Euro led the team around the corner and into brightness as they stepped out into the dingy wooden floors of the bar known as Jake's. Ahead of them, posing, flexing his muscles with two women sitting one on each shoulder was. . .
"Brute Force!" The Vanguards said in unison.
"Hi, guys! When did you get here?" BF said, smiling as flashbulbs popped.
"Us? How is it you are on the moon?" Euro asked, holding a hand to his face.
"Not so sure we are still on the moon. . ." Grissom noticed a large sign on the wall announcing Jake's Place welcomes Vanguard member Brute Force to it's staff!" "Nothing like a little publicity, eh, mate?" Griss said lighting a cigarette.
The world shifted and turned again, as the Vanguards found themselves pulled back into the hallway where they battled the robots.
"What's going on here?" Phil said, clutching his stomach.
"I donna feel so good." Banshee woozily leaned against the wall for support.
"Dangit! This is not good for my first day at work!" BF complained.
"All systems processing. . ." Robo Squirrel floated in the air.
"Hey! Look at the cute little robot squirrel! Where'd you guys find him?" BF grabbed Robo Squirrel out of the air and tried to tickle him under the chin.
"Robo Squirrel is NOT cute! Robo Squirrel is a sophisticated and deadly. . .that feels pretty good. . ."
"Guys, I feel their presence again. . .something's coming. . ." Phil faced the group ominously.
