06-22-2017, 02:05 PM
“Ah, so you’re the guy with the car outside?” Isaac said.
“Yep! Jacked it on the way in and cruised it along through until I got here. With it, we can probably reach it in no time flat.” Mad Bull walked past the space engineer, his shoulder slamming against Clarke’s for a brief moment.
Isaac frowned. “Sounds like a plan.”
Truth be told, he was bit astonished that he hadn’t thought of that himself. It wouldn’t have taken that long, either. It would have likely been as simple as rerouting wires and he would have had a running vehicle to use. The only problem then would be siphoning fuel from other cars and gas stations. Regardless, having someone who had a working car was better than trying to traverse the city on foot.
He followed Mad Bull outside, making sure to keep at least a few feet behind him. If the man intended on making him roadkill or otherwise trying to screw him over, then he needed to be ready. The last thing he could afford was another “ally” showing their true colors.
The action hero cop set the gas can down next to his Buick, though not before giving the broken spider droid next to the car a swift kick. The blow was enough to dent a good chunk of the side of the robot.
As the cop went back to the Buick to fill up the car, Isaac spoke up.
“Wow, what did that thing do to you?” he said.
“Tried to blow me off the road, that’s what!” The cop replied. “Luckily, it’s gonna take more than some sort of rusted traffic bot to take me down!”
Yeah, yeah, keep up the bravado, McClane…
He looked over towards the destroyed robot. The spherical dome that served as its head had been separated from the rest of the metallic chassis, with a bent antennae and cracked, red eyes on its front. Despite the dismemberment, however, the actual head itself was intact.
I wonder…
“Hey, kid, what you doing?” The cop said, glancing towards Isaac as he walked towards the bot’s head.
Isaac didn’t respond. He knelt over the head and picked it up. He twisted it around, searching for a panel he could remove.
“You know, if you’re lookin’ for confirmation that it’s fuckin’ dead, look no further than two feet in front of you.” Mad Bull said, pointing towards the rest of the body.
“Not what I’m looking for…” Clarke whispered to nobody in particular. After a bit of twisting and turning, he found a slight groove along the back of the droid’s head with a panel. Smiling, he gripped the panel and pulled it right out. He dropped it onto the ground with a metallic clunk before sticking his hand inside.
The cop walked towards him, his nostrils flared and his brow creased with anger. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m trying to find something! Just give me a few seconds!” Isaac replied, grunting as a spark of electricity singed his hand.
His hand slithered around the insides of the robot’s head, sneaking through wires, plugs, processors, and circuits. Eventually, he gripped something rectangular in shape. He jerked it out, one last jolt of electric bolts arcing out of the head as he dropped it to the floor, his attention only on the square object he had pulled out.
“What is that?” Mad Bull asked.
“The droid’s brain.”
The brain glowed a deep azure color. Several red, yellow, and white wires poked out from sockets all over the box, most of them having been severed entirely at half length. The luminescence dissipated every few seconds like a heartbeat. It was cold to the touch, as if a layer of ice coated the surface of the brain.
“...Okay, you pulled out its brain. Why?”
The engineer’s shoulders slumped. He slid it inside his knapsack. He said nothing.
“Hmph…” Mad Bull turned around and walked back towards the Buick. Isaac followed, silent. The cop slid into the driver’s side while Clarke took the passenger. With a quick restart, the car roared with life, the engine rumbling, the headlights igniting a beam of light in front of them. Within a few seconds, their vehicle sped away from the entrance and onto the streets of the city once more.
It wasn’t until they had been on the road for what seemed like hours in awkward silence did Clarke speak up.
“To answer your question,” he said, pausing to let the sentence settle, “I… I want to find out what happened here.”
“Yep! Jacked it on the way in and cruised it along through until I got here. With it, we can probably reach it in no time flat.” Mad Bull walked past the space engineer, his shoulder slamming against Clarke’s for a brief moment.
Isaac frowned. “Sounds like a plan.”
Truth be told, he was bit astonished that he hadn’t thought of that himself. It wouldn’t have taken that long, either. It would have likely been as simple as rerouting wires and he would have had a running vehicle to use. The only problem then would be siphoning fuel from other cars and gas stations. Regardless, having someone who had a working car was better than trying to traverse the city on foot.
He followed Mad Bull outside, making sure to keep at least a few feet behind him. If the man intended on making him roadkill or otherwise trying to screw him over, then he needed to be ready. The last thing he could afford was another “ally” showing their true colors.
The action hero cop set the gas can down next to his Buick, though not before giving the broken spider droid next to the car a swift kick. The blow was enough to dent a good chunk of the side of the robot.
As the cop went back to the Buick to fill up the car, Isaac spoke up.
“Wow, what did that thing do to you?” he said.
“Tried to blow me off the road, that’s what!” The cop replied. “Luckily, it’s gonna take more than some sort of rusted traffic bot to take me down!”
Yeah, yeah, keep up the bravado, McClane…
He looked over towards the destroyed robot. The spherical dome that served as its head had been separated from the rest of the metallic chassis, with a bent antennae and cracked, red eyes on its front. Despite the dismemberment, however, the actual head itself was intact.
I wonder…
“Hey, kid, what you doing?” The cop said, glancing towards Isaac as he walked towards the bot’s head.
Isaac didn’t respond. He knelt over the head and picked it up. He twisted it around, searching for a panel he could remove.
“You know, if you’re lookin’ for confirmation that it’s fuckin’ dead, look no further than two feet in front of you.” Mad Bull said, pointing towards the rest of the body.
“Not what I’m looking for…” Clarke whispered to nobody in particular. After a bit of twisting and turning, he found a slight groove along the back of the droid’s head with a panel. Smiling, he gripped the panel and pulled it right out. He dropped it onto the ground with a metallic clunk before sticking his hand inside.
The cop walked towards him, his nostrils flared and his brow creased with anger. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“I’m trying to find something! Just give me a few seconds!” Isaac replied, grunting as a spark of electricity singed his hand.
His hand slithered around the insides of the robot’s head, sneaking through wires, plugs, processors, and circuits. Eventually, he gripped something rectangular in shape. He jerked it out, one last jolt of electric bolts arcing out of the head as he dropped it to the floor, his attention only on the square object he had pulled out.
“What is that?” Mad Bull asked.
“The droid’s brain.”
The brain glowed a deep azure color. Several red, yellow, and white wires poked out from sockets all over the box, most of them having been severed entirely at half length. The luminescence dissipated every few seconds like a heartbeat. It was cold to the touch, as if a layer of ice coated the surface of the brain.
“...Okay, you pulled out its brain. Why?”
The engineer’s shoulders slumped. He slid it inside his knapsack. He said nothing.
“Hmph…” Mad Bull turned around and walked back towards the Buick. Isaac followed, silent. The cop slid into the driver’s side while Clarke took the passenger. With a quick restart, the car roared with life, the engine rumbling, the headlights igniting a beam of light in front of them. Within a few seconds, their vehicle sped away from the entrance and onto the streets of the city once more.
It wasn’t until they had been on the road for what seemed like hours in awkward silence did Clarke speak up.
“To answer your question,” he said, pausing to let the sentence settle, “I… I want to find out what happened here.”
Quote:Team Space Bull (Isaac + mad Bull) --- Moving from C21 to C16 to await the item drop.
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