The mansion's main front gates are opening. Made of steel and stone. The gates open as Jack, Zick and Sam fly through it with one of the wooden and golden horse carriages that was in the mansion's garden.
On the horse carriage, Sam steers with the right hand while he holds his cane with his left hand while the other the normal robotic horse while the two brothers sit in the back, Zick helping Jack, trying and taking care of him to not pass out.
"Let's go!" They all shout with smiles on their faces.
Going out the gate, they ride on the carriage, talking loudly to each other without noticing the city as a post war zone because of the civil war.
"You know... I kinda fought a horse a few days ago on a flying carriage. Ain't that darn wacky?" Jack says in a drunken and tired like tone.
"I know Jack. I was fuckin' there."
"Well what about you then Sam? Any darn thoughts on that?"
"Eh. Could be bloody worse."
"True true. But hey at least get some darn adrenaline pumping through the system am I right?"
"We are literally escaping the fuckin' bosses Jack."
"Eh. Could be darn worse?"
"No you're not getting bloody away with saying that Jack."
"Darn it..."
Riding through the town to the south, noticing some of the ruins and fires of the wooden and metal buildings of the city, they try to avoid the wreckage of some rocks or other parts of buildings on the wide square patterned stone roads.
"So... this is what has happened to the town? Kinda bloody stupid what the bosses are doing. Causing a civil war over just one robot. Bloody dumb ain't it?"
"Yeah... I guess, darn it..." Jack says quietly, before falling face flat in the horse carriage.
"JACK!" his stressed brother screams.
"There's no bloody point now sadly. We'll take care of him when we find a good place to rest."
Sam and Zick sigh, still stressed of the situation.
"Fuckin' damn it..."
"Bloody hell..."
A bump hits the carriage. Looking behind them, the two conscious gentlemen see a hoard of the townsfolk running at them, shouting about catching the three gentlemen.
"Oh shit oh shit oh fuck oh fuck!" Zick grabs his head in stress, sitting, not knowing what to do.
"Relax! We found a way to escape the bloody mansion, this won't be as tricky."
"How could you fuckin' know?!"
"I know my way around town. I know a bloody place where we can hide."
Riding the carriage, they take a sharp turn left through the blocks. Seeing a dead end as a stone brick wall is in front of them.
"Sam?!"
"Yes?"
"THAT'S A FUCKIN' WALL!"
"I know! That's the bloody part of the plan!"
"Plan?! What fuckin' plan?!"
"Just hold tight onto your bloody hat and arse! Same about Jack! This will be a doozie!"
The horse carriage hits straight into the wall, killing the horse while flinging them up and forward like a catapult at high speed.
"Woooooow!" The two yell, flying off far, holding onto themselves and onto Jack as he somehow still has no conscious.
"What now?!"
"Just wait and bloody see damnit!"
After a few seconds of flying, they reach an empty street with a manhole in its corner.
"See there? We're going to the bloody manhole! For now we'll have to hide for a while!"
"Got it!"
The three land in the middle of the street, covering their face with their arms while they have hit the rocky ground.
"Come on!" Sam whispers while getting up, helping Zick get up as well, grabbing Jack and dragging him to the manhole.
Reaching the manhole, Sam uses his third back arm to open it, trying not to get too dirty.
"Okay... now or bloody never. Delve in!"
All three of them jump in there. Closing the manhole shut behind them, losing any track that they ever had.
"We made it... phew. Bloody fantastic wasn't it Zick?"
"Yeah... we really got Mother on our side ha!"
The two breath heavily from tiredness and sit in the sewers, relaxing a bit.
"So Sam... what now?"
"Well... I'll fix Jack. Right now we need to get a bloody radio here and hope for the best I guess."
"Radio?"
"Yes. We need to know the news of the city of course."
"Oh! Don't worry! I always carry a DIY floating mobile radio that I've made."
"Really?! Bloody fantastic Zick!"
"Yeah I guess ha!" He pulls a small yellow wooden mobile radio out of his right pocket of his pants. "Here... put it somewhere I don't know, just don't fuckin' lose it."
"Yeah yeah of course I bloody won't. Now. Time to fix Jack..." Sam says while grabbing the radio and puts it next to him as it floats.
"How can you fix Jack? His arm is all the way back at the fuckin' mansion."
"Yeah... was bloody dumb of him to not bring it but I bet he probably had a reason... now..."
Sam grabs his third mechanical arm that's attached on his back and try's to rip and tear it out of its place.
