Murder Drones: Unintentional team up?

Home sweet Hell

Uzi, after walking for a while, finally got back to where her group's base was. It was a building, of coarse, that was locked from the inside since putting tons of locks on the outside would've been a beacon to Murder Drones. However, even though Uzi was 'home', she clearly didn't feel safe. I mean, she DID have a Murder Drone in her head and she WAS turning into on herself slowly. Yeah, not a good day for her.

(Hey why'd you grab that big coat again? It clearly doesn't fit you, but I'm not one to judge.) N said.

"Well A you're talking without permission again and B I don't want people knowing about my 'situation' yet. ESPECIALLY my dad." Uzi whispered to N as she began to knock on the entrance.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *BANG* *KICK SXF* *KNOCK* *SOMETHING*

Sure enough after a few seconds the gate was slowly opened and another droid was on the other side. This droid's name was Bolt, the main engineer of the group and also handled repairs. His main color was brown and he wore a big trench coat that looked like it was skinned off a bear or something.

"Oh hey Uzi, about time you got back, your dad was getting antsy." Bolt said with a chuckle. "Anyways did you get the energy charges I asked for?" Uzi only nodded in response and half-heartedly tossed the bag over to Bolt, who caught them in surprise.

"Thanks Uzi, this is why you're our scavenger!" Bolt said before walking off to his set destination. 

Uzi sighed and walked in before locking the gate behind her. It was always important to lock them, even it it had a slim chance of actually working against the beasts it keeps out. She turned and began to walk through the building, ascending the stairs up to the living quarters.

The building was divided into different layers, with a max of 10. 1: Entrance, standard really. 2: Repair room, where droids get repaired, no brainer. 3: Planning room, usually where the leaders discuss their 'plans'. 4&5: Living quarters, where everyone sleeps.

The remaining 5 other floors were just used as extra rooms, you could usually find other droids or spare parts or even weapons up there. The roof was also there, used to watch for Murder Drones or other droids.

Uzi barely had time to look at the disgusting living quarters before getting a smack to the head by a familiar face. "Uzi. Where. Have. You. Been." Her 'father' spoke angerly, red eyes narrowing into her purple ones. (Well, one purple one yellow, but she's hiding that fact.)