnikov reaches for her purse that lays on the nearby counter. However, before her hand could reach any closer to the bag your hand shot forward and grabbed her hand.

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Now, Ms. Kalashnikov, I don’t think would be wise to start a scene here. Especially considering the fact, I am not your enemy.” You chide the superspy. At which the agent's body tenses up even more and it looks like she’s about ready to maul your face.

“From what I see, I highly doubt that.” The Russian clips out aggressively as her one freehand tightens up into a fist. A part of you wants to release the agent, but the more logical parts tell you that if you do then she will attack you at the bar. The last thing you need right now anyone knowing about what you’re trying to do.

“I can understand your hesitance and your suspicion Ms. Kalashnikov. It’s only natural considering your line of work. A line of work that I’m looking to hire you for. If you are interested that is.” He calmly tells the agent, as her eyes relax slightly as does her posture, now that she realizes that you sought her out for a job. However, however, her suspicious glare has only lessened.

“Maybe, it would depend on the job.” Agent Kalashnikov says slowly as her posture relaxes slightly. However, you could tell if she really wanted. she could easily attack you at a moments notice.

“It wouldn’t be that much different from what you are used to doing…” You started as you began to explain your offer to the sexy superspy from Russia.

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(Rump industries warehouse)

As you are laying out your offer to agent Kalashnikov. It would seem that Vexus has succeeded in the goal of her mission…

As Vexus stands in the shattered remains of the warehouse’s contents that she tore apart in her efforts to find Mona. In front of the former robotic Queen is the remains of Mona lethal as she laid in the crate that was her coffin.

“Hmm… now don’t you worry my dear child, you will be whole again soon…” Vexus hummed out as she looked upon the shattered remains of Mona lethal’s body. Before proceeding to pick up the broken remains and walking out of the warehouse. Through a rather large hole that she had blasted through the main doors of the warehouse.

As she did so she passed the black and blue security guards that she had manhandled and terrorized throughout the entire night. As they hung upside down from a thick chain that she had grabbed from one of the nearby piers. Most of the more ****, yet a few of them were still awake. Though they did not speak as Vexus took the enjoyment of gagging them with duct tape.

“HHMMMPH!” One of the few conscious guards screamed through his gag at the sight of the robotic Queen that terrorized them. Seeing the fear upon his face axis gave him a wide predator like grin that showed off her sharp metal teeth. Much to the ever-growing fear the guard who screamed even louder and thrashed around wildly in his bondage.

“Oh, now, now. You boys entertained me quite nicely tonight. So much so, I’m giving you the gift of living! Isn’t that nice?” Vexus remarks cheerfully. To which the barely conscious guards seem to relax a little. However, this was short-lived as Vexus soon closed the gap between her and the group of **** guards.

“MPPPHHH!” The man muffled scream was heard as Vexus came face-to-face with the hanging man.

“However, this gift comes with a requirement. I want you to tell your boss that I'm going to have fun watching him run like the animal he is. Can you do that for me?” Vexus askes the hanging guard. We said immediately begins to nod rapidly, as he wanted to live and not be torn apart by the robotic monster in front of him.

“Good boy,” Vexus tells the guard as she pats the side of his face as if he was a dog. Before she turned back and picked up the crate containing Mona and walked back to the water where a portal back to the dungeon appeared with a small boom.

As Vexus walked through the portal, leaving behind the traumatized guards. A part of her wondered slightly what this feeling in her chest was, as she began to think of you. In concern of whether or not you completed your mission. This feeling aggravated her to no end. As she’s never experienced anything like it before.

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(The Red Iron Bar)

Seeing that Vexus is completed her mission we turn our attention back to the bar and see that the dense atmosphere between the two of you from the four is mainly gone. As agent Kalashnikov sits there with a look of consideration at your offer.

“So… what do you think?” You ask the agent how she feels about your offer of employment as an agent of yours. Agent Kalashnikov closes her eyes for a second and breathes in slightly before answering.

“So let me reiterate, just so that I understand your offer complete. You’re going to offer me full health and dental, room and board, a high pay wage that will be issued to me weekly, and I get to get **** on both idiot boy and that Bastard kamikaze.” Agent Kalashnikov states allowed as she lists off the major point of your offer. To which you nod in agreement. Seeing this agent Kalashnikov’s breeds in slightly before sighing to herself.

“Sigh… Very well I accept your offer Mr…” Kalashnikov trails off and questioning as she asks for your name. To which you go silent and close your eyes you try to recall your own name. It’s been so long since you’ve ever actually had to use it that you completely forgot it. That this you chuckle a little bit to the surprise of the agent.

“Heh… Funny I know your name but I don’t even know my own. Though I do suppose you can just call me overlord for now, until I figure out a new name.” you chuckle to your new Russian agent. Who looks at you with surprise before relaxing a little.

“Hmm… Well, I hope you pick a name soon, just can’t keep calling you overlord. A man like you to handsome without a name.” Kalashnikov flirts a little with you. Seeing this you smile slightly before standing up and signaling her to follow you. To which he does after she picks up her purse as you had already paid both of your tabs during your offer to the agent.

“So, how are we going to get to this ‘dungeon’ of yours?” Kalashnikov questions and curiosity has the two of you exit the bar.

“Oh, it’s quite simple really, but I don’t think it would be best to do this in public. We draw too many eyes and I would prefer that we keep everything as quiet as possible for now.” You explain as you signal the agent to follow you down an empty alleyway. To which after a little hesitation, she does follow you down the empty ally.

After a quick check to ensure that that the two of you were not being watched. You cracked open a portal back to the dungeon, that opened with a slight boom. Kalashnikov was shocked to see that this was your mode of transportation.

“Welp, let’s get going.” You state as you begin to walk through the portal. Kalashnikov hesitates for second as she stares at the portal, but eventually does begin to follow you. As she slowly enters the portal first testing it by sticking her finger in it and then her arm. Then finally the rest of her body as she walks into the dungeon throne room. As she finishes entering the dungeon, the portal closes behind her with a slight crack and fades from existence.

Now with both of your selected agents recruited the only question that remains is…