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[B]Lost Haven - Streets at Day.[/b]

Milo was having a good day, no, a [i]great[/i] day. She'd slept on things, and while it wasn't comfortable to sleep on a tear-soaked pillow, she had cried out all the bad feelings and woke up refreshed. Years of her life might have decided to just go walk about, but that wasn't an excuse to just sit about doing nothing, no no no she had work to do. She still had the plans, some parts and enough money to pile a few things together. She could start selling gadgets again, toy soldiers to the kids, that sort of thing to work up the rest she needed before she built another. This time, with a few adjustments. She'd do this all after a walk, and some fresh air. She put on a grey hoodie over her shirt and took a stroll outside. She'd go visit Tech-Sec, he was nice enough, and he knew a lot about her project, part of his requirement to sell half of the things he did to her, he'd at least talk to her, she still had friends among the "fleshbags", even if they did think she was a bit eccentric. She bought coffee from a stand with a crumpled note and held it between her hands. She took a sip of the too-hot-to-drink drink and smiled to herself. [color=#872657]"Things could always be worse."[/color]

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[B]Lost Haven - Apartment Block.[/b]

Things could not be worse. Andrew was staring down a six foot metallic monster that had just asked to come in. He'd let it, of course, but quickly looked about the hallway for the redheaded maniac who made the damn thing. She was nowhere to be seen, so he slowly shut the door with the care and caution of a bomb-disposal person and as a diligent host would, offered it a seat. He sat down adjacent and with a slack-jawed, awestruck face, just soaked in the robot that was currently damaging his favourite chair. Alexander spoke first. [color=2F4F4F]"RED-MOTHER ALWAYS SPOKE WELL OF YOU, DESIGNATION TECH-SEC. SHE ALWAYS SAID YOU WERE RELIABLE, AND THAT IS WHAT I AM GOING TO PAY FOR. RELIABILITY."[/color] The robot leaned in, and forked over all of the crumpled notes in his hoodie over to the hardware-dealer. Andrew quickly gathered up and counted the bills, it wasn't enough for much, but he wasn't about to tell it that, if this robot asked him to jump, he'd hit the ceiling. [color=00a651]"So, uh, what were you looking for?"[/color]  He spoke up, voice quivering.[color=2F4F4F] "I AM LOOKING FOR THE PARTS THAT MADE ME, I KNOW YOU KEEP RECORDS, DESIGNATION TECH-SEC. I NEED ALL OF THOSE PARTS AND I NEED THEM NOW."[/color] The robot's voice carried emotion, and this was most definitely threatening. Alexander offered a map, which Andrew quickly accepted, opening it up as he looked over the circled locations; dead-drops.[color=2F4F4F] "PUT THE PARTS IN THOSE LOCATIONS AND DO NOT CONTACT RED-MOTHER. I WILL BE WATCHING YOU, TECH-SEC."[/color] And with that, Alexander stomped out of the room, his legs whirring and almost definitely causing yet another noise complaint from his neighbours downstairs about slamming his door. [color=00a651]"Back into the red."[/color] He sighed, as he sat back at his computer and clacked the keys. This was an all-nighter.