Note: The Grand Finale!

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it. I've really liked the input from the readers. It makes me feel good to know people enjoyed the plotline and dialogue. The next plot is scheduled for a few weeks out, but it may come earlier. I'll be working a few comedy chapters out in Take On Me before returning to this continuity. For all you fans of the cut content from BH6, the next adventure is for you!

To the person that noticed the Batman Beyond reference, I'm glad you found that. The entire work is filled with nods and references to other things. Feel free to point 'em out!

Special thanks to kerouthestrange for helping to plot out the next adventure!

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1:27PM

Streets of San Fransokyo

The force of the impact alone felt like it almost shattered her teeth. Twin shields crashed into Genki's chest as Gogo realized for the first time exactly what she was dealing with. As nimbly as the cat had jumped around earlier, it was a shock to see precisely how heavy he was. Even at full speed, she barely managed to knock him into a stumble even with his tattered leg.

She bounced back, wheels scraping across the ground as she fell into a crouch, her lips set in a defiant frown. Gogo had to keep moving. Although armored with shock absorbent padding and light Kevlar, she had seen some of the cybernetic cat's weaponry. Heavy caliber guns, bombs and explosives would make short work of her if she strayed too far. If she got too close, razor sharp claws and electric shocks would put her down. She wasn't armored like Fred, so it would have to be fast, decisive strikes.

Genki toddled forward, almost drunkenly as he tried to fight around a ruptured leg. Sparks flew from the armored suit, giving it a panicked look. The noises emitting from the cyborg were far from fearful, however. A mix of crazed laughter, pre-recorded catchphrases centered around Murdertime being Funtime, and the staccato burst of a machine pistol he pulled from what appeared to be nowhere filled the air.

Gogo swept upward, tearing across the side of a ruined building to force Genki to shoot into the sky. It wouldn't eliminate the risk to others entirely, but it would draw his fire from a place bullets wouldn't ricochet as badly. More importantly, it would pull the beast away from Fred's unmoving body. Gogo gave herself half a second to hope her teammate was okay before she felt the impact of the stray bullet knocking her left shoulder back.

The yellow armor took the hit. Force from the impact radiated through her body as if she had just been kicked by a mule. Eyes went wide as her body reflexively tensed and then consciously relaxed as she tried to regain control. Full adjustment was impossible, however. The female engineer's descent from the wall was a hard one and she half landed, half smashed into a pile of rubble.

Rough impact was murder on the knees, which had buckled, causing her to land hard on a hip. Her left pauldron was probably down for the count and rips and tears along the seams of her armor were starting to show. Gogo grimaced as she staggered to her feet, keeping low lest the murder cat lop it off.

She could hear his approach, the whirling of motors and the hiss of emptying hydraulics coupled with erratic thumps. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Gogo was starting to hate the high pitched whine of Genki's voice.

A rock skittered. Genki snapped around, opening fire with his guns. Bullets blasted at brick and shattered plastic, ripping apart a small compact car. Gogo's lips quirked into a half smile. She couldn't believe the old 'tossed rock' trick actually worked.

Now it was time to do some real damage.

Twin discs flew from behind cover, the yellow blurs striking Genki hard in sequence. The first smashed into the back of the murder cat's damaged knee, causing a complete blowout of hydraulic fluid and circuitry. The second crashed into the cat's head, knocking him over to collapse in a heap. The discs bounced back, pulled back to her wrists by the draw of the magnets in her gauntlets.

"Bullseye."

Emotion fueled already strained muscles, aching from her jaunt across town as she moved forward, whirling around the wreckage on the street in front of the Lucky Cat rubble that had become their combat arena. Still, she was able to take the moment to speed forward towards the downed murder cat. Gogo was there as the shambling figure tried to lurch up. The girl let loose a series of vicious kicks to the armored form.

