On a hired speedboat, six Vanguardians were huddled together, headed for the manufacturing facility of the robotic animal terrorists. Leslie was trying her best to remember how to drive a speedboat, while Phil was navigating. Mxy was water skiiing behind the boat on oversized clown shoes.

"I am so sick of boats," Brianna muttered.

Above them, three seagulls flew in a V formation.

Brianna was peering up at them, curiously.

"Somethin' wrong, luv?" Grissom asked.

"Those seagulls. They're... shiny," Brianna replied.

"Bloody hell. Robot birds?"

"Yeah."

"Shit!" Greg Blondhead (wink) said. "Remote surveillance?"

"Makes sense. It's what I'd do," Grissom replied.

"Shit!"

"Calm down, mate. We wanted them to know we were coming. If they concentrate their forces on us, it keeps them away from the mainland."

As he spoke, a silver shape darted out of the water and slammed into the hull of the speedboat, tearing a hole right through it. Everyone aboard realised it was a metallic swordfish just as it drove its pointed nose into their engine, tearing away something that hopefully was not vital but may well have been. It then disappeared back under the water, as sparks and smoke flew from the hole in their hull.

"Leslie, stop!" Phil yelled.

"I... um... can't. The controls aren't responding. I can't steer, either."

They all looked up. A huge structure loomed out of the water ahead of them, which may actually have been the place they were looking for, but right now was just something they would most likely crash into. Without acceleration they would eventually slow to a stop, but it didn't seem plausible that it would happen quick enough to avoid a horrible and inconvenient collision with a huge steel building.

"We need an anchor!" Grissom yelled, as he picked up a rope from the small cabinet of supplies in the back of the boat. "Something heavy."

Greg Blondhead looked around for a second before sighing. "Fine," He said, and held his hand out for the rope. He wrapped it around himself and dived into the water.

Those aboard the boat experienced a few terrifying seconds when they were all sure they were about to explode, before they suddenly slowed.

Brute Force's feet had hit the seabed, and he dug in tight.

They slowed... then slowed... then stopped.

Then a robotic gorilla jumped on them from above.