On the note Fenric left for Mikaela, there was only a single line:
The car is yours too. Goodbye, until we meet again.
The dungeon time limit for Transformers was far too short—only five days. Otherwise, Fenric wouldn't have minded lingering with Mikaela for a few more.
As for the car? It didn't matter. With a black card holding a hundred-million-dollar limit, what was one Ferrari?
After dressing neatly, Fenric left the hotel.
The Hoover Dam wasn't far—just a short walk.
He knew the plot well. The Fire Source was hidden deep within the dam. According to the original story, after recovering it, the US had established a secret department to research it—"Sector 7." Their headquarters? Right inside the Hoover Dam.
Ten minutes later, Fenric arrived.
At the entrance, two guards stood watch.
They never even had the chance to react. With a flicker of Fenric's mental power, both collapsed silently.
He picked up one of their access cards—ID 6117—slipped on a disguise mask, and reshaped himself into a security officer. With casual confidence, he walked inside.
By day, infiltration would have been troublesome. Too many staff, too many chances of running into acquaintances. But at this hour, most were already asleep—only a few night-shift workers remained.
Once deeper inside, Fenric changed forms again, this time appearing as a white-coated technician. The lower-level security card wasn't enough to reach restricted zones, but that was no obstacle.
After snatching a lone researcher and extracting the necessary details, Fenric knocked him out and tucked him out of sight.
The Impersonation Mask made deception effortless.
Soon, he reached a laboratory—and there it was.
The Fire Source.
Just as in the movie, the US had been experimenting on it, desperate to unlock its energy. A single touch of this relic could transform electronics into living machines. Naturally, they wanted to weaponize it.
Fenric's eyes gleamed.
Knocking out every technician in the lab, he secured the Fire Source in a container and carried it away.
(Author's Note: Unlike the original film where the artifact was massive, here its size is slightly reduced to fit the plot needs.)
But strangely, no system notification followed.
Clearly, the Fire Source wasn't recognized as a "special item."
Unfazed, Fenric continued. Anyone who tried to stop him was promptly knocked unconscious.
Before long, alarms blared across the dam. Sirens wailed, and soldiers scrambled.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"The intruder's on the third floor—stop him!"
But stop him? Impossible.
Unless they deployed nuclear weapons, nothing in the USA could restrain Fenric. Even if Autobots and Decepticons joined forces, they still wouldn't stand a chance against him now.
Moments later, Fenric burst through the surface exit.
Inside the dam, Sector 7 was left in shambles, its forces in chaos.
Fenric donned the Mark VII battle armor, secured the container holding the Fire Source, and soared into the night sky.
He did consider experimenting—what if the source's energy could merge with his Mark VII armor? What kind of transformation would that yield?
But for now, it remained only a thought. The armor was too valuable to risk recklessly.
An hour later, Fenric landed in a secluded area. Retracting the armor into his personal warehouse, he placed the container before him.
Opening it, he drew a laptop close to the source.
"Zzzzt! Zzzt!"
The artifact crackled, sending out arcs of electricity.
In the next instant—
"Ka-cha! Ka-cha!"
The laptop twisted and unfolded with mechanical screeches. Within seconds, it had transformed into a small robot less than a meter tall, its eyes glowing red, a hostile aura radiating from its frame.
"@#¥%..." it chirped in strange electronic tones, before its arms reconfigured into twin cannons aimed at Fenric.
"Puff!"
The mini-bot fired an energy shot. Small, weak—barely the sound of flatulence.
Fenric casually flicked the projectile aside.
The little robot froze, realizing this "human" could deflect its blast with a mere gesture. Wariness flared in its crimson optics.
Fenric, however, only tilted his head in mild amusement. The thing was almost… cute.
Almost.
One slap later, the robot was scrap.
[You have killed a mechanical lifeform. Current mission progress: 1/1.]
Task complete.
Of course, if he returned now, the evaluation would be laughably low—an "E" at best.
But Fenric wasn't here for mediocrity. The real prize was in his hands. With the Fire Source secured, the true mission was just beginning.
Pocketing the artifact once more, Fenric strolled toward the city.
—--
Two hours later.
Seven Samsara players finally arrived at the Hoover Dam.
"According to the coordinates on the glasses, this is the place," their leader muttered.
"Brother Turk… are you sure? Look at all that security! The place is swarming with soldiers."
"Yeah! And it's the middle of the night. Why are there so many helicopters patrolling overhead? Isn't this too much?"
"I don't know… it feels like they're searching for something."
"Brother Turk, what should we do? With this kind of defense, we'll never get in!"