"According to the police report, several hundred thousand dollars in cash were stolen. And an unidentified item was taken from one of the safety deposit boxes," Brute Force said, standing alongside Phil Smith, Grissom Montag and Robo Squirrel in front of the First Bank of Melbourne. It was night now, darkness having fallen over the city of Melbourne. A few blocks away, the bars and cafes were buzzing with the city's nightlife. But here in the business district, things had slowed down. The four members of Vanguard International were able to draw not a huge amount of attention to themselves.
"Are you picking anything up?" Brute Force asked, turning to Phil.
"...excuse me?" Phil replied.
"You know. A signal or something. A vibe. What happened here?"
"How exactly do you think my powers work?"
"...magic?"
"What next, would you like me to divine you some water?" Phil asked.
"Well, I am kind of thirsty."
Grissom interjected at this point. "Let's get a beer."
"Beep!" Robo Squirrel said, because he hadn't had any dialogue in this post.
"Beer? Now?" Phil asked, turning back to Grissom.
"Why not?" Grissom asked, starting to walk away from the bank. "We're not going to find anything here."
"You think?" Brute Force asked.
"The cops have already been over this place with a fine tooth comb. Then the press. Then the maintenance crew. We're done here," Grissom explained.
"Robo Squirrel is sensing something with the sensors!" Robo Squirrel suddenly exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" Phil asked.
"Flying object moving rapidly in the airspace over Melbourne. Too small to be an aircraft."
A small antenna had extended from the top of Robo Squirrel's head, and was rotating while making a soft beeping sound.
"There!" Robo Squirrel said in his metallic voice, then shot upwards and headed north.
"Should we follow him?" Brute Force asked.
"Yeah," Grissom answered, and started to run.
In the air above them, Robo Squirrel was closing in on the object of his pursuit. His teammates on the ground tried desperately to keep up with him.
"Is that... a robot... moose?" Grissom asked between breaths, looking upwards to the sky.
"Damn, I think it is," Phil replied.
Sure enough, Robo Squirrel was closing in on a flying robotic moose. The moose suddenly nose dived, and Robo Squirrel followed.
The moose hit the ground in front of the Second Bank of Melbourne, lowering itself so its head was facing the front wall of the bank. It began to run, its huge steel antlers poised to crash through the wall.
Robo Squirrel struck the moose's back, driving them both into the ground and causing a crack in the asphalt of the road. The moose rose to its legs and bucked, sending Robo Squirrel flying a few feet across the road and smacking hard into the ground.
Robo Squirrel opened his mouth and began to fire steel acorns at the oncoming moose, but the acorns bounced off harmlessly. He shot into the sky, but the moose followed, flying alongside Robo Squirrel and hitting him hard in the side with its huge pair of antlers.
"Robo Squirrel!" Brute Force yelled, as he and his teammates appeared around the corner and ran towards the scene of the battle.
Robo Squirrel was dazed, his internal navigation equipment rattled by the strike from the moose antlers.
The moose was running at Robo Squirrel with its antlers down again, while Brute Force was running at the moose.
Just as the moose was about to make contact, its front legs disappeared from the side of it's body. One of them appeared in Brute Force's right hand, and he appeared to take great joy and beating the moose about the head with its own severed robotic leg.
Grissom Montag smiled at the sight, depositing the other leg he'd teleported harmlessly into the gutter.