Her boots and wheels bashed into Genki over and over again as the unrelenting tide of confusion and frustration flowed through her. She didn't make a sound as her kicks knocked the heavy form about like a wet sandbag. Genki rolled over, receiving heavy blows to the steel-plated head. Rends and gashes in the cat's face started to appear as the arms flailed about almost comically.

Gogo's arms didn't make her a powerhouse. Her legs, however, were another story. It was time to end this. She swooped around on her wheels. Her circles became faster, tighter as she sought to build up enough speed for another high speed aerial drop that would break the cat's arms if done right, effectively robbing the maniac of his ability to fight. Wheels sparked as she gave a short hop, banking off the side of a destroyed car, leaping into a high arc.

"Game over," she muttered under her breath.

Professor Genki's arm rose with an unhinged cackle. The cat's paw glowed a bright blue before opening. A wild, uncontrolled electrical burst ripped forth from the appendage, sparkling and shattering the air with a thunderous pop. The electrical shockwave boiled up through the air, catching her full force in mid drop. Gogo's body contorted, racked with the mind-numbing pain of an area-effect Taser burst. Like a marionette with its strings cut, her high speed descent turned into a dead fall.

Her suit absorbed most of the impact as she landed on her back, her helmet bouncing hard against the pavement. Her back was probably one big bruise. Pulled and strained muscles along her shoulders and neck. Her right shoulder in particular was probably dislocated if not broken. Yokai had been powerful, but he hadn't been as tenacious or psychotic.

A strained cough racked her lungs as all the air was compressed out of them, and she let out a gasping breath. Arms and legs shuddered and spasmed as she heard the shriek of Genki's claws on the pavement. Gogo's heart pounded wildly as she tried to regain control of her body. The noise grew louder and louder.

The flickering green cat eyes and hideous, Cheshire cat grin loomed large over her, the jagged tears and rips showing the skull-like combat helmet underneath the mascot's head like a demon from a fever dream born in a disturbed teenager's imagination. A jagged claw shone overhead, eclipsing the sun.

oo00oo

4:45PM

One Year Ago

SFIT Gym

"And that's how you disarm an attacker," Gogo said matter-of-factly. The "attacker", also known as "Fred", lay face down on the practice mat in the middle of the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology's gym. Gogo was crouched over his prone body, locking his arm in a visibly painful fashion. A plastic spoon sat a few feet away, the deadly weapon having escaped a life of drudgery as a pudding cup utensil.

Once a month, the Korean girl volunteered for a women's self-defense class, teaching the basics to SFIT students and concerned housewives that were concerned about wandering the streets of San Fransokyo after dusk. She wasn't quite sure how she ended up teaching a class. She vaguely recalled something about Honey Lemon volunteering with Fred at a bake sale for a local charity event eventually coalescing to a free class and seminar without Gogo's actual knowledge, but what were friends for?

Besides, Tadashi threw free coffee and snacks at the Lucky Cat to sweeten the deal. If anything, it had kept her from strangling her more charitable friends for volunteering her for an hour of standing around whining housewives and weaklings.

"Can I get up now?" Fred gasped, mouth unpleasantly full of floor mat. Gogo's knee between his shoulder blades felt like someone was trying to drive a stake through his heart the hard way. She blinked, then stood up. Fred scrambled away, pushing out the door in a panic lest Gogo thrash him a second time.

The laconic woman placed her hands on her bike shorts clad hips, popping her gum as she surveyed the people seated in a semi-circle around her. "And that's about all she wrote. Any questions?"

"Yeah," came a voice from the back of the room. "That might work for spoons, but what if the attacker comes at you with a pointed stick?"

Gogo's gaze moved from the group to the tall figure framed in the doorway. Her hand instinctively went to straighten out her short ponytail, her face expressionless as Tadashi gave her a teasing grin. He was here to pick her up after the class- it was part of the deal.

"Pointed stick, have we?" Gogo asked, falling into a loose stance. "'Kay. Show me what you got, Hamada."

