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Paradigm Shift - Act 1: Paradise City

Part 5

Screeching his car to a stop, Roger dashed out, took a second to lock the door, and found the fire escape of the nearest building. He had switched streets, and he knew the giant hand was opposite the building he was climbing. His next action would’ve seemed odd to anyone else; he talked into his wristwatch as he dashed for the little building’s roof. "Norman?"

"About thirty seconds until arrival, Sir," his butler answered, deadpan as always. Roger liked that, it meant paying attention to Norman required less effort, effort better suited to the task at hand.

This task took a turn for the bizarre when he found that someone else was already standing on the rooftop; someone whose bandaged face and rags-for-clothes made his identity obvious. Roger was, to say the least, surprised. "Schwarzwald?"

"Ah, Mr. Smith," the crazy old man answered, not really paying attention. He was looking over the edge of the roof, the edge Roger had just parked in font of. "Hello."

Putting two and two together, Roger approached him. "You’re behind this."

"Oh, I’m behind a lot of things," Michael Seebach answered, casually dismissing Roger and moving from his spot, peering down in the space between this building and the one next to it. "Won’t it be fun to see just what the ‘this’ is you’re referring too actually, well...is?"

Roger made no move to restrain him, there was something odd about the oddball’s demeanor and he decided to learn more. After all, the last time he had seen the guy, Roger had nearly been thrashed and beaten by Big Duo. "Not really. I’d just as soon you didn’t do ‘it.’ What is it this time, ‘Big Three?’"

"As if you know what ‘it’ is," Schwarzwald answered, ignoring the comment, much to Roger’s chagrin. He was right, after all. This time, he moved to look out onto the street where the massive hand was leaving destruction in its wake as it crept through the city. The military police were literally being crushed if they didn’t move fast enough between taking shots at it.

"So why don’t you enlighten me," Roger half-chuckled. But he received no answer. Schwarzwald was staring at something down below, something that had caught his attention. "Seebach?"

Again, Roger was ignored. He walked over to the same edge, careful to stay quite distant from Schwarzwald as he tried to follow his gaze. He ended up looking at a young man watching the robot hand, almost entranced by it. Roger froze; the guy had the face of the sketch Major Dastun had given him.

"Kikaider," Seebach drawled, his reaction entirely more enthusiastic. "Ahhhh, Kikaider..."

"What?" Roger turned, but Schwarzwald was already leaving, running and leaping to the roof of the next building, headed for the robot arm.

Roger decided not to follow. There was a better way. He raised his arm, and spoke into his wristwatch once more. Certainly, thirty seconds had passed. "Big O! It’s showtime!"

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