Hat island, White Hat manor, date: 27.08.2044.

White Hat was doing his morning routine. Washing himself, getting dressed, making sure no extra appendages or set of teeth were coming out of him… The usual stuff. Just as he was straightening his shirt, his phone pinged. Curious, he picked it up and looked who was calling him.

{Amelia Welsh – CIA chief}

He frowned and quickly connected to her. If she was personally trying to contact him, the situation might as well be dire.

"Good morning, miss Welsh. To what do I owe this pleasure so early in the morning?" – White Hat smiled, knowing she wasn't much of a morning person.

[The situation is pretty dire. Our forces are spread thin with the current spike in crime and the mysterious escape of a few villains we are trying to locate, so I need you and your assistants to retrieve something.] on the screen appeared a silver briefcase [I think someone with your expertise it this sort of things would be able to retrieve the briefcase. It has been stolen last night and we need to retrieve it as soon as possible! It was stolen by Dr. Theone, judging by the video footage we managed to recover. We cannot allow it to find its way into the hands of-]

White Hat lifted his hand, stopping her.

"Don't worry. We will retrieve the briefcase! I promise."

[Thank you…] she looked relieved [Ahem! Now, the coordinates…]

…..

Clemencia and Dr. Slug were arguing, again, about what should be on TV, 606 was again shoving food in his mouth, looking miserable.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!" White Hat strode in "We have a mission!"

"A mission? What mission? I though we sold products online." – Slug squinted.

"A MISSION?! Gimmie!" – Clemencia did grabby hands at the paper White Hat was holding.

"No, Clemencia. We are all going to this, it was given to me by the president of the CIA chief herself!"

Clemencia oohed, Slug's eyes widened and 606 banged his head on the table.

Bullets whizzed by as White Hat and co ducked behind a wall.

"What the heck?!" – Slug screeched, his laser gun clenched tightly in his hands.

"Chillax, Sluggy." – Clemencia had her bat ready.

"How do I relax?! They are shooting bullets at us!"

"It's nothing special. This is like- every other month for us, right White Hat?"

"It sure is!" – White Hat laughed.

"Are you ready Six'O?" – Clemencia grinned.

"Grrh."

606 had ripped open a panel from the wall. The bear then took a few steps back and threw a water grenade at the exposed wires. Sparks flew and the lights were out. How and when the bear had learned this was a mystery to the scientist.

"Go!" – at White Hat's command they all left their hiding place.

Dealing with the armed guards did not take them too long and it surprised Slug. Clemencia and White Hat had taken out the majority of them, none dead, even 606 had managed to knock the daylights out of at least 6 with his crowbar. The group continued deeper into the base but as they reached a large room, the floor fell beneath their feet and split the group in two.

Dr. Slug rubbed his behind after falling rather hard on the steel floor, beside him White Hat was dusting his outfit. The doctor was not happy but at least he wasn't stuck with Clemencia.

…..

Clemencia and 606 walked down a hall, back to back. They had been split and with a possible trap or enemy attack they had to be close to each other.

A set of large steel doors opened to their left, just a few meters in front of them. She signaled 606 with her hand to keep quiet and follow her to it. She was close to the wall but not leaning to it, in case whomever was responsible decided it would be fun to run electricity along the walls. It is definitely NOT fun!

She peered into the newly-opened space – it was an empty room with no people in sight but then a chair turned around and a small gasp escaped her.

….

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" – Dr. Slug scream-shouted (a combination between a scream of panic and a battle shout) as he shot a magnum from behind a now busted supercomputer.

Drones whizzed by and bombarded them as armed thugs were shooting at them.

"I need a distraction!" White Hat told him "Do you see the scientist there? All others escaped but he didn't. He must be controlling the drones. I need just a moment to go into the enemy's line without being blown by those drones. Can you do it?"

"OF COURSE!" Slug fired two clear shots at the ceiling and brought down a lamp, making the scientist jump away "GO ALREADY!"

Like a ghost, White Hat was already advancing among the enemy. He deflected bullets with his sword and the few that managed to graze him were not a problem – the wounds were gone almost instantly. He used the back of his sword and knocked out thug after thug. The scientist scrambled to aim the drones at White Hat, no longer caring if the unconscious thugs would be injured or not.

BANG!

White Hat grunted in pain as his back was ripped open by an explosion but he grit his teeth and stepped forward, flesh and bone along with some dark tendrils were mending themselves back into shape, closing the wound. White Hat swung his blade and split the drone controller in an instant, the scientist almost peed himself. The drones spiraled out of control and all crashed.

"OK. Where's the briefcase?" – Slug pointed the gun at the scientist, glaring.

White Hat stood to the side as his back came back to its proper shape.

"I-I would never tell!"

"Come on! My hand is getting tired, with all that fighting I did today…" – Slug flexed the finger on the trigger for emphasis.

"OK! OK! I-It's in there! B-but you can't get it either way! The computer that controlled the containment pod and robotic arms is busted! Reinforcements will come before you can get even close to it without dying!"

"Yeh, thanks for the input." – Slug then smacked the scientist with the bud of his gun, knocking the man out along with a tooth.

"What do we do now? I can try to fix the computer or re-purpose one of the machines-"

"No need. I will go and retrieve it. The briefcase is a protective layer, so as long as it is inside, it should be safe." – White Hat had discarded his ruined coat.

"What is the item? If it is so dangerous-"

"You don't need to know." – White Hat was serious and Slug shut his mouth.

…..

"I was so surprised, really! Seeing you here, so grown-up and healthy! It is unfortunate we meet under these circumstances; I would have liked to conduct an experiment or two on you." – the woman on the chair said.

