Peter and John stood amidst the wreckage of the facility, their mechs hissing and sparking. The aftermath of the battle left the air thick with smoke and the ground littered with debris. Lucas, along with his friends Sam and Steven, began to regroup, their expressions weary but determined.
Zane's voice crackled through the communicator, filled with urgency and frustration. "Peter, John, it's time to capture Lucas and his friends. We can't let them leave!"
Peter hesitated, looking at Lucas. "Zane, I can't do that."
"What do you mean you can't do that?" Zane's voice was incredulous. "He's our enemy! Capture him now!"
Peter shook his head, his voice steady. "Lucas saved our lives, Zane. If he was truly our enemy, why would he risk everything to help us? He fought Lava when he didn't have to."
"You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment, Peter," Zane snapped. "We can't afford to take chances. Capture them!"
