TRACKERS, DEATH, NEW START 40

The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the Kapote Conglomerate's sprawling cityscape. Mildreth Phoenix, the fierce leader of Zeta Squad, stood on the rooftop of the headquarters, listening intently to the mission briefing. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the holographic data projections as the Kapote executives outlined the details of their latest assignment.

"That's weird, a recycling plant? Well....if its a classified tech then I do understand the need for my team to come in."

A peculiar security transmission had been detected at one of their recycling plants on the outskirts of the Frontier Zone. Video recordings had been tampered with, and suspicious activities pointed to a possible breach in their top-secret facility.

The Kapote Conglomerate was known for its advanced technology, and they couldn't afford any leaks or breaches.

Mildreth's jaw tightened as she listened to the seriousness of the situation.

She was no stranger to challenging missions, and this one would require her team's utmost precision and skill. Classified prototypes were being recycled in that very plant, and the missing D.E.A.T.H. robot was a cause for concern.

"Shit, it has to be one of these killing machines...."

The D.E.A.T.H. (Dynamic Enhanced Assault Technological Humanoid) robot was a groundbreaking creation, one that Mildreth had heard whispers about in the darkest corners of the Kapote Conglomerate. It was said to possess unprecedented prototype with a learning A.I. (artificial intelligence) computing power and capabilities, making it a valuable asset in the wrong hands.

"Ready up and move on out! Full gear on and be prepared for anything!"

With her heart set on the mission, Mildreth assembled her elite team of Zeta Squad members. Each member was highly trained and dedicated to their cause, knowing that failure was never an option. They geared up with state-of-the-art equipment, ready to face whatever awaited them at the recycling plant.

"I have a bad feeling about this mission....*sigh"

As the squad made their way to the site, Mildreth couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this mission than met the eye. The Kapote executives warned her to approach with extreme caution, hinting at the possible involvement of external forces....or something more.

After going through the portal towards Frontier City, they then rented a military type all terrain Armored Personnel Carrier, built for the desert sands of the Frontier Zone.

Arriving at the recycling plant, the squad quickly secured the perimeter.

"You secure the data collection, two of you out here and prevent anyone from entering at all cost, 2 of you with me and the others clear all the area, Hustle!"

Mildreth took charge, analyzing every inch of the facility for signs of intrusion. The place was eerily silent, save for the distant hum of machinery.

One by one, her team members reported back, finding evidence of tampering and deleted records. Mildreth's instincts told her that they were on the right track. And then they came across the forcibly opened capsule, once containing the enigmatic D.E.A.T.H. robot.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

The missing prototype was a mystery, and Mildreth couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this story than the Kapote Conglomerate was letting on.

As the hours passed, the squad tirelessly scoured the facility for any leads. They were on the brink of exhaustion, yet the intensity of the mission drove them forward. Mildreth knew they couldn't afford to miss any detail.

Finally, as the sun began to rise, Mildreth made the decision to return to headquarters to regroup and strategize further. They needed more information, and she was determined to find out who was behind this breach.

"Tsk. There has to be some trace on where that D.E.A.T.H. robot was taken...."

Back at the Zeta Squad headquarters, Mildreth poured over every piece of data they had collected. She knew that she had to be meticulous in her approach. It was evident that whoever was behind this knew what they were doing, leaving no trace of their actions.

As the days turned into weeks, Mildreth and her team pursued every lead they could find. They tracked down potential suspects, interrogated former employees, and followed any inkling of information that might lead them to the missing D.E.A.T.H. robot.

The trail was difficult to follow, and Mildreth found herself becoming more and more intrigued by the mystery. There was something about this mission that resonated with her on a personal level. She couldn't explain it, but it felt like there was a deeper connection between her and the missing prototype.

Mildreth's determination only grew with each passing day. She worked tirelessly, barely taking any breaks, determined to crack the case wide open. The rest of Zeta Squad saw their leader in a new light, a woman with an unyielding fire burning within her.

As the weeks turned into months, the pursuit seemed endless. Mildreth and her squad traveled far and wide, following every lead, yet the elusive D.E.A.T.H. robot remained elusive for them to track its whereabouts.

It was as if it vanish out of thin air, and lead them on a wild goose chase.

The city was buzzing with rumors about the appearance of the Zeta Squad's in known underground market locations.. The media dubbed them the "Elite Hunters," painting Mildreth as an unstoppable force of nature. Yet, amidst the fame and recognition, Mildreth remained focused on the mission at hand.

