Project Sorna

Twenty-three

(Robin's POV)

                              I breathed a deep breath as my ally escorted me up the stairs safely.

                             Finally. An area that isn't overrun by mother nature.But I know some things myself. For one thing, there's still a grudge in me holding Fredrick accountable for abandoning me out of the blue. But at the same time, there's debunk that for another crazy reason in the end. Another thing, I hadn't been able to get to my research as thoroughly planned originally. Says a lot to think this day wasn't the greatest.

                           Fredrick and I found a bunker located on the second floor, where conditions weren't all that bad. But I was aware trouble could be around the corner, spying on us potentially. Before taking the oblige to step into the bunker, I took one last look at the animatronics. The beginning of our conversation happened as we both surveyed the machines chillingly. Their presence was still with me, and just imagining those things coming alive sent shivers down my very spine already as I surveyed them from the corner of my vision. I didn't know about this "Fredrick" guy.

                          Anyways, he kept his eyes on the army, plastering his hand to his mouth. I saw the gears working in his head. "Where the hell should I start, Robin?"

                            "Your the one who's revealing this stuff to me!"

                           "HEY! I'M THINKING, YOU!" he shouted in my face.

                           I took a step back, defending myself. "Stop stalling, and spit and whatever you need to out!"

                            "Oh, you have nooooo idea, my dear!" he shook his head vigorously, eyes on me.

                           I was at my point of absolutely bursting with retorts at this guy. "OH, DO I KNOW PLEN-"

                           I stopped right in mid-sentencing. Something made me forget all about our quarrel and made me focus more on Fredrick's features. Squinting my eyes, I said, "Why do I feel like I know you?"

                          He was stern with me. "I have no idea, because we met about two and a half hours ago?"

                         "No...no. I swore there was something about you!"

                         He furrowed his brows down at me, looking intently. He only shrugged after what seemed like sixty-five million years. "Nope. Back to introductions again. The name's Fredrick. How do you do?"

                        "Your kidding, right? I'm not going back to this again." I shook my head.

                        "Oh, right! Manners! Let me start over..."

                        I hissed, "OH, GET IN THE BUNK!"

                        At last we were in. Before closing the door behind me, Padre' came up chittering at me. I put my index finger to my lips, and take one last look out. When no one else's presence showed up, the door was shut with a heavy *BANG*.

                       Fred shook off his boot, taking a seat for himself. "Feels good to be sitting again!"

                       "Good thing the air's up. Now tell me, what is it about DPSI that your so involved in?"

                      He glanced upward. "Did I say I was involved, missy?"

                      I crossed over both arms apprehensively, "You sure look like you know some things."

                     "You know....DPSI knows it stuff-but it ain't pretty.  Here's how the backstory goes; basically imagine this considerably wealthy man in like his... mid 60's."