The Robotics

2

"So, Cloak Girl, I've never imagined a girl such as yourself could have such a quick defense. I'm surprised." We've been walking for about an hour now, and have reached the darker side of town. Many crimes are committed here and it's downright evil; I absolutely love it.

"'Cloak Girl'? Really, is that the best you could muster in that dull head of yours? Also, I may be a girl, but I can kick ass pretty well. My gender does not qualify my strength, if it weren't for me, you'd be in chains, dead or alive." She rolls her eyes as she continues to guide me into a nearby alleyway. Oddly enough, the deeper we tread through, the dimmer it seems to have gotten. "Okay, okay. I apologize for such a name, I didn't know that certain info and was too busy kicking ass to think of more creative names. I also believe I could have managed well without you, but whatever helps you sleep at night. Anyways, where are we going? It's been almost an hour and you've still never told me where we are going." She turns her head, giving me a side smirk. "You'll see."

I groan at such a vague response and grumble,"We've been walking for forever. I don't know who you are or why my service is needed anyways, and you've eaten almost all of the bread I stole for me. Are we almost there?" She sighs as we cut yet another corner. "Can you quit your complaining and questioning for one moment? We are almost there." She ends her sentence as we stop in front of nothing. "Why have we stopped?" I inquired once more.

"We're here." She looks down and pulls off the lid to a drain. I stare down the old, rusted drainage and cringe. "I am not going down there. It's filthy and creatures of some sorts lurk there." I step back as I shake my head at the mysterious and impatient gal. "Yes you are. Don't be such a wimp, there's nothing to be afraid of, 'Mr. Independent'." She grabs my arm and tugs me towards her. "Hold on." She gives me the same haunting smirk.

"What are yo-" she giggles as she pulls me along and we leap straight into the hole within the ground. I yell as she laughs hysterically. We land abruptly onto a pile of discarded trash. "I cannot believe you just did that! All of this disgusting filth! I'm going to-" she sh's me as she again pulls me along down the sewage drain. "Where are you taking me?" I grimly whisper as she sneaks closer to a wall that cuts off to another pathway.

"We have to be quiet, you don't want Crocker to hear us." I close my mouth before opening it again and ask,"Who's Crocker?" My question is then answered when we peek past the corner to spot a gigantic, sleeping alligator. I'm then pulled along and we slowly creep past the slumbering gator. My heart beats faster than before when I accidentally step on a discarded can of some sort. It turns over a bit and I freeze right on the spot. The gator lets out a tired grumble and then a little snore. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. My captivating escort shoots me a warning glare and swiftly pulls me forward. We turn the corner and the warmth of her hand let's go of mine. I glance quickly at the motion and shake away at any thought other than wanting to get to our desired destination. Once we are away of Crocker's earshot, we continue on.

"What even is your name? I can't call you Cloak Girl forever," I joke. She hesitates before answering. "My name, is Scarlett. Scarlett Jade." Her name was quite whimsical, yet my inner mind won't admit that it was pretty nevertheless. "We're here." I look on to see a metallic door. It had weird designs on it, as if it were created in another language. I walked forward and placed my hand on to the door, tracing it's designs. "What is this?" She walks forward and turns the latch. "The Bunker." She pushes the door open, which causes a loud screech, surprising me that it hasn't awaken the snoozing reptile on the other side of the wall. "Let's go."

She hurries me along and we trudge across a long path. We make a sharp turn that leads us to yet another door. This one however, had a code on it. Scarlett reaches forward before turning her head and clearing her throat. I sigh and turn around. I hear the tapping of her fingers, then a dong of approval. The door opens, and we head inside this large, busy room. The room itself was quite different than many buildings I have trespassed into. The ceiling was unimaginably high, signifying that we were very deep underground. There was this type of exercising gear I have never seen before. Men usually used wooded benches and trees for sit ups and climbing, but I have never seen this type of sturdy, metal material.

What really caught my attention was the center wall. It held many types of weaponry, from muskets to swords, and even these weird guns. The place itself was badass, with many designs that I saw on the first door. My gazing was cut short due to the clatter of people who went silent to look at me.

The crowd itself looked quite terrifying. Some had many piercings, but all were very muscular. Even the women looked deadly, much more cunning than the normal soft maidens above. Scarlett clears her throat, before giving an announcement. "I've returned with the one he has requested." After the simple yet seemingly important sentence leaves her thin lips, the crowd roars with pride. Everyone clears, creating a pathway as Scarlett leads me to yet another large, majestic door. She slowly opens it, making way for me to enter.

Once inside, the place itself looked like some form of an office. There seemed to be a unique desk which was covered in various metallic items that I've never seen before. Onto the walls held paintings and more muskets than our own army has to offer. Behind the desk had a middle-aged man sitting in a chair, reading.

"I've found him Sir, the one you've been expecting." The man puts his literary item away, standing up, then walking towards us. "Ah yes, you must be Ben Livings."

"In the flesh." I sarcastically say, making Scarlett roll her piercing hazel eyes. I didn't question how he knew my name, hell, I'm one of the most cunning criminals in the country. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, I myself am Nicholas Reed, or you may call me Nick." He smirks as he takes this chance to take a better look at my attire, which is just dusty, old clothes I've pocketed from a poor family. "No need for the formalities, what do you want? I've wasn't forced against my will by a threatening pest just to have a casual conversation." I had no time to be nice to some man who apparently wanted something from me, I didn't have time to be nice at all.

"A 'right to the point' kind of lad, I see. Well, our organization is in need of help getting rid of unfinished business, and I think you are just what we are looking for."

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