The man laughed, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the door handle. "Okay, but go easy on me." She snorted, raising an eyebrow.

He approached deliberately. Gogo's brow furrowed ever so slightly as he closed the distance smoothly with a smile on his face. Too close. She jabbed, a fast movement meant to disorient so she could catch his arm, swing him over her hip. Eyes flew open as he caught the wrist, pulling her towards him before sweeping his other arm under her to snatch her into a fireman's carry.

"Put. Me. Down." Not a plea or a demand, but a straight command. Tadashi grinned, feeling her struggle. She was strong – Gogo's core was solid, but he had leverage and was causing severe disorientation by putting her into an airplane spin. It was something he did with her brother, although Gogo was considerably heavier and stronger.

"One last lesson," Gogo announced, jackknifing her body to toss Tadashi off balance. With a startled "whoa", the man lost his balance. Gogo jerked straight, releasing from his grasp to land in a crouch as he fell with a yelp and a thud. The women around them clapped and laughed as Tadashi lay there, the world spinning around him. "Don't be afraid to fight dirty."

With a short hop, the woman was on him, knees firmly planted on his biceps as she sat on his chest. "I told you – don't like being picked up," she said, a tight smile on her face to Tadashi. She leaned forward, face expressionless as she popped a bubble mere inches from his. "Got it now?"

"Okay, okay. No more trying to pick you up," Tadashi said, the three faces in front of him finally coalescing into one. The crowd started to disperse and she sat back up still locking Tadashi in the pin, a smug look crossing her face.

"I win," she said, her voice taking on a singsong tone.

"Yeah, yeah. Just remember one thing."

"Hm?"

Tadashi twisted his body hard, dislodging her with a sudden motion as he rolled her onto her back, pinning her with his arms and legs. She drew a short, sharp intake of breath too fast to even be a gasp. He smiled a sly grin as he leaned forward, brown eyes filled with that innocent playfulness that always caught her breath. Her heart started to pound – probably because of the adrenaline. "You're not the only one that can fight dirty."

Gogo batted the offered hand as he got up, instead snatching the hat off of his head, putting it on her own as she wordlessly stalked towards the door. She pulled the hat over her face to hide the furious blush on her cheeks as she heard Tadashi's amused laugh behind her.

oo00oo

1:32PM

Streets of San Fransokyo

Carbon steel razors descended towards her face. Judging from the damage they had done to Fred's suit, her helmet wouldn't be able to keep for long. She raised an arm, but too little, too late. The tips of the powerful paws smashed into the plexiglass shield and her helmet spider-webbed viciously, the plastic and ceramic composites cracking as the impact sounded like an exploding kettledrum in her head.

Blindly, Gogo slammed her right fist into the ground, arming her shield for rebound mode. The impact on her fist to the ground sent the disc flashing upward, and she let loose a scream of excruciating pain as her damaged shoulder exploded into fresh peals of agony. The horrible clanging noise followed by a mangled squawk managed to find its way through the high pitched ringing in her ears as she felt Genki reeling away. Gogo rolled to one side, pushing herself back up. Her entire body was numb, tingling, and she had a copper taste in her mouth. Her shaking left hand tore away at her helmet, pulling it free as her disheveled hair fell over her face. Wearily, she looked to her side where Genki stood.

Genki wobbled there, screeching, pawing at the disc that had lodged itself in a weak point in the metal right between the murder cat's eyes. The electromagnetic field it emitted was playing hob with the helmet sensors, rendering the beast blind. Gogo smiled in spite of herself. She had done a number on him. The monster was worn down to the skeleton beneath. The leg she had damaged had completely failed, the mangled limb making his unseemly weight untenable.

Gogo staggered to a knee, and realized that her wheels no longer functioned. The massive EMP burst triggered by Genki had deactivated most of her equipment. But for the grace of some higher power, that last wrist shield had been left active after the burst. Her breathing quickened as she forced herself up. Even disabled, Genki was not something she wanted to trifle with now that she was about as armed as a plucky college student in a broken super-suit.

