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Çhåþ†êr 3: New Terror Begins

      Guilt. The feeling many feel, or have felt. It's a normal emotion to feel. V though, V did not feel a ping of guilt. Guilt wasn't a word in her processor, maybe that's why her other squad mates considered her to be so heartless. Guilt was a feeling she hadn't felt since her life before Copper-9. She promised to never feel that again after what happened on Earth. She did it to protect herself. It's not like she could change her fate, so she could only prepare herself. She use to be so merciful, but after years of killing and torture it can really change someone.

     At first she had dreaded it, hated herself for it. After she got over that though she seemed to start craving it. It was a great way for her to let off anger. Make others suffer the way she did. She found it therapeutic in a way, found some sick, twisted joy in it too. Accepting her fate did have consequences as well. She found herself alone all the time, N was too skittish to talk to her and J had her ass too far up work. It's not like there was anyone besides her squad members, so she found herself lost in thought most of the night.

     She hated today. She hated yesterday too. And two weeks before. Hell, even years before today. Killing drones, that's all she's done for the past forever, so why was that one any different? Why was it her duty to kill that thing anyways? Someone else really couldn't have handled it?

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Her contraption. It was like nothing she'd ever seen from the drones. In a matter of fact she's never seen a drone willing to fight back. That thing the purple drone pointed at her had've to be some sort of gun. But what damage could it do? What were her capabilities? She had to be different from the rest, what on earth would someone like her boss need from her? Out of every drone, why would she have to kill that one? These questions were going to eat V alive. Oh, and to make matters worse her mission was changed. Instead of killing her, V's boss wanted her bring that worker to them. Lovely.

     Maybe... just maybe if that little drone was good at what she does... she could prove to be very useful. Wait, why was V thinking this. She could never possibly accomplish her idea. It was far too risky. And why the hell was she thinking about getting help from a pathetic worker like her? She better pull her shit together if she wants to survive...

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A quick patrol around Copper-9's surface. That's what V wished it was. It had been two fucking weeks since her encounter with the gothic drone. She's been trying to study her, as her boss told her to before she captured her. They apparently needed as much information as possible. Why? She didn't know. She wished she could just get this over with, and of course, the day she's allowed to kidnap her, she can't find the stupid drone. This whole thing was stressing her out to her limits. Well, on the bright side at least her systems were rebooted. It was a major pain for her to try to find the drone while her insides were slowly burning away. Guess her boss was in a good mood that day.

V was flying around for the entirety of the day, she realized too late though. The sun was about to peak over the horizon within the next few minutes, which caused V to frantically look for somewhere she could hide out at. There was no way in hell she would make it back in time to beat the sun, so she might as well use these last few minutes to look for somewhere safe. Thankfully for V, she found an abandoned building relatively easy. She quickly dove into a broken window, her wings retracting as she did so. She landed on her side, looking out the window she just flew through. V let out an annoyed breath. She was annoyed with everything lately, it was only making her have an abnormally intense desire for some kind of torturing. She so badly wanted to rip a worker to shreds.