After the attack on the Royal Army Base, Chad and Beat spent the night searching for the Super Weapon, but to no avail. After a few hours of rest, they head for the coast and upon reaching the harbor they find a sleek vehicle, looking like a mix between a sports car and a jet airplane. “Wow! This is so cool!” Beat hops around excitedly. “Glad you like it”, Chad smirks proudly. “This is the Pegasus Mk. IV. It's a European model I had custom made. She can travel on all frontiers: land, sea, air, and space. There’s accommodations for two passengers with climate control, and heated leather seats. She has the most up to date navigation and auto-pilot system. This baby has a top speed of mach 3, and she’s very nimble. She’s powered by a uranium engine and equipped with some laser cannons and magnetic shield just in case things get ugly. She’s one of a kind”.

Beat is awestruck by the Pegasus Mk. IV, looking at it from every angle and admiring every detail. “Where can I get one of these?”, he asks. “Sorry kid, there’s no civilian models for you out there”, Chad chuckles. “Hey! I’m not a kid!” Beat snaps. “I may be small too you, but I am a fully grown Aries. Calling an Aries a kid is like calling a human a baby”. “Oh, sorry” Chad replies, “I didn’t mean that… How old are you anyway?” Beat replies, “I am 20, you?”. “Old enough,” Chad answers back before opening the cockpit of the Pegasus. “We don’t have a lot of time, get in.” Beat reluctantly agrees and hops on the passenger seat, before Chad jumps in the pilot seat.

The Pegasus’ engine ignites as the cockpit lights up, lifting off from the ground. “Where are we going again?” Beat asks. “The Captain called me to meet him in Ireland. He probably has a clue as to what's going on”, Chad replies. The Pegasus sets its course before taking off into the air. Beat grips onto his seat as the Pegasus soars through the sky at an incredible speed. “How’re you doing back there?” Chad asks, turning his head to Beat. “You’re going too fast!” Beat cries. Chad laughs, “I can go even faster”. Chad activates the throttles and blasts through the sound barrier. Beat feels his chest being crushed by the g-force, his head pressed back against his seat, everything flashing before his eyes. After what felt like seconds, or possibly even minutes, the Pegasus gradually reduces speed. Beat is finally able to breathe, “Are you insane! You almost killed me!”. Chad laughs again, “Oh c’mon Beat, when was the last time you broke the sound barrier? You gotta live a little”.

A little over an hour passes when they arrive in Galway, a small coastal town in Ireland. However, upon arriving Chad notices a ship similar to his Pegasus Mk. IV. It was the Japanese model, Dragon: Star Shooter, and standing next to it was a woman with the same red jacket that Chad wears. He rolls his eyes, “Great, she’s here”. “Who’s she?” Beat asks. “The biggest pain in the ass”, Chad replies. Upon landing they exit the Pegasus and meet with the woman. She wears a tight blue bodysuit underneath her Atlas jacket. Her black hair is parted to the side, framing her slender face. She has oriental features, with dark eyes, small nose, and full lips. She is a head shorter than Chad, but boasts an athletic physique. She walks towards them with swagger.

Beat excitedly hops ahead, “Hi, Pain In The Ass! I’m Beat, it’s nice to meet you!” She kicks him in the face, sending him rolling over back to Chad. “Call me that again and my foot will be a real pain in your ass!”, she shouts. “Jeez Kim, you didn’t need to kick him that hard. It was a misunderstanding,” Chad explains. “That’s not why I kicked him. I kicked him for what he tried to do in Boston”, she replies. “I guess I deserve that”, Beat says while rubbing his cheek. “Speaking of which,” she continues, “I heard you failed once again, and now I have to clean up your mess. That’s why the Captain brought me out here”. Chad lets out a chuckle, “Wow, you really can’t get over me, can you? Do you keep a scoreboard? Do you know where I shop for my underwear too?” Kim smirks, “Actually Atlas HQ keeps the scoreboard, and if you want to succeed the Captain, that scoreboard matters. You may be ahead of most of us right now, but I’m already catching up to you. And also, use a better insult next time. I don’t want the mental image of you cosplaying as Tarzan in my head.”