Her pace was something between a stagger and a limp as she moved away. Adrenaline kept her going, ignoring the bruises, twisted ankle, cuts, scrapes and dislocated arm. Her lungs burned with each breath. There was a sharp clang, and Gogo looked behind. Genki had battered the disc loose from his face, and was giving chase.

The good news was that the electromagnetic weapon to the head appeared to have blown out most of Genki's mobility and armament. Cold comfort, given that the exact same thing had happened to her armor's systems in the process. The problem was that at the end of the day, Genki could still crush steel with his functioning paw, and she couldn't open a Coke can with the amount of energy left in her. Still, his progress was less than stunning as he shambled after her like a zombie. At least his vocalizer was broken – no more shrieking insanity from the murder cat.

Stumbling away for her life was not the time to be thinking about the past, but with death breathing down her neck, her mind's eye saw no better time than the present. The past few days had been emotionally exhausting for her, and she still didn't know how she should feel; grateful for the fact that she had been friends with a truly kind and caring person, or empty for missing out on the chance to have been in love with someone that truly understood her.

Above all else, she missed him. She knew that, had always known that, but never let her admit it to herself. The scrape of metal behind her forced her to move faster, but the effort made her clumsier. She let out a grunt as her weak leg caught on debris, and she crashed down onto her left shoulder next to a parked car. The scraping moved closer, and Gogo rolled to her back, watching the figure approach.

Her body ached, she had no energy left. She was alone and afraid. Not afraid of being alone, and not of dying, but afraid that she was going to die having always been alone and having nobody else to blame for it but herself. Gogo closed her eyes, remembering, forcing herself to relive the things Baymax had shown her.

She heard Tadashi's voice, his laugh, and their long talks at night over coffee and figures. She could smell the scent of solder and cold pizza floating in the air late at night as they worked back to back in comforting silence on different projects. The rare smiles she shared only with him, the laughing and shouting at their B-Movie nights with the rest of the gang. She felt his hand on hers; he had always found a way to touch her fingers when handing her a tool or a drink. The longing looks they gave one another when the other wasn't paying attention. The way his brown eyes looked into hers; both of them hoping, wishing, begging behind the heavy emotional walls they had built to protect themselves from the world that the other would say something, anything to light the fire both of them desperately wanted.

Best friends, lovers, it didn't matter. Gogo had loved him, and Tadashi had loved her, even if they never said it, never could admit it because of who they were and the circumstances around them. Her eyes fluttered open. That would be enough. Whatever it was that they had, it was more than life allowed most people to have.

Genki stood before her, wobbling. The sparks shooting from his body had grown to full blown flames crackling off of his side. The one functioning hand reached forward as the lights in his right eye finally sputtered out due to the massive dent in his face. "Gonna kill you now," came a voice somewhere inside the machine, raspy, small, but filled with dripping hatred. "It's gonna hurt."

Gogo's dry, cracked lips split into a chilling smile right back, stopping Genki dead in his tracks for a split second. "You can't do anything to hurt me that'll top what I've done to myself… but you're welcome to try."

"…g-gonna kill you!"

Gogo closed her eyes. She was tired.

Then Genki exploded.

More accurately, Baymax's mighty fists came down, smashing into the body of the tattered cyborg, shearing off armor plating and mechanical arms, revealing the shriveled arms of Mr. Sparkle within. The healthcare provider's massive hand grabbed Genki's head, lifting him up and body slamming the pathetic creature to the ground. "My apologies, Professor Genki, but you have caused egregious bodily harm to several individuals that include my friends. Please stand down, or I will be forced to incapacitate you for an extended period of time."

The only response was a weak groan.

Gogo stared at the mighty red robot before her, and looked around, craning her head weakly. "Baymax? How… Where… where's Wasabi and Honey?"

