D20: 5
The shots bounced off Syndrome's Zero Point Energy Field.
"You think that's going to really stop me?" He taunted. "Where's Mr. Incredible and his wife?" Syndrome chuckled. "Oh right, they ended up in the trap on the other side of the mine."
"You trapped them?" Dipper demanded. Syndrome rolled his eyes.
"Of course I trapped them! I want them, not you Johnnies come Lately! But if you're determined to interfere in my affairs, I suppose I'll just have to take care of you." He flew off into the air, using his rocket boots. "Now, I'll leave you in the capable hands of my administrator."
A nasty looking woman appeared on a viewscreen. "Mercenaries! Destroy them in 60 seconds or else!"
"Heavy is not interested in this," Heavy stated. "These men and dog girl are good."
"Your pay will be doubled," the admin stated. The Scout grinned.
"Oh boy! That sounds great! And I... Uh..." At the glares of his fellow mercs, he shrugged. "I... Absolutely won't do that! Even for all that money!"
The Administrator sniffed. "Fine. Robots are cheaper anyway."
Syndrome flew upwards into a hole in the ceiling... And through it dropped robots. Dozens of them, made to resemble the Mercs.