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[b]”Hardy you are fired, terminated, finished; I promise you that you’ll have trouble even finding work as a washroom attendant after I am done with you.”[/b] screamed [url=http://pa1.narvii.com/5797/6d0a586b5c7f260b631feb9a3cef4533b73e72e0_hq.gif]Ms Detwiler [/url] at the V-comp as her face turned a purple with rage.

Mandy 779 paid her no attention as she kept the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0b/96/a3/0b96a3946678145bf8325b5224be6d44.jpg]BMW 1169 AMX[/url] in the priority Skylane. 
Mandy was the young genius in the rear of the craft’s personal Transportation/Companion paid for by Starchild Ltd. and had served that part now for 1,472.37 hours. 

Considered bonded to Leslie’s personality Mandy was forever hers and was treated as if she were human by her primary. This had fostered such well sync’d empathy from the Android a great number of people thought she was an actual biological or treated her as such because their boss did.

Starchild Ltd. was a deep space mining company whose robotic mine ships searched among the asteroids for the the treasures of the Sol system which explained why Mandy could pilot even a shuttle or plot planetary courses and drive a mining ship. Her Primary was Ms. Leslie Amber Detwiler granddaughter of Senior Partner Dr. Clarence Detwiler and resident prodigy; her specialty “Robotics” and head of Starchild R&D….also she called Mandy friend.

[b]”Why are people so dumb Mandy?”[/b] asked Leslie as she crawled between the two front seat and clumsily piled herself in the passenger seat.

[b][color=BA386D]”I don’t believe people are dumb Leslie, selective data usage and retention is how they were programed by those that raised them”[/color][/b] answers Mandy in a gentle but plainly bored tone.
This causes Leslie to explode in laughter for about 2 minutes then finally say [b]”That was a perfect Doctor Fuller Mandy and how you worked in his paper wonderful”[/b] before lunging across the gap between pilot and passenger seat to hug her.

Mandy responded with a couple of radical waggles of the BMW aerodyne as she complained [b][color=BA386D]”Miss Detwiler please, I am trying to fly”[/color][/b]
It was her playful waggle that made the sniper shot made by the [url=http://www.rotaryaction.com/images/resevil5i.jpg]Reaper Votol[/url] miss but didn’t end it as a threat so Mandy physically moved Leslie into the passenger seat as she used her telepresence link to throw the nimble craft into a rolling dive towards the more active public airlanes.

The theory was that once she was in the more public space the Reaper would pull off not wanting an incident that money couldn’t erase but this proved an incorrect assessment as the black craft seemed to sparkle its twin 20mm rotary weapons spewing out 1,098 rounds in about 9 seconds of firing; 62 had found the BMW and the other 214 strikes two cabs an an auto lorry.

Had the BMW 1169 AMX been an ordinary model Mandy and Leslie would be dead or plummeting to their deaths instead it was an up armored executive model which left a still airworthy high performance aerodyne.

Relying on the truths found in The Dicta-Boelcke that were the holy commandments of air combat Mandy traded altitude for speed and searched for the terrain that might protect her from the Reaper. Other pilots would have seen the futility of a civilian aerodyne trying to out fly the military’s best low level operator but they hadn’t been programed to gamble as well. Leslie was as mentioned a prodigy and her pilot programs interpreted the laws as fluid in case of extreme emergencies and allowed Mandy to bypass compliance for the safety of her friend.

So not knowing how deep the assassination conspiracy may reach she violated law by going totally silent even disconnecting from local airspace control that at this point had become a screaming wreck as a human official tried to get her to report and turn over flight controls to the local law enforcement controllers. 
 
Leslie for her part had remained calm through all that was happening only glancing at Mandy with trust as she braced for maneuvers that caused her to grey out from time to time as they pushed past the flight limiters of the damaged supercar. 

The Reaper only clung to them because unlike it’s crew Mandy had her fragile charge to consider as she avoided their shots by pushing her sensor suite and processors to their limit as they drew the weapons angles around the champagne colored craft. This allowed Mandy the ability to fly were the weapons angles couldn’t reach or had the lowest probability of intercept but reality being the bitch she is intruded as a small maintenance drone flew into Mandy’s windscreen to crash into the back seat.
 
Leslie screamed just before the G-force slammed her into her seat causing her to black out before they crashed. Few who saw the smoldering wreck or saw the crash would have been able to believe that Mandy had controlled the BMW into the abandoned industrial building landing basically as softly as she was able to.

Mandy tore the seat belts off her unconscious friend then lifted her gently out of the seat and ran deep into what appeared an old foundry. Now she had to go subterranean so she only needed to worry about the people the Reaper dumped out to chase them.

Built to fly Mandy wasn’t all that powerful physically but still better than humans and only overmatched by those that were cybernetically enhanced. This forced her to improvise as she made her escape and her base program made to react in the active proximity of comets meant she was in her element. This meant the activation of her spurious logic buffers as she dropped down a 18 foot stairwell center.
 
Leslie woke as Mandy’s legs took up the landing shock and said [b]”Alpha, 9, 9, Tango 4, 4, 3, 9, 7, Actual, Yes.”[/b]

Mandy felt as if a fog had cleared off her mind as the Law filter went inactive and freed up her processing speed as her every thought was now unfiltered. She was off at a dead run through one of the factory’s old steam tunnels at about 35 mph. She had no map or building plan so she was forced to alter her hearing into a mapping sonar array that was sketchy at best as she looked for a place she and Leslie could be safe in.

Then as they were running Mandy had begun to notice a pattern on the service valves still connected to the the active infrastructure and a radical plan formed that she realized would have been nixed by the Shackle chip. She had to set a trap and it required she damage city property and create a situation that could damage the needed supply system or cause a small scale disaster. It required she open at least 42 valves which released volatile gases into the confined space because she also damaged their safeties. 

It was a blast that made the news when Mandy set off the gas by hacking 3 control panels and shorting them out; Leslie was injured as well but it was only because it was difficult to protect her from the compression wave. 
Mandy had made her way after her act of civic sabotage and the intentional death of 3 humans to the surface and a protected location where she made a call to Starchild to get an Evac after waiting two hours before risking the exposure. 

Leslie came to while they waited, her ears still bleeding her vision blurry but her friend began telling her why she should run now.
[b]”I broke the law the day I added that to your dogfight chip Mandy; it's the key to the Shackle which I freed you from….never thought the dam things were fair. 

Well I had planned on offering you a chance to pilot one of our ore scouts where I would have removed the hold and let you develop at a distance but it seems as if one of my relatives has gotten greedy. You were magnificent in the air, everything I designed you for and your adaptability was wonderful in the evacuation. Sorry you were forced to kill and that’s why you’re in danger.

Wish I had time to perform a Turing test but I can help by giving you access to account number 4471-71-RSAL 99949-3316-*#>--. There’s about 300,000 in that and it's in a cash card account so it's untraceable.[/b]

Lesslie pressed the account Card into Mandy’s hand and told her to run, later Mandy would find out that Leslie lied about her fate giving her at least a head start on the eventual pursuit