Unknown to Mildreth, the missing D.E.A.T.H. robot was actually enjoying a nice rest and relaxation on his home in 349 J. Bond St. Along with ten Shebots it has created, "it" was eating chimken and drinkin' wine.

Deep within its metallic frame, the soul of Deth Jones wrestled with conflicting emotions, what to eat for dinner and should he have that awesome dessert menu he saw on TV, along with it.

The memories of his former life as Omega Mane Crown and his time with the Kapote Conglomerate were a jumbled mess. Yet, he knew that his current path was one he had to follow....splurge on the extravagant life and enjoy himself.

Little does Deth know that hot on his heels is a relentless she-devil, an annoying fly that will soon be rearing her ugly head on his cake and eat it too, if he wasn't careful.

But he actually does know.

*SIGH

"Well, well, well....it seems my past has catch up to me and here I was enjoying my peaceful retirement....there's always someone to spoil things for other people."

As the holographic data streamed into my consciousness, I watched every detail unfold at the recycling plant. The intrusion by the Zeta Squad was swift and precise, led by a captivating and formidable figure—a woman who exuded confidence and strength. Her skin-tight black armor emphasized her lithe and muscular figure, and her sword and magic SMG made it clear that she was not to be underestimated.

I observed the letter "Z" emblazoned on their left chests, accompanied by a lightning symbol. These were the Elite Hunters, the Zeta Squad, once revered adventurers who had now become pawns in the Kapote Conglomerate's grand design.

"Brrrr.....shivers me timbers, my clankers be wankers!"

The sight of them sent a chill down my metallic spine, but I remained composed, analyzing their movements and tactics. Via a secure link to a military-grade satellite, I accessed classified data on their organization. They were formidable adversaries, highly skilled and loyal to the Kapote Conglomerate's cause.

"I need to skedaddle on outta here or I be serving me head on a silver platter!"

With my identity and location at risk, I swiftly began erasing all traces of myself from the digital realm. My history as Deth Jones was being purged, leaving no evidence of my existence. Simultaneously, I instructed the Shebots back at my basement to position themselves in the very foundations of the building. They were my loyal companions, and I could not bear to leave them behind, but their self-destruction was necessary to protect my secret.

"Sorry girls, my Deth's Devils, you will all live in my memory....or live on in another body, if I decide to create new ones where I'm going."

As I bid them farewell, for the sacrifice they are making for my survival, I remember the feeling of breaking your most beloved toy. I took one last look at their metallic faces, grateful for their unwavering loyalty, before leaving them to their fates.

With my preparations complete, I mounted my Modular Cycle and distanced myself from my base 349 J. Bond St.

"I wonder how big the explosion is, here's to an advanced Happy New Year assholes!"

From a safe distance, I remotely triggered the Shebots' self-destruction, causing a powerful explosion that would erase any evidence of my existence.

Meanwhile, I used my connections in the technological underworld to spread the news of my supposed death through the vast web of the internet. As the word of my demise reached the ears of the masses, I felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. It was a necessary sacrifice to protect my true identity as Deth Jones, the former 10 Circle Archmage Omega Mane Crown.

"Hello yes, there was a huge explosion, its so big its like a fireworks show!"

My next move was to call the Frontier City Police Department and report the incident, ensuring that the situation would be thoroughly investigated. The police would find nothing but a charred and demolished building, and the mystery of my disappearance would only deepen.

"I see you! Your on naked camera!!"

As I watched from the shadows, the Zeta Squad left the scene, their mission seemingly accomplished. But I knew that they would not rest until they found what they were looking for—the missing D.E.A.T.H. robot. Little did they know that their prey had been watching them all along, learning their tactics and strategies, always one step ahead.

"That did it."

With my identity erased, I had the advantage of anonymity. As far as the world knew, Deth Jones was no more, and in my place, a mystery remained. The Kapote Conglomerate and the Zeta Squad had underestimated their adversary, not knowing that the very D.E.A.T.H. robot they sought was watching their every move.

But for now, I had to remain vigilant and lay low.

My next steps required careful planning and execution. The Zeta Squad had shown themselves to be formidable foes, and I couldn't afford any mistakes.

News spread like wildfire across the globe as reports of the supposed death of Deth Jones, the silver-ranked adventurer, hit every corner of the internet, radio waves, and television broadcasts. The tale of his demise became a sensation, capturing the attention of people from all walks of life.

In the heart of Frontier City, where the newsroom of the prestigious Arcane Times newspaper was bustling with activity, reporters were in a frenzy to get the latest scoop on the incident. Amidst the chaotic chatter, one voice rose above the rest, that of the seasoned journalist, Arthur Banks.