"Assisting with damage control and cleanup," Baymax replied, scanning Gogo. "I reached full charge twenty minutes ago, at which time I placed myself on active standby. I was contacted via radio, and assessed your condition on approach. I made the suggestion of splitting up to lend combat assistance due to my flight speed." A pause. "Flying makes me a better health care companion."

"Yeah," Gogo said with a small smile. "It does. Is Fred okay?"

"Fred suffered a concussion and a broken arm. A medical transport has been secured. Preliminary scans indicate that you have also sustained a concussion. In addition, you appear to have sustained: multiple abrasions and contusions along your arms, back, head, shoulders, thighs, and calves. You have two broken ribs. Your left ankle has suffered a moderate sprain. Your right shoulder is dislocated with minor damage to…"

"Okay, that's enough, Baymax," Gogo interrupted with a sharp hiss of breath as she tried to stand. Everything hurt. Even her teeth. Baymax trotted forward, scooping her up into massive ceramic and plastic arms.

She grimaced. "I hate being picked up."

"I am aware."

Gogo closed her eyes again, letting out a soft sigh. Tadashi was here.

oo00oo

11:23 AM

San Fransokyo General Hospital

The only thing worse than hospital beds were hospitals and being sick. Gogo hated being injured. For someone that needed the occasional adrenaline rush to get her through the day, being bed ridden, covered in bandages, braces, and casts, they might as well have tortured her and called it a day. Still, it beat the alternative. The hospital staff had allowed Baymax to stay with his 'patient', provided he didn't wear his battle armor in the building. The pillowy robot had kept a silent vigil for most of the evening.

Her eyes fluttered open to face the wall clock on the opposite side of the hospital room. 11:23AM in soft white against a black screen. Her entire body felt like someone had run it over with a monster truck, then backed up to make sure that he didn't miss a spot. Gogo slowly turned her head to see Baymax standing nearby, close enough to appear concerned, far away enough to give her space. Her lips quirked up into a weak smile. Tadashi had definitely done his homework.

"Good morning, Gogo," the robot said in his even tone. "I hope you are feeling better. The doctors have informed me that your prognosis is: excellent. You have responded well to treatment due to your underlying excellent physical health."

"How long was I out?"

"Approximately forty two hours."

Gogo made a face. "Wow. Okay then. Totally wasn't expecting that number." Gogo looked into the oddly expressive camera eyes of the machine. "Is everyone else okay?"

"Yes," responded Baymax. "Fred is currently five rooms down and is almost ready to be discharged from hospital care. Hiro, Wasabi, and Honey Lemon are in the lobby to see if you are accepting visitors today."

Gogo's eyes drifted from the two black dots to stare out the window, nodding more to herself than the robot. "Yeah. Let 'em in."

She lost herself in thought as she waited, listening to the strange 'zip-zop' noise of Baymax toddling himself out of the room to retrieve her guests. She felt normal, which in itself was odd. The past two days (that she could remember being conscious in) had been filled with a lot of tension. She felt at peace, but a little empty as if a part of her had simply ceased to be. Coming to grips with something she had held inside for so long was much different than her usual tactic of stomping it down into her gut. Gogo wasn't sure if it was better or worse.

"Gogo! Oh man, I heard about what happened the second I got home," Hiro blurted, rushing over. "They told me you practically beat Professor Genki to a standstill. That is… terrible, but really, really awesome."

Introspection would have to wait. The tired woman turned to look at the bright but worried face of Hiro by her bedside, only to see Wasabi and Honey Lemon shuffle in after looking quiet, apologetic, but most of all utterly relieved that Gogo was still functioning and relatively healthy.

"Yeah, well… Fred helped," Gogo said, reaching out to muss up Hiro's hair with her left hand. "Where is that doofus anyway?"

