Cornered (Ben's POV)

Ben finally found an empty room, a maintenance closet with tools lining the wall and decided it would have to be good enough. He pressed a button behind his ear and his cyberphone popped out of a socket in his skull. He laid the device the size of a flash drive on the table and popped it open. A tiny circuit had come lose, probably when he was being pummeled by the mattress, and he looked around for a fix. He found needle nose pliers hanging from the wall, and searching the drawer of the work table he found some heavy glue. He slowed his breathing to steady his hands and dabbed a tiny drop of glue on the end of the circuit, then stuck it back in place. He blew on it gently until the glue dried and closed up the tiny phone. When he plugged it back in behind his ear, he snapped his fingers until he heard the static go away.

"Brian, you there?" he asked.

"Just about," Brian said, "I'm finding parking."

"Just park right in the damn front!" Ben said.

"There's a meter maid making rounds in the parking lot," Brian said, "I've been trying to dodge her for five minutes."

"Well we're waiting out front whether you're there or not," Ben said.

"Well, if it isn't Ben Stenneck," somebody said. He turned to see a huge thug standing between him and the door. This guy wasn't convention center security, he was a Robcorp goon.

"Well, if it isn't King Kong," Ben replied.

"Just you huh? Where's the big guy." the thug asked.

"He's around," Ben said reaching behind him to grab the pliers.

"In that case let's make this quick," the thug said.

"Yeah, I agree," he swung the pliers at the guy's throat, but the thug grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him into the wall behind him. Ben fell and sprawled out on the floor and the thug clenched a fist which grew a set of brass knuckles and arcs of electricity streaked from it.

“Alright, that is a neat trick," Ben managed to kick the guy's knee out from under him and made a dash for the door, but the thug grabbed him by the ankle and he hit the door face first instead. Then the thug was on top of him and grabbed him by the throat. Ben tried a judo flip to use his weight against him, but just came down on top of him. The thug wrapped and arm around Ben's throat and though Ben squirmed and twisted, the cybernetic arm was just too strong and he started to black out.

Then he saw the guy's gun. Ben grabbed it and pointed tried to point it at the thug's face. He didn't get it all the way up there, but the thug did loosen his grip on his neck to try and wrestle the gun out of his hands. Ben grabbed the pliers with his other hand and stabbed the thug in the neck. He screamed in pain and Ben was able to escape his grasp. The thug was up on his feet a moment later and Ben pointed the gun at him, but he swatted it out of his hand and followed up with an electrified punch to Ben's stomach. Ben dropped the gun and fell to his knees and the thug grabbed him around the throat again.

"I think I'll get a promotion for ending you," the thug said.

"Think agains," Ben said. Right then, the thug was ripped off his feet and tossed like a rag doll hard enough to dent the metal wall on the other side of the room. Bruce cracked his cybernetic knuckles and stalked slowly towards him.

"I can always count on you, buddy!" Ben cheered. Bruce picked up the thug by the collar and punched him in the face so hard he flipped over and hit the ground head first.

"You owe me another one-" before he could finish the sentence, he took one of the thug's electrified punches to the jaw and stumbled backward a couple steps. Ben took the opportunity to whack the thug over the head with a pair of bolt cutters, but the tool just snapped against the reinforced skull. The thug turned and growled at him like an actual bear, but then Bruce had him again and bashed his head against the table multiple times. The thug still wasn't going down though, and flipped the old samurai onto his back, but Bruce kicked him straight into the ceiling. He fell right next to him and Bruce was on him in an instant, pinning his arms and legs at their sides.

"Bruce!" Ben yelled and swung the bolt cutters into the man's stomach with a painful grunt and he stopped struggling. Then he kicked the gun within Bruce's reach. Bruce grabbed the gun and fired three round into the thug's neck. The thug let out a final, painful grunt, and then finally died. Ben was in shock when Bruce helped him to his feet.

"That's the third time in my life I've almost died," Ben said.

"Only the third huh? We better go, somebody will have heard that," they ran out the door and down the hall to the main lobby. Ben stopped at the elevators but there was no sign of V.

"Where is she?' Ben asked in utter panic, "She was right here!" Bruce spotted three more Robcorp goons running down the hallway they had had just come out of.

"Ben," he said, "Ben we need to move."

"Oh no," Ben looked up to one of the television screens and saw V kneeling in front of a very large, very erect penis with another woman behind her egging her on. Ben and Bruce shoved through the crowd to the dance floor and saw V there, unable to help herself, slowly stroking the black cock in front of her.