"It matters not. I am dead already." The coyote stood to it's full height. "Farewell Anya. I hope you can weather the coming storm." The robot fired it's jet and disappeared into the shadows of the undercity.

Anya looked into the direction that the robot had gone, "This doesn't make sense. It's acting like he's a sentinant being... but he's still a robot." Her blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully, trying to figure it all out, "Wouldn't a robot do what it was programmed to do rather than worry about it's 'survival'?" She asked, even though she wasn't sure if anyone would be able to answer her question. She wanted to know as much as she could about her enemy, especially if you were trying for less up-front murder attempts.

"That's wierd. What the hell they got working on at McP? Artificial Intellegence?"

He showed up after the robot had flown off breathing heavily. "Alright where is it?" He looked around his anger still seething in him just looking for a way out.

"Cool down Req. He's gone. Not really for or against us apparently. Just there. but in a weird kinda sentient way."

Leo was trying to clean up his shop.

"I just can't take much more of this." Leo complained.

"Here let me help you with that."

"You!" Leo gasped.

Back at the top. "Um, there's one thing guys... I managed to arange the destruction of one of the robots, but its going to cost us all some cred, I don't have enough to pay it all. I haven't talked to the Don about the cost, I suppose it'll depend on what he can gleam off of the wrecks of the bots, but I wouldn't be supprised if its around ten grand for their services..."

New chapter.