"This doesn't make any sense..." Velo said, looking at the dozens of soldiers around him and the others.

"What do you mean?" Phil asked.

"This Strikeforce is suppoused to count with several powerful members..." Kristogar explained, "but all I see here is normal soldiers. Lots of them, but normal nonetheless."

"You're right..." Chance added, "It would make more sense for them to send at least a couple of higher ranking members. Are they trying to make us waste our energy, or...?"

THE WAR ROOM

The air was tense inside the war room. D'Goon was surrounded by his bodyguards, a large group of mandelovian soldiers, and Grimm and Nadia. Mr. Smith stood near them, and Tayden near him. Nobody spoke.

"What are you looking at, american?" D'Goon said in a calm yet firm tone when he realized Smith was staring at him. Smith just smiled in reply.
"WHAT?!" D'Goon exclaimed, suddenly changing his tone to anger. His bodyguards looked at Smith, preparing to tear him to pieces if D'Goon gave the order.

"Mmmm..." was Mr. Smith's only reply, as if he had just tasted the finest of wines. "Could you yell one more time... please?"

D'Goon was angry and confused. "What is this? What are you?!"

Smith took his hand to his temple and nodded soflty. "Oooh..."

"SMITH!" Tayden yelled. "Stop it."

Smith turned his black pupils to Tayden. "Oh, it's just a little snack..."

D'Goon pushed bodyguards and soldiers aside and stretched his arm to grab Smith by the shirt, pulling the dark man to him.

"Do that again, little man, and I'll have your guts fed to you," D'Goon said, back to his calm tone. He let Smith go.

"Fine," Smith said, adjusting his suit. "I was done, anyway."

Suddenly, a loud continuous rumble could be heard. It started getting louder. Something was approaching, though the radars in some of the various screens around the room showed nothing.

"What...?" Nadia asked.

"Get ready," Grimm said, looking at the reinforced steel wall in front of him.

Seconds later, that same wall collapsed. As the pieces of steel fell, a silhouette formed through the dust and the debris. The silhouette of an armor.

"Impressive," ACK's robotic voice said as he stood where the wall was. "The walls in this room are really strong. I had to take some impulse to tear it down."

All the soldiers started emptying their guns on the Strikeforce member. The bullets just bounced on his metal chest.

"And that radar," ACK continued, "impressive as well. It took me two seconds to nullify it. Two whole seconds. Now, which one of you is D'Goon?" He was joking, of course. He had a picture of D'Goon in his visor.

"Stay near D'Goon," Grimm said to Nadia as he grabbed his axe. Moving incredibly fast for such a big guy, Grimm threw himself at ACK, aiming the axe at his chest. ACK didn't move.

Before the axe could reach ACK, it was intercepted by a sword. A strong sword. Grimm looked at the holder of the sword: a young man, no more than 25 years old, with messy light brown hair and tanned skin. In contrast with ACK, this young man had no protection at all: all he wore was the grey Strikeforce-1 suit, white shoulder pads, and white bandages that covered his arms from the elbow down. He wasn't invulnerable, just very skilled. Inhumanly so.

"I'm Had," the young man said, sword and axe still pressing against each other. "'Sup?"

When Grimm was about to swing his sword, he noticed a black substance had covered most of his body and was about to reach his hands and head. "What the...?"

While this happened, ACK walked past Grimm and towards D'Goon...