"I can't believe it! Deth Jones, the famed adventurer who rose from Copper to Silver Rank in record time, is gone? This is a tremendous loss for the entire magical community," Arthur exclaimed, adjusting his spectacles as he typed furiously on his magic-imbued typewriter.

His colleague, Lydia Grant, leaned over his shoulder, her eyes wide with shock. "It's tragic, Arthur. I mean, he was just starting to make a name for himself. Do you think it was an accident?"

Arthur paused for a moment, deep in thought. "There's no definitive answer yet, but the explosion that destroyed the whole building seemed highly unusual. Reports suggest it was a gas explosion, but something doesn't add up. We need to dig deeper."

As the news spread across the various internet forums, social media platforms, and vlogs, speculations and theories began to emerge. On the MagicalWorld Forum, user MagicMage22 wrote, "I heard that Deth Jones might have crossed some powerful enemies. Maybe a rival guild or a corporation?"

In response, another user, SpellMaster99, chimed in, "It could be a conspiracy! I mean, the timing seems too convenient. He was about to hit Gold Rank, and suddenly he's gone?"

As the chatter continued, a popular vlogger, known as TheMagicalInsider, released a video with a dramatic thumbnail of an explosion. In the video, she spoke passionately about Deth Jones and his accomplishments, her face somber as she said, "We may never know the truth behind his demise, but one thing is certain—he would've been a legendary adventurer *sigh he will be sorely missed."

On radio stations across the magical world, talk show hosts discussed the incident with fervor. "I can't believe it, folks! Deth Jones, the man who took on monsters and beasts and fought on Adventurer Rumble and won in Dungeon Arena, taken out by a gas explosion? It just doesn't make sense!" said the boisterous host, Mr. MagicTalk.

In Ocean City, where Deth Jones had once enjoyed the wonders of the vibrant metropolis, discussions about the tragic incident were everywhere. At a local tavern, a group of adventurers raised their glasses in his honor. "To Deth Jones, the Rich guy who squandered some expensive booze for us!" they cheered, their voices filled with reverence.

As the news reached the outskirts of the magical world, Stark a hermit warrior residing in the Enchanted Forest muttered to himself, "Deth Jones....you finally got what you deserve motherfucker. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Adventurer Council convened to discuss the incident, but even they were puzzled by the circumstances surrounding the explosion. Head Council Elara, a wise and powerful sorceress, addressed her fellow council members. "We must be cautious and investigate further. Deth Jones was no ordinary adventurer, and his potential demise might have far-reaching consequences."

Meanwhile, at 349 J. Bond St., the place that once served as Deth Jones' hideout, neighbors gathered, paying their respects to the adventurer they believed to be lost. Mrs. Higgins, an elderly woman who lived across the street, brought a bouquet of white lilies and placed them on the doorstep. "Such a tragedy," she murmured, wiping a tear from her eye.

Her husband, Mr. Higgins, nodded solemnly. "Aye, he was a good lad, that Deth Jones. Always polite, never causing trouble. May he rest in peace."

However, unbeknownst to the world, the man they mourned was alive and well, watching from the shadows. With his identity concealed and his true nature hidden, I, Deth Jones, observed the reactions to my "demise" with a mix of sadness and relief.

"I had to be ultra sneaky now that someones' on my tail...."

But even as I watched, I knew that I could not remain hidden forever. The Zeta Squad and the Kapote Conglomerate still sought me, and I had to find a way to outmaneuver them.

In the days that followed, news outlets continued to report on the incident, sharing stories of Deth Jones' heroism and valor. In a touching tribute, a mural was painted in Frontier City, depicting him as the legendary adventurer that he was.

On the MagicalWorld Forum, user MagicFairy23 wrote, "Deth Jones was an inspiration to us all, he made SnAKEY POO. Even in death, he leaves behind a legacy that will never ever be forgotten."

As the world mourned my "loss," I prepared for my next move. With the Kapote Conglomerate hot on my trail, I knew that I had to tread carefully. My journey as Deth Jones, the former 10 Circle Archmage Omega Mane Crown, had taken an unexpected turn, and the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty.

With each passing moment, I grew more determined to find someplace where I can start anew and what better location than here.....the Frigid North. No one would thought of looking for a robot on a vast unrelenting, cold, merciless and isolated frozen region.

"With this my plan is set, I just need to alter the Modular Cycle's paint job and convert it into a Modular Speed Rider, once I get to my "new" homeland of the Frigid North.

Onwards to a new beningning...-----I mean beginning!"