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“As much as I would love to trade insults with you, I have lives to save”, Chad answers back. “I suppose you know about the rendezvous?”, he asks. “Thought you’d never ask”, Kim replies. “It's at a mansion up on the hill. Follow me”. They walk closely behind each other through the streets of Galway. Unlike Boston, Galway avoided most of the wars, so the city is pretty well preserved. People walk about in the beautifully decorated streets, going in and out of stores, filled with cheer and holiday spirits. Beat can’t help but marvel at the sights. However, Chad soon reminds him that they don’t have the luxury of time by dragging him along by the arm. After making it through the town, they find the mansion. The gates are open and they make their way through the garden, before reaching the front door.

Captain Classic was waiting for them at the door. “You kept me waiting”, he says in a dry tone. “Apologies, Captain”, Chad and Kim answer simultaneously with a salute. Beat feeling left out, also salutes the Captain however poorly executed. “And who’s this?”, the Captain asks. “This is Beat,” Chad answers, “He was at the scene of the attack on Boston. He will be assisting me in finding the weapon”. Kim scoffs, “Captain, this criminal tried to steal the weapon in Boston. He only failed because someone else got to it first. I don’t think he can be trusted”. The Captain looks Beat in the eye for what felt like minutes. He lets out a sigh. “Normally I’d have you arrested and turned you in to the royal authorities," the Captain says, “But we need all the help we can get. The Atlas Creed forbids us from interfering with the law, but no crime was officially committed. If you help us find the weapon, we won’t turn you in. But you better prove your worth” Beat gulps, “Yes sir”.

“So why did you call us here?”, Chad asks. “I’ll explain everything inside,” the Captain rings the bell. A few moments later a woman answers the door. She has black hair with streaks of gray and a square-shaped face. Her dark round eyes were framed by her glasses. Her apron is stained with paint while her hands carry the scent of soap and water. Upon seeing the Captain she greets him with a big smile. “Adam!”, she hugs him tightly, “How long has it been?” The Captain pats her back with a faint smile, “Too long. It’s good to see you Gigi”. Gigi then turns to the other three standing behind the Captain, “And who are these?” “This is Chad, Kim, and Beat. They are keeping me company. Is Clay home?” Gigi nods, “Yes! Come on in. He must be somewhere around here”.

She leads them through the halls of her home, screaming out “Clay!” trying to find out where he is. “Oh where is he? Clay!!!”. The halls were decorated with pictures of their family and abstract paintings done by Gigi. The atmosphere was cozy and warm. The Captain clears his throat, “How are the kids doing?” he asks. “Oh they’re fine.” Gigi answers looking back at the Captain while pacing around the house, “They’ve all grown up now and doing their own thing. They hardly come by here anymore. Clay!!!” She turns into the office, finally locating her husband. On the walls were pictures of him in his younger days. The two most notable photos were of him bloodied and bruised, holding the Heavyweight Champion Boxing Belt, and another one posing next to a much younger Captain Classic. “Clay!!!” she screams, startling her husband who was taking a nap on his chair. “Dammit woman! I told you to stop shouting at me!” he snaps back at her. Clayton Townsend Blues is a hulking tower of a man with broad shoulders and muscular physique. He is wearing a regular business suit with a loose tie. Born and raised in Ireland he speaks with a heavy Irish accent. His flowing red hair is graying and receding. His beard is full and dark red. His nose is crooked and his belly is round. “Oh sorry honey! I couldn’t find you. You have a visitor”. The Captain walks into the room to see his old friend, followed by Chad, Kim, and Beat.

Clay stands from his chair, grabs his cane, and walks over to the Captain. He looks down to the Captain’s eye and speaks in a gruff tone, “It’s been 4 years! Where the hell have ya been, ya bastard?” The room was dead silent. Chad and Kim have never heard anyone speak to the Captain this way. Or at least came out alive after doing so.The Captain raises a brow, looks down to Clay’s belly and back to his eyes, “Not the pub, that’s for sure.” Clay’s cold stone stare melts away with a grin and a hearty laugh. The Captain couldn’t help but chuckle as the two friends embrace. “I’ll leave you guys to catch up.” Gigi smiles before going back to her work. After she leaves, Clay turns to his friend, “So, what brings ya here, old friend?” The Captain takes a deep breath, “Clay, you should take a seat. We need to talk”.