Dimensions: Hidden Tech

11: Located

Judy looked Derrick up and down. "You sure he works for them?" The floor boards creaked with old blood stained on them. Vines creeped up the brown walls.

"Yeah. I doubt you getting anything out of me though. I don't know about Jared over here, he seems like a little bitch sometimes." Derrick laughed softly.

Jared glared at him. "Shut your bitch ass up. You the reason we caught." He moved in his chair, his paws tied with vine.

Flipping open a knife, Foxy crouched in front of them. "I think I can get whatever you got locked up in your head," he poked at Jared's head jaw softly, "out."

He shook his chair, attempting to free himself. "You ain't gonna make me crack. I've been through worse shit than this."

Derrick licked his bottom lip. "That's a damn lie if I ever knew one," he quipped. He was met with Andr shoving his head into his chest, throwing a light uppercut into his stomach.

"So what do you know. Tell me now and this is gonna be the easiest thing you do." Foxy adjusted his posture, flipping the knife so it was facing down towards Jared's knee in his grip.

"Fuck you." The knife plunged into his knee, shooting pain. He tried to keep a straight face, clearly wincing in pain. Blood seeped out, staining his clothes.

"I doubt you can walk now. Your ACL is cut, and I'm not afraid to cut your fucking artery if you don't tell me where your base is or whatever you were exchanging." Foxy had a face no one had seen on him before. No slight grin, nothing that would show he was mammalian. A cold stare into Jared's eyes, unfailing. He received the same state back. He twisted the knife, pulling it out, reaching around, and putting the tip into the back of his knee.

Jared finally broke, grunting in severe pain. "FINE!" He slammed his paws into his tail, causing even more pain. "There's a meet up. Going on at the same place you killed our squad. I don't know what else is going on! I swear!" He pleaded, Andr side-eyeing Judy.

Foxy jammed the knife further, not yet reaching the artery. "I'm going to ask your homeboy over there if this is all true."

Derrick nodded his head, saying, "Thats's all we know."

Nick sagged his tail. "You lying. I know it." He walked over to Derrick. "Tell me the truth. There's no reason for you to send information like this, unless there's something more to it."

He took a glance at Jared wincing. "They are going to capture the humans and take them back to our headquarters. Last time I went there, they wiped our minds when we left."

Nick giggled. "Hold on a minute." He towered over Derrick. His lean muscle showed through his shirt. "How are they going to wipe your mind, but you remember it? Isn't a mind wipe supposed to erase all memory. And also wouldn't you still remember the location since I'm guessing you left after you got mind wiped?"

Derrick's mouth was agape. "Oh shit."
Foxy began to make his way over, pushing the knife into his chest, just puncturing the cloth. "Alright!"
Rain trickled outside, hitting the walls and causing a small echo in the empty space. "They are taking cargo trucks with them. A shit ton. They are supposed to start loading them up, since they have already sent a few squads to find everybody. From my mission statement, they said that were taking about a hundred trucks with them."

Andr furrowed her eyebrows. "That seems like its not enough for them. There was at least a few thousand people in there, including the robots."

Jared spoke up. "They managed to disable the robots. Turns out they were on a wireless mainframe that connected every single one, hence the reason they knew where the shelter was. Except one, but with the firepower we have, I'd say he's as good as dead.