"Sam? What do you fuckin' think you're doing?! You'll hurt yourself! You'll lose your weapon!"
"Huh..." Sam breaths heavy while continuing to tear it off, screeching in pain on his knees. "I bloody know Zick. But we can't let Jack die, can we? I have no other option. Robots don't just give out hands like that so this is the most optimized solution currently on the bloody target. AHHHH!"
All Zick could do was to watch Sam tear his third arm off of him painfully.
"Give..." he breaths heavier. "You're an engineer as well right?"
"Yes... why?"
"We engineers tend to put more than one thing in our pockets. Have anything on you?"
"Well... I don't. My spider arms are the tools I use, they can be screwdrivers, hammers and more."
"Stitch my back and Jack's arm then..." Sam says before falling face flat too, leaving Zick to do the work and heal both up.
"Oh fuckin' hell..."
Almost an hour has past, Zick stitched up Sam's back easily using a metal plate he found in the sewers.
"Phew... now's the fuckin' time for you Jack..."
Torment suddenly appears behind of Zick as the young brother begins to stitch Jack up.
"Hehehe... seems like Jack survived."
"What do you fuckin' want?" Zick says without even looking at Torment and focuses on his older brother and his new right arm.
"Oh quite rude aren't we?" Says Torment with a giggle, floating around Zick, looking at him as if the floating ghost is a child and the younger brother is the adult. "I'm impressed. You know how to make things right." He tilts his head from right to left while sitting like a child on his belly mid air.
"I'm trying to focus on fixing Jack. Really thanks for being here and causing all this fuckin' mess."
"Me?! I didn't do anything on purpose. You can't just blame me for existing."
"Hmph what-fuckin'-ever pal. Just let me fix him and leave me alone."
"But it's fun to spectate! I never knew you could see me too by the way. Haha! Wait so that means you're a pirate too?! Oh the fourth pirate!"
"I've got no time to think of that. All I want is to fix Jack now and we'll see about the rest."
"Hmph. Fine whatever you say. I'll just watch then."
Zick sighs, before continuing fixing Jack.
"What are you?"
"I honestly don't know." He says while doing a sinister smile.
"Fine. Keep your fuckin' secrets."
Almost two and a half hours have passed the clock, the hour is 10:23. Zick finished fixing both robots while doing a long heavy breath and begins to sit, turning on the radio, waking everyone up.
"Wah!" Jack immediately rise up, looking around him, confused. "Where... where in the darn name of Mother am I? What?! My hand! I... oh no... SAM!"
"Yeah yeah I know... I gave you mine. It only has three fingers and is quite bigger than the normal bloody arm of yours but still you'll get used to it."
"Darn it Sam... you didn't have to."
��I did. Don't question my decision any longer. You're bloody safe, that's all that matters."
"I guess... thank you. Thank you and you Zick and Sam. I hope we won't get the worse here."
"We all do... now. Let's listen to the fuckin' radio. We'll see the news now."
"It won't be darn good... would it?"
"Nope, bloody sorry to say so."
All three gentlemen begin to listen to the radio, as an important message comes through it.
"Good afternoon! A new broadcast has come in this afternoon! Quite pleasing isn't it! I guess the 16th is our lucky day isn't it? Haha! Ehem." His voice gets clearer and more serious to hearing. "A new report has come and we see that the three prisoners of the bosses have escaped! Leaving the bounty open once again!" He begins to say quietly in a rages tone. "...I knew we shouldn't have let that deformed bitch of a maid Lina take care of things and get the prize... ehem." Returning to his normal and loud voice, he continues his broadcast. "We shall find them and give them into the bosses, already we have reports of tens or probably even hundreds of people searching for them and got some reports that they've been seen near the main mansion's gates but now there's no trace of them! ...dammit... we won't let them run away this time. After reports of Jack killing one of us, a report by the bosses we could never let that slide away! Not in the close date to the anniversary we won't! Won't we?! Now's time to catch Jack. Time to catch the GearKiller."
"What will we fuckin' do now Jack? We can't live like this! Not in the sewers forever!"
"I believe we have hope." He looks at his new mechanical arm, moving it around and making a fist with it. "I don't believe, I know, I know that there is darn someone there that can and would help us."
"If he won't?" Sam asked.
"Then it'll be the darn end of us."
The three sat. Waited, hours, before something would have happened. The three gentlemen decided to take a rest. One that'll show the mark of their new life.
Jack, being the main reason the three are hunted, blaming himself in his sleep, blaming himself. As the GearKiller he is.