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Chapter 7- Fighting Bots

~Pete~

"You sure this is gonna work, Pete?" Patrick asks as I pull out the paper that Gwendoline had given us.

"No clue. She was really vague on how this all works, so for all we know, it could be leading us to a trap or some shit. But do we have a choice?" I ask back, and he shakes his head. It's been a month since our near-death experience, and luckily a few days after we left Gwendoline's place Andy discovered that on her instructions to get onto the communication server there was also some hidden instructions to a safe place to hide. Those instructions were really well coded, so while I'm pissed that Gwendoline didn't even give us a hint that it was there and how to break the code, I'm proud of Andy for figuring it out. So the past month we've been here and there was a computer just waiting for us to use to connect to the server. Sure, it hurts like hell to be away from our families, but if it means keeping them safe, then I'm willing to do that. I just hope they'll forgive us when the dust is cleared. Just as we thought, news spread that we were dead, and while I just wanted to jump out of hiding and strangle whoever spread that news, I know I can't. We have to stay hidden, even though it is getting a little harder to do that. I mean, have you ever tried keeping Patrick contained for this long? It's like 2006 all over again but with better fashion choices.

"I guess it will be nice to see Gwendoline again."

"Not Logan, though. How ya doing on getting this hooked up, Stumpy?" Joe asks, and Patrick looks back at him with a glare. I will admit, I could skip on seeing Logan again too. She just seemed...I don't know, kinda full of herself? She had herself on this high pedestal but she did so by knocking Gwendoline down, and I just can't fucking stand people like that. Especially when it seems that Gwendoline does so much shit for Logan and she can't even see it or appreciate it. And though I do have a taste of what it's like to be holed up all the time, I appreciate the fact that it's keeping us and our families safe, something that she apparently can't. But I digress. And no, Joe has not stopped calling Patrick "Stumpy" and honestly, I'm glad he didn't. Seeing the look on Patrick's face when he does is priceless. It's like looking at an angry kitten. Absolutely adorable.

"Don't call me that."

"Whatever you say, Stumpy." Patrick takes a deep breath, before going back to what he was doing. Andy's just kind of standing in the corner not really getting involved, just thinking about everything that's been going on around us. We were just going to hide out until the cult calmed down and stopped being little shits, but they didn't. We did some of our own research on Better Living Industries to see if we could find out more about the cult that way, but we didn't get much of anything. Perhaps if we were in the Zones we could get more, but our safe house is in the States. I don't think either Patrick or Andy could really handle living like Killjoys. I might be able to. Joe probably could. I mean, come on, this is the dude that when facing a life-threatening situation two weeks ago joked about if he died he'd just go drink vodka with the devil, who was looking forward to having him back. We didn't ask.

"Alright, Petey, I think I'm ready," Patrick says after completing the steps he was assigned. I'll give him credit, he's actually doing really well adjusting to only having one hand again. He's actually really good at typing one-handed, so I'm letting him handle all of that while I'm basically reading off instructions and Joe and Andy are just along for the ride. "Wait, hold on a sec..."

"What?"

"I am not good at this cyber-crap."

"Meaning?"