"Professor Clover…" – Clemencia's voice dripped with hate.

"GRRRR!" – 606 didn't know who this was but it must be someone evil since Clemencia hated her so much.

"AW! Don't be so grim, sweetie, and who is your purple friend over there?" – the woman smiled and her smile made them shiver.

Professor Clover was, or at least looked like a kind, middle-aged auntie, blonde locks, a few wrinkles around the eyes, green eyes… well, one eye. The left eye and part of the cheek were replaced by cybernetic ones. Clemencia stared.

"Oh, this?" Clover touched her left cheek "I replaced my old one…" she suddenly stood up, her flesh eye bloodshot "After you little freak crushed it!"

Professor Clover's cybernetic eye changed color and a few trapdoors opened. Mangled abominations consisting of different animals and mechanical components crawled out.

"The fact that you are alive and well intrigues me, so I will not cut shred you… as much." – she tilted her head, one of her hands opened up and a medical saw came out.

"Stay alert, Six'O! Things will get messy!" – Clemencia's grip on her bat was tighter than usual.

…

White Hat had entered the room containing the mysterious item in the briefcase. Dr. Slug was keeping an eye outside the room because he could literally DIE inside it! What was that item? Why was it so important or deadly? He wanted to know so bad!

BOOOOOOOOM!

An explosion shook the place, almost making Slug fall on the floor. Alarms blared and red lights flashed, alerting anybody inside to evacuate.

"Come on! Hurry up and let's get out of here!" Slug banged on the closed door, a few more, smaller, explosions occurred "Come on, boss! We need to leave!"

Just then the doors opened and White Hat's stupid, smiling face peeked out.

"Hey! Did you just call me your boss?"

"NO way in hell! You misheard something." Slug denied "We need to leave asap!"

"Alright. Do you think Clemencia and 606 will be fine? Should I go and look for them?"

"Oh, please!" Slug groaned "Those two can look after themselves. I know they will probably be fine."

….

"YAAAH!" – Clemencia panted.

She was more mentally and emotionally exhausted they physically. The fight with Prof. Clover went as well as the girl had expected. She and 606 had to not only fend off the cybernetically-enhanced professor but she had to put the poor, suffering creations the crazy woman had sent after them.

"Grouh?"

"I'm OK, Six'O…" – Clemencia swallowed the nausea and managed to answer.

"Fascinating…" Clover's voice sounded from above them "You appear to understand that bear despite not having any similar enhancements done to you… Is it some sort of additional development? Oh, I want to cut you up even more!"

"Fat chance! I will take you down!" – Clemencia threw a broken piece of equipment at the professor.

Clover caught it with her metal arm and crushed it.

"Oh, you poor, naïve child…" – Clover smiled and was about to throw the crushed remains back when she suddenly stopped.

Be-beep! – inorganic side of her head made that noise.

"Oh!" she gasped in surprise "It seems our meeting has to be cut short, for now at least." –the woman turned around to leave

"Wait!" – Clemencia shouted, determined to stop the professor.

Clover flicked her right hand and suddenly an explosion shook the whole place. Metal began to fall and a hole opened in the ceiling. Turns out they were in some sort of room that had been hanging above the sea, the door from which they entered connecting it to the island's cliffside. A heli-jet (something between a helicopter and a jet) came and lowered a zip line for the professor, the pilot was a person with a gas mask and a dark purple bodysuit.

"We'll meet once again, C-13F!" Prof. Clover declared as she was pulled up "And next time I'll make sure to open that cute body of yours and see how you tick! Don't worry, I'll make it extra painful! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" – she laughed maniacally as she was pulled on board.

Clemencia and 606 could only watch as neither of them could reach her.

"No… No, no, no!" – Clemencia was so angry, she ripped a pipe from the wall and threw it in the direction of the heli-jet.

The heavy pipe flew for a while before falling with a loud splash in the ocean.

"Grr… Grou uuhn!" – 606 patted her on the back, she flinched at first but relaxed.

"You are right, Six'O. Let's- Let's get out of here."

"Good work, everyone! We not only managed to retrieve the briefcase and return it back to the CIA but also destroy the base, although by accident…" White Hat announced as everybody sat around the kitchen table "I am so proud of you all. I really am. SO! Let's all celebrate this victory! I will be cooking you whatever you want!"

"YAY! White Hat's food is the best!" – Clemencia cheered, a band-aid could be seen covering a scrape on her cheek.

"Cheh! If the food is as posh as you, I want no part in it!" – Slug grumbled.

"Come on Sluggy! White Hat makes divine food, I tell you! Just try it and you'll be in love! It is such a shame you almost never cook…"

"Don't worry! I have made time for this!" White Hat waved his hand "Now, what would you like to eat, milady?" – just as elegant as before, White Hat put on an apron and a chef's hat for the occasion.

"Hmm~ OH! I want your pancake special!" – Clemencia ordered.

"That is dessert, dear." – White Hat looked at her with a small, knowing smile.

"Then… Egg benedict! The way YOU like to make it!"

"Understood!" – White Hat cracked an egg like those pro chefs on TV did, with one hand.

"Grouh!" – 606 lifted his right paw.

"Six'O wants some salmon fillet on pan with herbs and apples!"

"Cheh… can you make a steak with onions or croquettes?" – Slug grumbled from his seat.

"Yes, I can make them both!" – White Hat waved his hand absentmindedly and a few potatoes and a steak floated towards him but he didn't seem to notice.

Soon everybody had their food, Dr. Slug even completely removed his paper bad but glared at the others the whole time it was off, daring them to make a comment about his face.

Overall, the day ended well.