Iron-Head and Co.

2 | The Murder

The journey to the brewery began with the hissing of an old car engine, a vessel containing two robots with the utmost sinister intentions.  As the wheels rolled along the cracked and dirty road the tire of the limousine rolled over a daisy that was growing between the imperfections in the pavement.

"Arnold?" Delirium asked

"yes Del?" replied Arnold

"You never told us our victim's name, I feel like that's a little disrespectful," said Delirium, "I know he's about to be dead in an hour or so but I feel like you could of at least given me that much information."

"you don't need to be so condescending" countered Arnold as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel

"who's the boss here you or me?" asked Delirium with a sort of a hiss

"Sorry, It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who's really doing anything anymore" replied Arnold, "I know this business wasn't built to last but I want to make the most of it while it's still here".

"You sound like a true optimist my friend." said Delirium, "you'll make a great owner one day"

"God I hope not" replied Arnold with a smirk

The Limousine pulled up to the front entrance of the brewery and with a screech of the tires, it stopped at the security gate. The guard was asleep. 

"well that's pretty convenient," said Delirium as he stepped out of the vehicle

With moderate strength, Delirium pushed up the wooden lifting gate with his metal palm. He then signaled for Arnold to pull into the parking lot as he swiftly stepped out of the way of the oncoming car.

"it's a good thing that guard was asleep" muttered  Arnold to himself as he parked the car in the nearly empty lot, "I didn't want to have to kill anybody else today."

Arnold and Delirium, two automatons with the intent to kill began walking to the office where their victim was unknowingly waiting for his own demise.

Delirium walked to the small temporary building where the target was doing his work, Arnold waited around the corner to keep lookout and provide the necessary backup for Mr. Iron-Head. Delirium carefully unhinged the mesh screen on the window that was directly behind the soon-to-be-causality's head. Slowly but cautiously Delirium hoisted himself through the window. As quick as a bullet train Mr. Iron-Head lurched forward and with his screwdriver and loosened the screw on the back of his victim's neck which connected his head to the oil valve in his chest. 

 Delirium stepped out of the way of the oncoming torrent of oil that splattered in chaotic rhythms against the wall behind him. He reached for the decommissioned robot's hand only to find a battered and worn-out Polaroid of a young and beautiful android with a female form. Delirium pulled a pair of tweezers out of his coat pocket, removed the photograph from the victim's hand, and placed it very gently on the table in front of him. Mr. Iron-Head opened the other robot's palm and placed a brand new screwdriver in his hands, but not before rubbing it in the oil on the shag carpeting in order to make look like a suicide.

As Delirium was leaving the trailer something on his victim's desk caught his eye, and against all better judgment, he picked it up and took it with him.