A pale, blue van sped through the streets of Shadow Shore. It was much brighter, as the sky was now a golden tint from the morning sun. Inside the van, Dare was driving as Montag sat next to him with Sapphire and Chance in the back. The first thing Sapphire noticed about the van was how futuristic it looked. While ordinary on the outside, it has a section of computer screens in the back for what she presumed was research and surveillance. The dashboard was even high-tech with a screen of images and code that wasn't important to her. She was amazed by the level of technology that surrounded her. She wished she just could...

She shook her hand free from her looming thoughts. "So, gentlemen, what's our go-plan?"

"Thimble," Montag said, turning around in his seat with a confident smile. "We're first going to investigate the scene for any clues. No Thone will be left unturned."

"Well, consider where we're going, there's going to be a lot of turning over stones." Dare said.

Sapphire rolled her eyes, looking over to Chance who was looking through his tablet. She slid closer, and asked, "Hey, what you got there?"

Chance must have been deep in his thoughts as he was startled by her presence, causing him to nearly drop the tablet. Sapphire let out a small giggle, before reassuring him with a pat on his shoulder. "Sorry for the scare. I just wanted to see what you're up to. It seems interesting."

Chance smiled sheepishly, not even remembering the last he felt that much embarrassed. Well, besides that time he somehow ended the van up in a swimming pool, which he still blames Montag for setting the G.P.S on autopilot wrong.

After composing himself, he gave her a toothy grin. "Oh, it's just the report from earlier, except I found something strange about it." Chance said, showing her the screen. The screen was a graphic map of the streets around The Cyber-palace. Six dots appeared on the map, each a location she knew of.

"See those dots? Each one represents a bomb attack. The thing is, if you connect the dots, it creates a pattern."

"You know where?"

Before Chance could answer that, the van came to a sudden stop, nearly jolting the two of the seats. Everyone peered through the windshield to take in a scene of complete devastation. They were quiet, too much in shock to even comment on the screen.

The street was torn apart, with burnt shells of buildings blown back, others completely reduced to rubble and smokey ashes. Officers and rescue workers were bowling around, carrying away injured civilians on strollers, some in body bags. A small crowd gathered at the yellow police tape that blocked them off from the scene, news reporters begging and screaming for an answer or interview, and presumably loved ones grieving at the sight.

"Alright, thith is it," Montag said, as he and the other two bots put on tinted sunglass, disguises to hide their pupils-less eyes. "Let's do thith, so we can get out of here fast. Don't try to make eye contact with the crowd. I think they have seen enough today."

The four stepped out of the van, breaching in the horrible smell of roasted meat that lingered in the air. A police officer was stationed at the yellow tape, and with a quick flash of their badges, they were allowed to cross over. As they entered, they noticed a...