Fight

You pull out the taser. As the redhead walks toward you, you see a needle elongate from her finger. You ready your taser.

You thrust the taser into her abdomen. It sparks and sizzles.

“We have adapted to your weapon.”

She brings around her hand and the needle gets ever closer to your neck.

You are about to scream when a large metal rod exits her chest. She falls down sparks and blood exiting the wound. Behind her you see a smiling Dave.

“Dave, fuck, that was amazing.”

He smiles. “No problem.”

Professor Hill rushes over. “That...that robot is incredible.”

He looks a bit more closely. “Although, perhaps cyborg is a better description. Clara, Let’s get her to the table. Tanya, Dave, can you give me an hour to figure out what we are dealing with?”

You nod, not that you really have a choice.

“I saw a vending machine in the hall.”

You breathe. Trust a man to think of eating at a time like this. Still, he has a point. You are hungry.

You head out to the hall. Dave lets you go first. As you slide your dollar in he massages your back. You are so tight. You feel a little pinch as he scrunches your tight muscles.

He whispers in your ear. “Do you want to go blow off some steam?”

Surprisingly, that sounds like a great idea.