"That was a stupid gamble, X!" Omicron shouted, fixing his armor with a portable tool kit he carried on his person. "Do you realize what could've happened back there?"
"Relax!" X-Acute said, rolling his eyes and waving the map at his boss. "We made out alright, didn't we?"
"This time..." Omicron said, reconnecting two split wires. "However, what would've happened if something had gone wrong? What would you have done then?"
"Shouldn't we be planning our Peruvian initiative?" Arges grumbled, still holding his head. "We can always bicker amongst ourselves later..."
X-Acute and Omicron eyed each other warily.
"Alright," X-Acute shrugged.
"Sounds good," Omicron nodded, tweaking a few final adjustments on his armor. "Xyber, how much longer until we get to this 'Lost City of Dragons'?"
"Very little time, in this vehicle," the voice of Xyber broadcast across the hovercraft's intercom. "It runs on something called a probability engine... all I have to do is think and it happens. I've never seen technology like this before..."
"Think you might be able to come up with a blueprint so I can make a patent?" Johnny said, laughing as he sealed up his armor.
"It's possible," the digital girl responded. "Also, Mr. O... if you have the time, I left some blueprints from the armor that the tart with the shortened Dee Snider hair-do was wearing on your PAD. I was wondering if you could give 'em a look-see."
"Sure," Omicron said, flipping open his Palm Pilot and opening the "Xyber" folder. Skimming over the blueprints, he raised an eyebrow. "Uh... Xyber... I'm not sure if these are real or not..."
"What do you mean, boss?" Xyber's voice sounded confused.
"I mean, the configuration's all wrong..." Johnny said, eying the specs. "The power core, for one, is something like the motor found on an old blender with just a little more amperage. Not nearly enough to power a suit like that... or mine, for that matter."
"So what now?" Xyber asked.
"Just be careful," Omicron said, gravely. "As important as this job is, I want to make sure we all make it out okay... got it?"
"Sure, whatever," X-Acute said, perusing the map.
"Yeah," Arges said, taking a swig of mead from the wineskin he'd toted with him.
"Roger that, Mr. O."
"Are the others en route?" Omicron asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Should be meeting us in Peru, Mr. O," came Xyber's reply. "But, for all I know... Pneuma may already be there..."
"Alright," Omicron said, closing his eyes and folding his hands behind his head. "It won't be long now..."
