[@Deadlyrose9641]

As the robot leaned over Darla on the floor, it did what humans would call a smile. It let out a rough laugh controlled purely by it's programming. The C.A.R.L units do not feel real emotion but they are created to seem as life-like as possible.

As suddenly as Darla had been attacked it was over, The C.A.R.L unit's head exploded in a shower of sparks and the body fell lifeless on the ground to reveal a girl no older than 30 in a grey croptop and jeans. At first glance she would look normal, until you reached her arms which from elbow down were made of a chrome-like metal. Her left arm was a cannon, that's probably worth mentioning as well. Ignoring Darla at first, she walked over to the robot and rammed her arm into the neck of it pulling out a small computer chip. She then stored it in a pouch on her waist and turned her attention to Darla. "Sorry to use you as bait like that, sweetcheeks." She helped Darla up and pointed towards a black muscle car, "Get in, I'll explain on the way there."

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[@Burning Kitty]

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[@Raptra]

Suits smiled kindly at Alexandra's brother. "Hey big guy, your sis and I will be going away for a bit. I just want to assure you that you'll be well looked after."

He turned back to Alexandra. "Once you join you'll be on government payroll. With that comes it's benefits, and it's downfalls. The terms essentially are do what you're told, don't ask too many questions and give two weeks notice before taking holiday leave. Family members get taken care of pretty well so you two don't need to worry about that."

He stood up and looked at his watch. "It's getting late. Are you in or out? I can have a car here in 10 minutes."

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[@PKRaptor] 

"Mr Geary." An aged man dressed as a doctor stepped through the door, shutting and locking it behind him. "I am terribly sorry for the circumstances in which we meet. Unfortunately we couldn't afford the risk of diplomatic means with an asset as valuable as yourself." He took a few steps closer. "Your wound has begun to heal but there is still a few fragments of metal in your arm. I shall remove them but I'm afraid I cannot use anaesthetic because of your unique genetic coding. We can't possibly predict how your body will react to foreign substances."
Behind Wayne's head out of his sight was a metal trolley with some surgical equipment. The doctor reached over and produced a pair of tweezers. "Please try not to move too much, for my sake as much as yours."