"One doofus, present and accounted for," Fred called, pushing into the room, easing in. He was dressed in a set of dinosaur PJs, his arm in a cast, his head in the ubiquitous cap that sat like a sad black jellyfish on his head. "So I heard I missed all the action. Lame."

"If by 'action' you mean 'watching Gogo get her can kicked by an insane cat monster robot', than yeah, lame," the woman said, shaking her head. "That thing… what was he?"

"Turns out he was Mr. Sparkle, that creepy host of 'Super Terrific Happy Fun Hour'," Wasabi said, folding his arms. "Police told us that they had been looking for the guy for a while. Apparently he was mostly using that weird game show of his as a means of trafficking in illegal goods. Looks like when your show consists of beating people with halibut while running through giant rubber tubes, people don't look too close to the stuff you're bringing in and out of port."

"How the heck does a guy like that get his hands on military hardware?" Gogo asked, brow furrowing. Everyone traded glances before looking at Hiro.

The child prodigy laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Um, well. We're about to find out. I had Baymax… borrow some information from Genki's onboard battle computer."

"Hiro assured me that investigating Professor Genki further would increase his neurotransmitter levels, and increase the overall well-being of the greater San Fransokyo metropolitan area," Baymax chimed in, raising a chubby index finger in the way only Baymax could do.

"Can't argue with that, I guess," Gogo said, shaking her head with a soft chuckle.

"Gogo, thanks for taking charge, and… we're sorry," Honey said, stepping closer to the bed. "I'm sorry. I…uh, I shared some personal things you told me in confidence. I was really worried about you, but I don't think that's much of an excuse." The chemistry student's face was forlorn, as if she had done something utterly unforgiveable. She took Gogo's hand, her face pleading for forgiveness.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Wasabi said, his normally worried face shifting to actual worry. "We all respect you and your privacy. We all care about you."

"Seriously," Fred added. "I mean, it's pretty clear you care about us. We don't get to return the favor a lot."

The speedster sighed. "It's okay," she said quietly. "I guess I should be grateful I have friends that care enough to mess around with my personal life."

The room grew quiet. Hiro looked around, confused. "Uh, did I miss something?"

Gogo smiled sadly. "No. I did."

oo00oo

3:23PM

San Fransokyo – Golden Gate Cemetary

As the saying goes, time heals all wounds. Gogo would say that some wounds healed better than others. Cuts sealed, bruises faded and bones knit back together, but the emptiness inside her never left. That missing piece was still gone, but life continued.

Weeks went by. Wasabi got straight As on his midterms. Honey finally found a proper chocolate flavoring substitute for her diabetic brownies. Hiro spent his time between decompiling and decrypting Professor Genki's data core and working on his latest project – databots. Small helper drones that would follow their owner like personal PDAs and concierges. Fred was still Fred despite all odds.

She found herself in front of the shrine that bore Tadashi's image three weeks after she was discharged. It was after school, her messenger route taking her near the gravesite where the Hamada family had a small plot reserved. The ultralight bike slid into the sling on her back as she quietly stepped up the narrow stairs. She didn't know why, especially now. While she had been to the funeral, she had never come to the shrine.

Today, with the sun bright and the birds singing, it seemed right. Tadashi loved days like this. It felt unnatural to not be rushing through it, charging towards the artificial heat of the night instead of basking in the sun's glow. There was a small figure at the top of the steps, giving her a moment's pause.

"…I wasn't there, but everyone held up pretty good," Hiro said, lighting the incense as he chattered away. "He was a tough guy. Almost got his core cracked. We'll get whoever's behind this, Big Bro. I know you'd probably already have a bead on him, but we'll make sure everyone's safe soon enough."

"This a private conversation, or can anyone join?"

Hiro looked up, smiling his toothy grin at Gogo who re-shouldered the bike as she approached. "Hey Gogo. Didn't hear you come up… or ever expect to see you here. Look who's here, Tadashi!"

