Operation Exodus (Murder Drones au and OC)

CHAPTER TWO THAD

- What has happened to you all these years? - Asked the happy Uzi.
Despite the plethora of questions falling towards the newcomer, he only calmly took off successive layers of clothes. But even if he wanted to, he couldn't answer, because in the place of the former mouth, which was an extension of the speaker hidden inside, there was only welded metal. Finally, after taking off everything that could only disturb him now, the drone took a notebook from his sweatshirt pocket, out of nowhere in his other hand a pen with the company logo came from.
- What are you doing? - Uzi, apparently surprised by the movement of her old friend, asked this question. Maybe she has already noticed that her friend has no other way to answer her, but somehow this message has not reached her yet.
After a while, Grot stopped writing and stepped forward to hand his she friend a notebook with a freshly written text.

- "Hello and sorry for my long absence" - She began to read the text from the notebook. - "Everything, both my absence and the reason for my return, I will explain to you in some more convenient place" - Say. Now write what happened to you, we all thought you had been dead for a long time, Uzi continued.

Grot, on the other hand, with a completely indifferent expression on his face, pointed in the notebook, a piece of text "I will explain in some more convenient place for this" and, without waiting for an from the apparently happy with the return of old friend Uzi, greatly surprised N or the most surprised Thad, snatched from the hands of Uzi notebook and headed deep into the community. He didn't even have to turn around because both N and Uzi immediately followed him, Thad did it a second later, only closing the community gate beforehand. They had been walking for a good while, quickly dividing into two groups Uzi with the Grotto and Thad with N.
- Who exactly is this Grot? - Leaning towards Thad, asked N. The fake whisper, despite the fact that Grot must have heard it, apparently did not make any impression on him.
- Such an old friend. Three years ago came to the surface with the entire squad to check the filters. When they didn't come back for a few hours, we sent a second team...
- And what happened?

- In the area of the filter we found only traces of chaotic escape in the snow, and here and there you could see oil stains. From what I remember, we established then that some Murder Drone decided to play sniper and instead of throwing claws at them, decided to exterminate them from a distance. And now suddenly he's back here. - There was contempt hidden in those words.

- I can't wait for his story. - He added, apparently unaware of his companion's attitude towards the newcomer N. Thad just let his breath go and walked on, not wanting to talk to this child in the body of the shredding machine, much less to listen to, or rather to read, Grot's stories, which he will certainly not be stingy with. It was that mouth that he would have to ask about, because it might not be the strangest thing about his return, but it was by far the most conspicuous and alarming to Thad.

The cafeteria door swung open, silencing all the conversations going on there. But what were the conversations of eight teenagers and two elderly grandparents who, if they were to die, would only die in a state of alcoholic intoxication, never sober, but despite their condition, even they were surprised and the faces of everyone such an expression as if they had noticed the devil himself, not even paying attention to the Murder Drona standing one step behind the aforementioned devil. Grot, not caring at all about the surprise he caused, marched towards the counter, signaling the rest to take their seats at the empty tables, while heading towards the best-lit counter, he stamped menacingly to everyone around, it had the intended effect because no whispers so normal at the moment there was no. But was it the result of this march or the incredible surprise that left everyone speechless? It is not known, only the effect was important. Unfortunately for Grot, one of the young but already slightly drunk Krak drones, known for his highly unstable temper, stood up to him and said.

- You Grot. You've been dead for years and I have a question for you since you came back here, is there something on the other side or is it just empty? - Grot apparently did not want to have a theological and philosophical conversation with his old colleagues, so he just rolled his eyes and pushed his friend's hand aside, then jumped over the empty counter, to get up a moment later and disappear into the kitchen.

When the sounds of pots and other objects thrown in all directions came from the kitchen, the rest took their places, and the entire team from the Gate took the table closest to the counter, where one of the drones was already sitting.

- Thad, did you put something in this drink because I must be hallucinating? Henrich asked from the drone beside him.
"Don't even believe I want it to be," Thad replied
- And yet it's true, tell me where you brought such goods, I'll pay everything I have.
- Idiot. I wouldn't even have to add anything to you to see a ghost, you're already drunk. Thad said, visibly irritated.
- So he survived. Hallelujah, but Robo-god exists! - He burst out at full volume Henrich.

However, no one answered him and when Henrich was looking for his interlocutor with his eyes, he had long since sat down in another part of the room so far away that he could not see him with his barely conscious eyes, but at the same time Thad saw the show that was about to take place here. He didn't have to wait too long for it because after less than a minute of staring at either the Uzi or the kitchen door, a familiar but changed face appeared in the latter, followed by a white board which Khan used during numerous appeals to write something on it visualize. Of course, it had been unused for a long time because there was no occasion for it, and no one wanted to hear about recent events. Grot placed the blackboard in front of the counter and again out of nowhere in his hand appeared not a pen but this time a red felt-tip pen. Before the newcomer started to write something, he turned around and pointed his finger at Thad, who was disappearing in the semi-darkness, signaling him to come closer. The sight made the bullet in his throat stop, and his heart pacemaker nearly doubled his beats per second. But he had no choice but to go there, to the Grotto, to that living corpse that would be dead forever, he knew that best of all, he couldn't survive this encounter, he just couldn't... t, and yet he stood there. here in front of him, staring at him with his bulging eyes, deep within which, without knowing how, Thad saw a deep-seated madness.

From the author
This chapter is quite short and you've had to wait a long time for it, but I promise the story will be developed further.