--An hour earlier--

Padding softly, the [url=http://www.huskygermanshepherdmix.com/wp-content/gallery/german-shepherd-husky/img_9762.jpg]fluffy gray-and-white dog[/url] walks over to the black lump huddled underneath a window of the abandoned apartment complex. Snuffling quietly, she touches the lump's hand, nudging it with her nose. The lump, now obviously a person, groans and lifts his head, revealing the groggy eyes of a young man. "Hey, Sasha," he mutters, rubbing one eye with a gloved hand.

Reaching out, Zac scratches the dog's ear, making her press her head against his palm. Smiling, Zac stands and stretches, only to feel Sasha paw at his shin. Looking down, he chuckles, seeing the look on his companion's face. "I know what you want," he says, reaching into his pocket to pull out a dog biscuit.

Sasha's tail wags as she pants, looking expectantly at the treat before Zac tosses it to her, chuckling as she nabs it right out of the air. "Good girl," he says, patting Sasha's head before turning to the side of the window, where what appeared to be a golf bag was sitting. Slinging it over his shoulder, he whistles, a single, brief note, and walks away, his loyal dog close at his heels.

Stepping out into the drizzling rain, he pulls his hood up and looks around. Few people were out and about. Those of whom were out were accompanied by their mechangles. Hearing his dog growl, Zac says, "Easy, girl," which instantly makes Sasha quiet. Once again proud of Sasha's obedience, he walks down the street, picking a random direction, his companion close at his heels.

--Present--

He didn't know how, but he had somehow made it to the edge of the city, where all of the less-than beautiful parts were clustered, as if to hide it all from the richer residents. Sighing, he sits down on the top of a hill overlooking a scrapyard. Sasha lays next to him, as if oblivious to the rain and wet ground, thanks to her thick fur. Zac chuckles and rubs her back, saying, "I envy you, girl."

It was when he looked back toward the scrapyard did Zac notice something going on below, thanks to a glint of light. Looking down, he sees an old robot lift something in front of it. Suspicious, he shrugs his golf bag off, unzips the top, and pulls out something that was obviously not for such a relaxed sport.

Kneeling on one knee, his elbow propped on his other knee, Zac looks down the scope of his  [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/10/L115A3_sniper_rifle.jpg]rifle[/url]. If he were anyone else, the sight of a cyborgel wouldn't have bothered him and he would have walked away. However, he isn't anyone else.

After pulling the bolt of his rifle back and bringing a round into the chamber, he pulls his goggles over his eyes, a display with wind direction, distance, and other variables appearing over his vision automatically, and says, "Sasha, guard."

The dog immediately understands and goes on alert, her sharp eyes scanning the area around them, ears perked for any sound. Placing unwavering trust in his loyal friend, Zac watches as the Cyborgel manages to free herself. Then, surprising him until he realizes exactly what kind of robots they are, the garbage men step back, looking over their shoulders at the woman.

Lowering his rifle, he contemplates for a moment before slipping his rifle into his bag. Zipping it, he says, "Relax, Sasha." Rising to his feet, he slides down the hill and jogs over to the fence, his dog right at his heels. Once there, he calls to the Cyborgel, "Hey! Is everything alright?"

Note: Coordinated with Fairess after much confusion. Worth it, though! :D