The natural acoustics of the area were for the most part [i]sinister[/i] with the fact that it flaunted so little noise. Perhaps a little gust of wind would come through, and the insects would make their hisses and chirps, however for the most part it was quiet. 

Of course this was due to the fact that The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell was in his Unholy Sanctuary. After all he had much work to accomplish here in one of the many inconspicuous and barren barn-houses that were the sole structures, if the fledgling convoy of the school bus and pick-up truck did not count, that remained in these withered rice fields. Perhaps when the time was right, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell would check his Private Investigator Office, or as some would call it a 'dorm room', to see if any students had left any notes pleading for the services of the Damned Detective. But his freelance work would have to come second to his primary work. And boy did The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell had much to do in his Demonic Diocese.

Currently the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell was inside one of those barn buildings on his territory. The structure was empty and only had The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell, the Pick-Up Truck which contained the scavenged pieces of the robotic officer and the Mechanic. What remained somewhat possibly fixable for the Duel Rider was located in another building in the Unholy Sanctuary. Fyodor stood next to the Pick-up that formerly belonged to the Mechanic, who was still tied up to the ladder and still would remain in that hostage situation until his morale improved and swore his eternal loyalty to both Konstantinovich and the Dark Prince. 

And the mechanic had to [i]mean it.[/i] 

With a slow and steady swagger The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell stepped closer towards the mechanic. Curling his left hand into a fist Fyodor brought it up and rested it against his helmet. [color=f7941d][i]"Mechanic."[/i][/color] The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell stated in address, [color=f7941d][i]"I will free you from the shackles of the divine. Yet you do you not make way for the Shepard of Fire. You will be most useful once you learn the ways."[/i][/color]

He shook his head as he moved his left hand over his heart. Banging at his chest, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell became more bombastic in his motions as he returned to speaking and began sermonizing. [color=f7941d][i]"Look at what has happened to you when you gave your loyalty to the Angels! HAS EVEN A SINGLE ONE NOTICED THAT YOU HAVE GONE MISSING!?"[/i][/color] Fyodor mockingly performed large gestures of moving his head around as he extended out his arms far and wide. [color=f7941d][i]"Not a soul! Not even a peep. Face the fact that you were [b]nothing[/b] before my neophyte captured you and brought you to me. It was part of His Infernal Will you know. He wanted to bring you to me; and so he made it so you did not fall out of that Pick-Up Truck when it went out of control. And do you know why he brought you to me?"[/i][/color]

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell walked directly next to the Mechanic and began to slowly stroke at his right cheek. [color=f7941d][i]"He [b]knows[/b] you're special. I know you are special as well. Your skills, they were being wasted slaving away at this Academy. You were tasked with things that were too easy for your skillset, trust me I know. I have seen the contents of your toolbox and yes, while they are rather crude and on the whole unimpressive, I see the untapped nature yearning in your soul. But I can't do anything with you yet."[/i][/color]

Fyodor shook his head as he gently patted the Mechanic's shoulder, [color=f7941d][i]"And that is because you refuse to open your soul to me and the Lord of the Flies. We simply want what is best for you; what you were meant to be. And I will cleanse the filth the Angels left upon your soul as I baptize in the flames of Hell. You just need to accept your destiny and stop struggling against it. I shall free you."[/i][/color]

With that The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell walked away from the Mechanic and made his way to the pick-up truck. The bed of the truck was opened fully and had the scavenged parts of the officer in place there. Fyodor picked out a tool as he stared down at the wrecked scrap and began to work. [color=f7941d][i]"You shall be the first of many. A cyborg, well okay I know you are a robot but cyborg sounds cooler, who shall roam the world under my complete obedience. You will walk the path of Hell and help bring forth the Empire of Hell on Earth. [b]BWAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA![/b]"[/i][/color] cackled out Konstantinovich as he took the tools and began to work on reconstructing the robot into the state he needed it.

But alas his work was interrupted as his duel disk activated and brought forth the lecture from President Mokuba. Underneath the helmet of The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell there was surely an expression to be had. But this was just between him and the Devil.

[color=f7941d][i]"So..."[/i][/color] Fyodor mused as he placed down the tool and walked a bit away from the Pick-up. [color=f7941d][i]"Visitors."[/i][/color]

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell threw his arms up to the sky as his body began twitching. [color=f7941d][i]"My message will spread even further and faster! Satan has bestowed me another [b]unique opportunity.[/b]"[/i][/color] he spoke, each word dripping with glee as he began rubbing his arms over his torso. After a long period of that particular gesture he raised his right fist into the air. [color=f7941d][i][b]"HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN!"[/b][/i][/color]