The Grid Breachers arrived at the "abandoned airfield within the hour. They were an odd assortment of people around the same age as both Kerosene and Nobel. Just as the corporate-ruled society had outcasted the two lovers, so too were the Grid Breachers.
Kerosene clung to Nobel's left arm, while Nobel aimed his "Radium Inventor's Rifle" at the now stopped assortment of vehicles. "I thought you said they were friends?" Kerosene whispered to Nobel, eyes full of fear. Nobel nodded slowly, "I can't be certain of just anyone... especially after the market incident." Nobel's eyes had left the now approaching figures. As the two stood there, the group halted and made a pathway as a single figure walked past them, stopping just short of the two.
"Got a lot of nerve calling us back together with just a pin drop for your femboy lackey," said the figure. His tone was sharp, like that of a dagger. However, the figure's tone was no match for the white-lightning-eyed glare that cut through the darkness, a glare with eyes akin to those of a predator in striking distance of its prey. "Make another comment like that, and you'll never hear as to why I had that pin dropped, let alone leave this land alive."
After a tense moment, the figure motioned for everyone to come forward. The figure and Nobel shook hands, sharing a laugh. Kerosene looked confused, but went along with it as everyone entered their home. Once inside, Nobel introduced everyone. "Grid Breachers, this is Kerosene Standard, my hot-headed, oil-rebel boyfriend. Kerosene, meet the Grid Breachers. In order, we have Steam Spec-Ops Papin Jones and Boulton Newcomer, then the Hydro-Interventionalists Niagara Aldridge and Pelton Celsius." Kerosene shook their hands, then turned to face the others as Nobel spoke again. "The next four have earned reputations that rival my own amongst the corporations, but first, we have the Solar-Saboteur Helios Amaterasu, from Sunspot Centralia. Next up are the hybrid twins, the heavyweight champion from the Jetstream Arena, Cassini Texaco, and her younger sister, Volta Texaco."
Kerosene shook their hands, then looked at Nobel. "I thought you said there were four?" At that moment, the figure who'd spoken to them stepped out from behind everyone. "No disrespect, little twink, but I do my own introductions," the figure began. "I am Kubota Perkins, Diesel-Breacher and second-in-command of this little band of outcasts, only out-ranked by your lover and our leader, Nobel Fusion, the appropriately titled Nuclear-Specter."
With introductions out of the way, Nobel informed his crew of what had transpired with the market explosion, the key and cylinder he'd gotten from Stingray, and Stingray's death. Once he'd concluded, Kubota leaned forward in his chair and then spoke. "Then what the hell are we doing sitting here? Get to your vehicles, and follow the nuclear-powered whatever." Without another word, the briefing was adjourned, and everyone rushed to their vehicles. However, Kerosene stayed with the group, awaiting Nobel, who walked over to a shed on the edge of the property. With the Roadrunner being a hot target for the corporate-bought police, he and Kerosene would need a new ride...
Kerosene tapped his foot worriedly when the sound of a nuclear-powered vehicle filled the once gentle night breeze. A pair of halogen headlights appeared, and the unknown vehicle rumbled up to Kerosene. It was Nobel's nuclear-modified 1958 Studebaker Scotsman pickup, lowered slightly, painted in nuclear blue, and equipped with a reactor that utilized plutonium-239. Once Kerosene was in the pickup, the convoy, consisting of a nuclear-powered pickup, a steam high-power tractor, a decked-out Humvee, and a jet-turbine dune buggy, raced into the darkness. Nobel told no one the location of the warehouse, only to stay on his ass. The convoy drove for about forty minutes before the dark silhouette of several structures appeared. The halogen headlights of the '58 Scotsman illuminated the gate. With a hand motion from Nobel, Kubota's Humvee plowed down the gates, and the convoy rushed inside, oblivious to a well sun-faded sign that read, "Fusion DynamicsINC."
However, they had triggered a hidden alarm that began blaring... at the Cobra Petrol Headquarters Building. Crude Cobra was already racing to the M.I/R.C, which had been fully repaired. He and the whole private corporate army of Cobra Petrol had mobilized and were racing toward the abandoned "Fusion Dynamics" with several tanks closer behind them. Back at Fusion Dynamics, the Grid Breachers had found Warehouse 87 and unlocked the door, well aware that the Corporation was on their way, thanks to Volta. The Grid Breachers had split up, allowing Nobel, Kerosene, and Cassini to search for whatever project nucleon was, while the rest of the Breachers got ready for a fight.
As Kubota opened the ceiling hatch for the mounted turret, headlights appeared in a massive cluster. Kubota shouted while laughing as he opened fire with the dual .50 caliber machine gun. The corporate vehicles lost tires and flipped, while the armored ones pushed forward. Cobra was in the M.I/R.C barking orders as the tanks began their advance. The once-easy fight had now turned against the Grid Breachers, and Cobra was furious.
"I WANT EVERY ARC-BEAM AIMED AT THE INTRUDERS!" Yelled the enraged Cobra. His Secretary gave the command, which resulted in the Steam-Tractor exploding, leaving the tractor debris highly electrified. Just as one of the tanks lined up its barrel on Kubota and his Humvee, a high-pressure blast stream of water shorted out the tank's cannon. Kubota looked to Pelton, "What the hell was that?" However, Nobel responded instead through their communicators. "I called in backup." Kubota shook his head, "Backup? How in the hell is crazy enough to fight the biggest corporation there is?"
Nobel laughed over the communicator, "Just some firefighters... some really pissed off firefighters who have access to the mechanized armor, and a bunch of people." As Nobel finished speaking, the Firefighter's Militia emerged with fire trucks, R.O.H.A Suits, and were fully armed—one of the Firefighters in a R.O.H.A suit rushed the lead Arc-Beam tank, and utilizing the suit's heavy hydraulics, lifted the tank's front while a few others flipped it onto its turret. As the Militia made their move, the Grid Breachers held their line. However, Cobra-Petrol wouldn't stand for such a rebellion. Cobra made a quick call. It was brief, but the result was a silenced shot that ripped through Pelton's skull, killing him...
Inside the Warehouse, the last thing the trio heard from the outside was... "GET DOWN! SNIPER!"