Murder Drones - Model Mix-up

Heartbeat - _MATCOLLECTION

Z approaches one of the colony's entrances, drifting through the air with Lizzy and Doll hanging onto her shoulders - Wesson successfully having kept a good grip on Z's hands... what a brave sacrifice he's made. Z dives towards the ground, dropping Wesson a few inches off the floor... though he keeps his momentum, flying forward and creating a small mound of snow. She lands nearby, dropping the two other Workers off, with Lizzy approaching the door as Doll comes to Wesson's side to help him up. Lizzy knocks on the door, and the three others approach as the door creaks open partially - a white-eyed drone, Ron, peeking through the crack.

Ron - "Welcome back, Lizzy! And- ...wait, isn't he banished or something?" He points at Wesson. "Wait, Doll?! When did you even leave?!" She does not answer.

Z - "Bite me! Wesson saved all of you - show some respect!" Doll gives her a deadpan glare. What a hypocrite...

Ron - "...Genocide robot?" he simply retorts, looking over at Z - who has no response, freezing in her accusatory pose.

Doll - "I assure you, they are no threat to us." She crosses her arms, staring at Ron.

Lizzy - "B-Besides, we're like... besties now... so..." She leans her elbow on the side of Z, trying to fathom an excuse to allow her in. "If Doll can survive punching her, it's probably fine." A small anger mark appears in the corner of Z's visor, but she maintains an irritated smile... barely.

Ron - "...Alright..." His tone remains suspicious. "Just make sure they don't cause any trouble."

The door opens, allowing the four passage into the colony. Lizzy nudges Z, smiling - and Z responds by smiling sincerely, the two raising their fists and bumping them together. Worried about who might call him out for his banished status, Wesson fidgets anxiously as he walks - but is lightly comforted by Doll patting his shoulder in reassurance.

Lizzy - "S-Should be that way." She nervously indicates a large hallway branching off the entrance room, the lights near the end noticeably dark. "I-I'm going back to the conferences. I wish you three luck with... w-whatever we're dealing with..." She audibly shudders.

Lizzy gives the group a peace sign before departing. Z's almost... disappointed by her apparent cowardice, being so spooked by this mystery. But some other part of her just wished Lizzy would've tagged along... if only to help lighten the mood. Regardless, the remaining three continue onwards.

Deeper inside the colony, a criminal analysis crew is working hard to gather evidence to deduce what happened to the victim present at the scene... the late Tim. A pair of drones are analyzing a clipboard on one side of the room, with two others investigating the vending machine. The supervisor walks beside the team's photographer, inspecting the hole in the ceiling alongside them while holding a mug of non-descript 'liquid' - though it appears frozen either way.

Photographer - "Yeah, where's Khan? Cause this looks, uh...-" He crouches down to outline the marks left on the ground, grimacing, "-non-ideal..."

In the middle of this conversation, three drones peek around the corner from the hallway - Wesson, Z, and Doll... observing before moving forward.