Martin Mystery: New Allies

By: Ominae

Rating: PG-13

NOTE:

All characters of Martin Mystery are under the copyright of Marathon; Yu Ominae is a copyright of Striker/Spriggan; John Vattic is a copyright of Codemasters and Free Radical. The character Mark Sy is under my jurisdiction and some parts of his life are based from my experience. The character Patrick Chan is also under my jurisdiction.

Note - This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Pope John Paul II or Karol Józef Wojtyła (May 18, 1920 - April 2, 2005). My condolences with his family. :(

Summary:

A look at what happened to the members of the anti-Berserker task force after they went to their separate ways.

Epilogue: Seperate paths

Chairman's office, ARCAM Japan - 2:00 P.M.

"Well, how did the opearation go back in Manila?" asked Chairman Yamamoto as he picked a cigarette from his Marlboro box and placed it in his mouth.

"Great, old man! In fact, the Center's taking care of the rest of the unactivated Berserker robots." answered Yu calmly.

"Well, we can trust them at least." remarked Chairman Yamamoto. "By the way, make sure that you send Mark my regards in case he contacts you again." Yamamoto took a lighter out from his table drawer and lighted the cigarette in his mouth.

"No problem! Same old, spunky Mark Sy from his ARCAM Spriggan days, old man. I'm sure he'll be delighted about it." grinned Yu as he gave a mock salute.

"Do you know where the Center will store the Berserker robots?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, Yamamoto."

Chairman's office, ARCAM Philippines - 5:30 P.M.

"I see that that the Berserker was destroyed by Mark. Who took care of the rest of the other unactivated Berserker robots?" asked Chairman Rodriguez calmly as he leaned back in his office chair.

"The Center's taking full responsibility for it." responded Patrick. "How's the media going to take this heat?"

"I was informed by one of our moles in the PNP reported to me that the Special Action Force or the SAF is going to take full responsibility for our actions." answered Chairman Rodriguez.

"I see. Anyway, I need to get back to my dorm. I got some work to do." Patrick picked up his duffel bag before leaving Chairman Rodriguez's office.

"I'll see you soon, Patrick." said Chairman Rodriguez as Patrick took one last look at him before he silently closed his office door behind him.

"What a day." said Chairman Rodriguez as he began to type a report for an upcoming staff meeting.

Auditorium, Stanford University, San Francicsco, California, USA- 10:10 A.M.

John Vattic, in his business attire, had just wrapped up his presentation on the Berserker robot. His audience merely consisted of academic professors who specialize in mechanical engineering from various universities in the US and Canada, though a few Department of Defense (DOD) officials had also attended his lecture.

As Vattic prepared to leave the auditorium as his program ended with a small gathering of professor and DOD officials spending time chatting with one another, he was approached by a US Army officer. Vattic clearly knew that the man was from the army and he had the rank of Colonel.

"Well Mr. Vattic, I see that you had a pretty good presentation that you had on the Berserker robot." inquired the Colonel.

"Thank you Colonel Wilson. It took me at least 3 years to conduct my research on this great beast." said Vattic in reply.

"Can you tell me on how did you conduct your research? I'm pretty curious about it" asked Colonel Wilson with a raised brow.

"Let's just say that I had my sources, sir." answered Vattic with a smug grin.

Torrington Academy, Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada - 4:10 P.M.

"Come on! We've been called by the Center!"

"Okay! Don't need to be so loud! Sheesh!"

Martin was grumpy since he felt that he didn't get enough rest from the Air Canada flight that Martin, Diana and Java had taken after their plane had landed in Vancouver International Airport. Mark parted ways with the trio as he left them in order to get back to his aunt's place in White Rock.

Martin used his U-Watch and used its X-ray function to locate the Center portal in the deserted hallway in Torrington. His U-Watch beeped once it located the portal underneath a trash can.

"Where's Java?" asked Martin.

"Java has to attend to something in the cafeteria. He can't come." replied Diana.

"And Mark?" asked Martin once more.

"He has some personal things to do. He won't come with us for the meantime" replied Diana to his second question.

"Fine with me, sis." Martin pushed the trash can, revealing a medium-sized portal hole. Diana was the first one to enter it. As soon as she got in, Martin looked left and right to make sure that no one was watching him. When he was satisfied, he dropped down on the portal before it sealed itself and reverted back to a ceramic tile on the floor.

Sy Residence - 7:30 P.M.

Mark Sy had just arrived at his place after he went out to eat dinner with some of his Filipino friends from Douglas College in Richmond. He rode his BMW R 1150 RT motorcycle on his way back home. He contemplated on the other day when Billy gave him a copy of the Vancouver Sun newspaper courtesy of Billy when he reported to the Center one day aftaer he had landed back in British Columbia. Apparently, its frontpage had a feature on Pope John Paul II. He was saddened by it since he was a devoted Catholic. Though he grieved for his death, he told himself that he needed to "move on" at least. His modified U-Watch was strapped on his left hand, hidden under the sleeve of his Nike Golf Jacket.

When he neared the gate, Harold strolled near his bike. Mark raised the visors of his Titanium Silver-colored BMW System 5 motorbike helmet with one of his BMW Summer Rain gloves. He had a peculiar look on Harold after his visor was on top of his helmet.

"Anything, Harold?"

"None. Your aunt called a while ago. Said she'll call again." He began to look at the front of the mansion quite nervously.

"Something wrong?"

"I just thought that I saw somebody skulking around. But it should be okay. I'll buzz you in." Harold entered the guardhouse and pressed a button that opened the metal gate.

Mark retracted his visor back before he made the motorbike roar loud enough for it to propel itself through the mansion's driveway. He parked his motorbike inside the garage and as he strolled towards the front door, he pushed the garage door remote button in his pants, making the garage door close as he started to walk towards the main entrance.

On his way, his eyes managed to catch the vision of someone crouching on one of the branches of a cedar tree, which was located in front of the mansion's door from the garden. He blinked for a few seconds and noticed a Caucasian female, who was wearing a skimpy uniform exposing her slender legs and a red beret. Though he couldn't see the beret's emblem, he was able to make a proper id of the emblem even if he was not sure on how the emblem looked like.

"Delta Red." mumbled Mark under his breath.

Although he couldn't see who it was, he swore that the figure smiled and gave him a wink before she jumped out of the tree branch and out of view. The main entrance area was well lighted, but the light didn't give Mark a clear view of her face.

"I think I know who my mystery guest is." Mark grinned to himself before he walked up the steps leading to the front door. With a gentle push on the door hasp, he slowly pushed one of the big wooden doors, leading him into the mansion's living area. For a few minutes, he stretched his arms up in the air before he went to his room to get some rest before he turned in for the night. The night was quiet for him, perfect for him to get a good night's sleep.

Epilogue END