While the Firefighters were en route and the Grid Breachers were holding their own, Kerosene, Nobel, and Cassini rushed to find Project Nucleon, unaware of what it was or looked like. After what seemed like an eternity of frantic searching, Nobel found a wall with a slot that matched the cylinder's bottom. Inserting the cylinder into the slot opened up a passageway that led to a room that had been sealed off for a very long time. As Nobel approached the center of the room, a pre-recorded holo-message began to play.
"Is this thing recording?" Robert Fusion asked, looking into the recorder's lens. "Okay, good. Hello, Nobel, my son. If you're seeing this, Steve must have given you the key and cylinder, which means we're not around anymore. Since this is the case, allow me to introduce you to Project Nucleon."
A light at the far side of the room lit up, and something rose through the floor from a secret compartment. The Trio rushed over to see...
"Is that..." Started Kerosene when the holo-recorded Robert interrupted them. "The answer to the question you undoubtedly asked is yes. This is Nucleon, the world's first multi-purpose automaton. The moment you were scanned, the systems should have begun to reboot our mechanical friend here. However, it requires something from you, something Mr. Cobra has been trying to get his hands on for longer than you've been alive. Inside the necklace Steve gave you is a small, metallic pill. That son is your mother and I's most outstanding achievement, which now belongs to you, all of this belongs to you, son." As Holo-Robert spoke, Nobel opened his necklace. "The pill isn't actually a pill. It is a cold-fusion device. Once the panel on Nucleon's back opens up, insert the pill and allow the computer to get a sample of your blood. Once you've done that, it will release the bio-lock on the facility, transferring ownership to you. Once the words, Owner Recognized, appear on the screen, speak a command to Nucleon."
Holo-Robert paused a moment, looking to his wife, Marie, who was deactivating Nucleon, then looked back at the recorder. "I wish we could've witnessed this moment with you... But something couldn't be helped. We're..."
The recording cuts short and ends. The deafening silence was cut by Kubota screaming into the communicator, "GET DOWN! SNIPER!" Snapping back into reality, Nobel did as his father said, then waited. Suddenly, the lights went dark, then snapped back on with the monitor screen now flashing, "Owner Recognized". As Nobel turned around, security monitors flickered on, revealing that the Firefighter Militia and Grid Breakers were in deep trouble. Stingray and Phyllis's son, the lead firefighter, was in a different set of armor, known as the "Emergency Responder Obstruction Suit" or E.R.O.S. He utilized the E.R.O.S's large piledriver arms to knock back vehicles, personnel, and shove aside tanks. However, Cobra and his army had pushed them back just behind the downed gates of the facility.
However, when news broke of Pelton's death, Nobel lost all restraint. He looked the now fully rebooted Nucleon in the eyes and spoke a command. "Nucleon, initiate Military-Combat mode." Meanwhile, back outside, the Grid Breachers and Firefighter Militia were hit with a massive blast that sent everyone flying backward. As Kubota got to his feet, he was hit with an electric current that froze him in place, his eyes locked in a glare at a single face: Arca Ampere, CEO of Ampere Electric. She was the EV tech master, and her company had been really friendly with Cobra Petrol. Now it was clear, Ampere Electric and Cobra Petrol were working together.
"Nice timing, Madam Ampere," he smiled. He stepped forward and, using his megaphone, called out, "The game is over!" Come on out, hands in the air! This is Cobra of Cobra-Petrol, and if you make me wait... let's say none of your friends will live to see tomorrow."
Just as Cobra lowered his megaphone, Kerosene walked out, causing Cobra's men to hold their fire. Cobra scowled and clenched his fist. "Just what the hell are you doing with these... outcasts?" Cobra said, clearing pissed off by Kerosene. Kerosene shook his head, "What the hell are you doing on private property? Huh, Dad?" Kerosene's sarcastic tone caused Cobra to reach out and grab Kerosene's arm. "No daughter of mine... AH GOD! WHAT THE HELL?" Yelled Cobra as his arm recoiled in pain. Kerosene turned to look at what had happened. In the doorway of the facility, stood Nobel with his Inventor's Rifle. A single shot had burned part of Cobra's arm, as it was Nobel who caused Cobra to recoil in pain.
"I highly suggest you fix your grammar and keep your hands to yourself, Crude Oil Cobra." Nobel's glare caught the oil tycoon's attention. "You... you were with that stupid firefighter in the market... the one who screwed this all up for me," growled Cobra. "Just who in the fuck do you think you are?" However, Cobra wasn't expecting this nobody to begin laughing. Once he'd finished laughing, his tone could've curled paint as if his words were acid. "Who the fuck am I? Oh, I know you know who I am," the words "Who I Am" cued Cassini to start broadcasting the footage to every city in the area. "After all," Nobel continued, "you murdered my parents trying to get your hands on their most prized creation."
Cobra's eyes slowly widened in realization as Nobel confirmed to the whole multi-city area who he was. "I am Nobel Fusion, son of Robert and Marie Fusion. As of now, I am the Owner of Fusion Dynamics, all their patents, and all their technology." Nobel smiled a wicked smile as he began to speak once again. "Speaking of technology... All Cobra Petrol and Ampere Electric personnel are trespassing on Fusion Dynamic property. They have refused to leave peacefully... Happy Hunted, Nucleon." For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the PA system kicked on, and a robotic voice echoed around all of them.
"Initializing Orders... Superior Technology: Activated... Superior Weapons: Authorized... Superior Tactics: Established... Full Atomic Supremacy." The PA system cuts off, and Nucleon marches out with its entire atomic-powered arsenal, opening fire. Automatic laser fire, Gauss cannon, and sub-critical nuclear grenades laid waste to both Corporate armies that were in full retreat. As Cobra was escaping, he looked in the rearview camera monitor to see Nucleon charge through a tank, destroying it in his pursuit of the M.I/R.C, unfazed by any kind of ballistic and electric rounds that hit it. Cobra, at that moment, had never been more terrified.
However, Nucleon wasn't the only terrifying thing Nobel had up his sleeve...