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The Slums of Rio were abuzz, even more than normal, with the news of the Brazilian Fighting Cup being reduced to cinders. Entire crowds formed in front of the small outdated televisions that broadcasted the smoking husk of the Fighting Cup. Except for the bastards who planted the bombs, hooting in their hideout. 

Amist all the confusion, SYM-04 crawled out of a sewer grate. After escaping the Fighting Cup, he hopped into the ocean, and snaked his way here. There were a lot of people, lots of ki. But SYM-04 knew Horizon was still around here. If he tried to take their ki, he knew they would find him. He couldn't take any ki just yet, didn't need it. He didn't hurt much now. When it got dark, then SYM-04 would find ki. There was plenty of it. Knowing that, SYM-04 buried himself in a pile of garbage, and fell asleep. 

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Ivory squatted in Horizon Frontier's garden, watering some flowers. The door on the wall behind her slid open, and a man wearing black sunglasses entered, with two guards on either side of him. 

"Ms. Ivory?" He said, clearing his throat

[color=RosyBrown]"Yes?"[/color] Ivory set the water pail down, standing up.

The man walked over and handed her a file folder. "Your first assignent. Japan has been suffering some issues with "Oni", and the weather. Your duty is to retrieve a specimen. Further details is located in this file."

The man walked out. Ivory went back to watering flowers.

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Rod walked into the middle of a dark room.

[color=SlateBlue]"Wow, that car's fast! It's ama--"[/color]

"Rodney. You know why you've been called here." The overspeaker buzzed.

Rod's cheeky grin turned to a serious frown. [color=SlateBlue]"I know. The SYM-04 model escaped. In my defense, it was hard to expect a terrorist attack at here of all places."[/color]

"You promised you'd be able to watch over that [i]thing[/i]." The overspeaker buzzed, slightly louder.

[color=SlateBlue]"Okay, okay. I know I promised a lot, but it's easy to get pretty confident when you have the, quote, The best technicians we, Horizon Frontiers, have scoured, unqoute, It's pretty easy to get a little inatent--"[/color]

[b][i]"Your job was to make sure that failures to protection contingencies wouldn't happen",[/i][/b] The overspeaker screeched slightly as it buzzed. Rod winced in pain.

[color=SlateBlue]"Look I'm sorry! I can take care of this, Just-- Give me one week, you know I can handle this! Geez... With our guys, finding a rogue Symbiote is bound to be like finding a lost puppy. I promise, I got this. Please."[/color]

The overspeaker hung with static. "Looking at your recent history, we will grant you three weeks. Or the terms of your employment shall be terminated." It clicked as it went offline, and a doorway opened, shining a blinding light into the dark, featureless room.