Mandark's Laboratory

Robot Jones marches into Mandark's lab at the genius' request.

Cameron waltzes back in. He is instantly taken aback by the black color scheme that was around. "Reminder to self, never paint walls black. Especially the front entry." He continues to follow Robot Jones in hopes to sneak by up to see Mandark.

"You're late Jones!" The evil genius shouts, his eyes nearly having fire in them, "How am I supposed to run this place if you are always messing up!" He glares at the robot, but as he looks up he sees the human that had come in, "And you let someone into the building that I did not clear!"

"For the record, your robot left the door open and you have no security going in. Such a shame too." He tsked at Mandark as he crossed his arms and shook his head no. "Imagine what Fusions would want to come through your door and make this place its home."

"He is just an employee, peon!" Mandark growls at Cameron, "And my security is top notch. If a fusion had entered my mandroids would be all over it. Speaking of my mandroids." Mandark reaches for his belt, pushing a button, smirking smugly, "A squad will be here in a minute to take you away. I think that will put you in your place. Hahaha hahahahaha."

"I can play that fight myself." He took out a remote from his pocket. A single hit of the button called out drones equipped with a laser on it. "If you really want to do this, I will not be afraid to retaliate. Though, if you choose to call off your droids, then I will be more than happy to talk about a partnership."

"And why would I want to consider a partnership with someone who can't even make a proper appointment and is utterly rude." Mandark snaps his fingers and three sets of turrets pop out form the ceiling, pointing tracking beats at the drones. "You don't walk into another lions den like you've done without doing your homework. Now either withdraw your toys or I can just send them to the scrap heap." The genius' grin broadens in a dark manner.

"Do you not want a better future? A future without Fusions? Be the first to beat this war and make history? With our combined knowledge, we can do this. You'll be stupid if you try to get rid of me like this. But, if you don't," Cameron reaches in his pocket and takes out a small EMP, "I'll quickly and temporarily disable your technology. All of it."

"Pitiful. I've already taken precautions for EMPs. You are a pleb if you think I hadn't already thought of this kind of thing from Dexter. I want a better future, but one not dictated to me someone who barely know anything about gunship diplomacy. Just this display proves you are not worth to even work with." Mandark utters as he laughs at Cameron and pulls out a blaster from behind his back. A set of Mandroids roll in, each with a set of heavy machine guns. "So, I would suggest you leave my building, make an actual appointment like a normal human being and maybe we can talk. Now get out."

"What such pity. You are missing quite the opportunity. As for gunship diplomacy? I can do that quite easily. You see, you are misjudging me." Cameron puts the EMP device back in his pocket. "For I am a man of hidden tricks. I believe you do not understand King Industries." He reaches in his pocket for his own taze gun. "I have helped develop many security devices and software. I have perfected many basic defensive weapons that are commonly used. A few designed to kill if needed." He pulls out the taze gun. "Like this tazer for example. Set on the normal setting, it will simply incapacitate you for a few times. But," Cameron turns a nob on the side of the gun, "if I got it set on the max possible setting, I can send more volts than the body can naturally handle. This isn't my only weapon of killing I have but it is the one I currently have in possession."

"You don't seem to understand, I do not care about your trick, any opportunities you present without a proper meeting or your attempts to threaten me. I've told you leave and you are in violation of the law by being on private property." Mandark hisses softly as he readies his trigger finger, "I've got every right to fire my weapon at you since you're trespassing, but I feel generous and I'll allow you to leave with your life. I'll even have my mandroids escort you out."

"Fair enough. But, I will make an appointment with Dexter and we'll watch to see your company crumble. Such a pathetic way to go out. But if you insist and would like my acquaintance still, then I will make an appointment with you proper." Cameron calls off his droids and puts away his taze gun.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha, Dexter will never bother with the likes of you if this how you act. He's too much of a goodie two shoes. I on the other hand applaud your bravado for attempting something even a armature villain would see as foolish. Make that appointment and we'll have talks and even help you get an in with destroido." Mandark answers, snapping his fingers as the ceiling turrets slowly withdraw.

"Armature villain? You think I'm just an armature? Well, compared to you and your big ego, you're probably right. You're probably imagining me kissing your feet while you sit on a throne. That sounds about right. Well then, I'll be off. Doing my own schemes to keep these so called heroes distracted." Cameron was thinking then had a thought, "I should probably start with Dexter. Yeah, and I know the right tech for the job." He begins to walk off. "I'll see you later. Going to take down your biggest rival for you." He exits the building.