"Uggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Meesha groaned as sweat dripped down the side of his forehead. He had been waiting in the middle of the Vorakian Desert for almost an hour. He checked his watch for the 12th time and chugged the remaining water from a canteen. It was March 31st, high noon, and a shipment of stolen Machina steel was being transported in a truck to a buyer about 30 miles from Meesha's position by a local gang who called themselves Black Widow. Meesha's plan was to steal the shipment and sell it to the buyer cheap. The goal wasn't to make money, that was just a bonus, the goal is to possibly make a client out of the buyer. 

"What's the plan, Master?" asked Ten. Ten is a 3 foot tall Machina robot created by Meesha when he was only 16. "Wellll, i'll start by asking politely, but that hasn't worked so well in the past, so there's definitely a 99% chance of violence." Meesha said sarcastically. "They'll be lightly guarded as to not draw attention to themselves. I hope. If not i'll just wing it i guess." Meesha looked to Ten, and smiled really big, in a way that said "Don't worry Ten, i'll be fine."

Ten sighed, worried. "This is a big shipment, the Black Widow will definitely want payback if you rip off their shipment AND buyer. What if they put a bounty on your head? We'll have to move again!" Meesha stopped smiling at Ten, and his face became completely serious, he looked ahead towards the road, with purpose. "We're not running anymore." 

Down the road, a large white truck was driving at about 60 MPH, with two Black Widow thugs in the front seat, being escorted by two Black Widow enforcers on Bikes. Meesha smiled, excited. "The parties here Ten!" He said, and ran into the middle of the street. Ten ran and hid behind a rock, observing from afar. The bikers came to a halt along with the truck, as they pulled up to Meesha, standing in the middle of the road, dancing aimlessly. The bikers looked at each other, confused, and one shouted "Hey! Kid! Get out the way!" but Meesha continued to dance aimlessly as if he couldn't hear them. The biker repeated himself, louder, "Get, out, the, way!!!" Meesha continued dancing. The biker put up the kickstand and pulled a metal baseball bat out of a bag, and began walking towards Meesha, he gained momentum, preparing to swing, and shouted "You asked for it!" The biker swinged the bat hard, but Meesha merely ducked, moving out the way, all while dancing and humming to himself a song. The biker swang again and Meesha ducked between his legs, now dancing behind him. The driver of the truck stuck his head out the window, "Hey! What's the hold up? Get him the fuck out the way!" 

The biker turned around, furious, and swang as hard as he could, shouting. Meesha dodged the swing and counterattacked with a kick to the chin, causing the biker to reel backwards, letting go of the bat. Meesha grabbed the bat in the air, dashed toward the biker and hit him in the head as if he was hitting a baseball, knocking the guard unconscious. "What the hell!" the other biker shouted, and reached for his gun, Ten shouted "Meesha!" as the biker aimed at Meesha. Meesha dropped the bat, turned around, knelt on one knee and placed both his hands on the road. The biker pulled the trigger, but just as the pistol fired, the ground beneath the biker rose from underneath him, launching him into the air along with the bike. He landed 20 yards off-road into the desert, knocking him unconscious. "Fuck!" the driver shouted. "That kid has Talents! blast him!" The passenger shouted, they both exited the vehicle holding assault rifles. Meesha, still kneeling on the ground, reach next to him and grabbed a rope that had been laying there, pulling it, causing a homemade smoke bomb to launch towards the truck, a trap Meesha set up beforehand. The bomb smacked the engine and exploded, causing smoke to immediately fill the area. Meesha reached behind him and pulled out two Machina daggers, and sprinted towards the driver, who was stunned from the smoke. Meesha cut the drivers hand making him drop the rifle, and began slicing all over the drivers body, leaving cuts all over his body. The attack wasn't fatal but hurt like hell, Meesha then kicked the driver in the stomach, grabbed his head and slammed it into the truck, knocking him unconscious. 

The smoke cleared revealing the passenger, coughing and looking around for Meesha. He cautiously moved around to the drivers side, assault rifle in hand, only to see the unconscious body of the driver. Confused, he looked around, only to receive a kick to the back of the head, causing him to slowly fall to the side unconscious. 

Meesha walked to the middle of the road, observing the several unconscious men, and smiled big, proud of his work. Ten ran up, cheerful yet scared at the same time. "Master, that was very impressive and all, but you do realize we're dead men don't you?" Meesha put both hands on his hips and bent over to meet Ten ate eye level, with a devilish grin, Meesha sarcastically said "Who on earth told you that you were a boy? Now get in the truck princess!" Meesha ran over to the truck laughing and jumped inside, Ten opened the passenger door and climbed in. Meesha started the engine, turned on the radio, checked his rear view mirror, and hit the gas. They were off to meet the buyer.