Gogo never understood the concept of talking to a dead person like they were there. It was weird and awkward, but with Hiro around it felt more awkward not to play along. "Yo," she issued, raising a hand in a mock Baymax greeting, rotating her arm in his quirky way.

"Yeah, I know. It's kinda silly, but it makes me feel better," Hiro said, shuffling his feet as Gogo walked forward, running her fingertips along Tadashi's name written in kanji along the stone. "Don't worry; I haven't lost my mind yet."

A half-smile crossed the woman's face as she peered at Hiro from the corner of her eye. "Sometimes you sound like Tadashi," she teased before looking at the photo of the handsome young man on the shrine.

Hiro laughed. "I guess."

"I was in love with your brother, you know."

"Well, we all… say what now?" Hiro stared at Gogo, her eyes betraying that she was anywhere but there as she stared in the distance.

"I loved him. He went away before I could tell him… so… I guess I came here to finally tell him. For real," Gogo said, her voice strong, but still barely a whisper. "Love you, stupid. Miss you, too. I hope you really felt the same way."

Hiro stared at her, unsure of what to say. She gave him a real smile, warm and gentle. "You know how to talk to him better than I do. I don't even know if he's listening. If he didn't hear me, could you make sure he knows?"

"Y-yeah. Of course."

Gogo sniffed, wiping a tear from her eye. "Allergies," she said, voice strained as her the sound of her shoes padding down the stairs disappearing in the distance was the only thing that convinced Hiro she had actually been there.

Gogo smiled. It was a beautiful day, and she only had one more run. She could take her time.

oo00oo

EPILOGUE

9:32PM

Hamada Residence

Hiro returned home to sit down at his computer to check on the progress of the information Baymax had retrieved from Professor Genki. Gogo had made it a very odd day. The idea that Gogo, someone who didn't even seem to have human emotions, had been in love with his brother? It freaked him out a little. A lot, actually.

It wasn't surprising, really. Gogo was pretty, tough, snarky. Seemed like his brother's type. Still, his brother had been an idol, really - someone to look up to. Gogo was frankly terrifying to him. The idea that a cool, calculated customer like her had been soft on his brother made him all the more impressive in Hiro's eyes.

Hiro shook his head with a wistful smile as he tapped at the screen. He felt bad for the both of them.

A list of folders popped up, and Hiro perused them. Telemetry data, power regulation, targets and mission parameters. The prodigy stopped over that section, squinting as he tapped the icon. The material inside immediately burst into furious activity, spreading dossiers, information and detailed profiles across the screen.

Hiro's head jerked back in surprise as he began reading the information in front of him, sorting through with his hand. "What in the…?" The directives written in what he had dubbed the "brainwashing" file – seek and destroy certain targets. But why? Maybe the answers were in the targets themselves. Deft hands tapped and sorted through the dossiers. A veritable who's who of the San Fransokyo underworld danced across the screen.

A familiar face finally popped up, a large DECEASED written across the lumpy, gumdrop shaped head of Yama. The big man had been a big noise in the San Fransokyo underworld. Hiro clicked the tabs in the file, reading rapidly, hands shaking slightly. The date of death for the big man was listed as one week ago.

Genki had just been a pawn – a means to eliminate possible problems. He had been given one directive: destabilize any opposition to 'the Phantom' who was, based on the images inside the file, Callaghan's old alter ego 'Yokai'. The dossiers were a hit list, overridden only by the threat that his team had raised.

Hiro's brain kicked into high gear as he called up the organizational charts. With Yama gone…

"Chaos," Hiro muttered, running a projection analysis. "Yama's gone. There's nothing to hold them all together. The Yakuza, Warriors, Fujitas, and Bombers; they're going to turn this town inside out for control of the city."

A map was called up, dividing the city into the gang territories, marking them with colors. "Guys," he said, looking at the group photo of the team on his desk, "We've got our work cut out for us."