Stalker

Initially, Alice follows her target while trying to stay out of view: Hiding behind corners and such. It doesn't take long for her to give up on that, for a few reasons: First, she doesn't look like any picture the adversary will have for now. Second, she got some really odd looks from the other students. Third: The robot appears to have almost no situational awareness at all, simply looking in the direction it's traveling… which means simply staying a little ways behind it keeps her out of her mark's field of vision.

The bot leads Alice to the automotive engineering building, around the back, and to a classroom garage marked “reserved.” The machine unlocks it with a palm on the card reader (with no card visible). Alice zips over to catch the door before it closes, and slips in behind the robot… and resumes the ‘put effort into hiding’ thing, diving behind the first cover she sees: A giant tool chest on rollers.

Alice takes a moment to look around: The place no longer looks like any car shop she's been inside. Oh, the normal tools like the lift, the air compressor, the wrench sets, and so on are all present… but they're shoved off in a corner

The place has fiber optic cable dangling from the ceiling, managed by a robot the size of a housecat that seems designed after a spider - it's constantly shuffling cables between a few dozen of the beetle-looking robots and six of the ‘nurses’ in various uniforms… who apparently have a fiber port in their mouths, and are standing by a big tank of glowing red liquid. The latest ‘nurse’ to arrive stops and stands at attention shortly after it enters.

“Report,” a masculine voice Alice can't pinpoint echos through the room.

‘Odd that it needs to do so…’ Alice thinks to herself.

The robot follows instructions, “Target ‘Moriarty’ injured and surrounded by civilians. Collection is expected to be feasible starting at around zero one hundred hours. Recovered crash logs of the units sent to capture ‘Moriarty’ target.”

“Ugh, another delay?” The voice complains, “Fine. Bring me the black box chips.”

The ‘nurse’ walks out of Alice's sight, and Alice risks a quick glance around the side of the tool chest, seeing the back of an executive chair surrounded by computer screens. For some reason the man in the chair has a leather gauntlet, which he's using to pet a small hairless dog. The ‘nurse’ gynoid hands the man in the chair two small… cassette tapes?!?... one of which he plugs into something that looks like Alice's grandmother's VCR.

As Alice ducks back behind the tool chest to consider her options, the man in the chair keeps talking, “Recharge, and dump video logs into the travel core… I want to see what we're looking at.”

The ‘woman’ wordlessly obeys while the man uses the buttons on the “VCR” to play a recording of the destroyed minion's last few hours. He fast-forwards through most of it (complete with the high-pitched squeal), and gets to the point Alice remembers personally:

“Hi, I'm Candy, good to meet you!”

“Bambi,”

“...but we really must be going; the good Dean here has some swelling and we need to relieve the pressure immediately.”

…followed by some brief battle sounds.

“So the battle bimbo defends her maker…” the masculine voice begins, petting the hairless dog, “...he invested a lot in his singular minion, then… still, she'll be weakened by distance and her master's state. Shouldn't be too much trouble.”

Glancing around, trying to think of an idea, Alice spots a discarded nurse uniform, and smiles, slipping it on and fitting herself to it, mimicking the appearance of one of the ‘nurses’ she's seen previously. Trying to blank her expression despite her racing heart, she then calmly walks out from behind cover, picking up a tire iron, and heading towards what she presumes are the recharge pads… because that big tank of glowing red liquid looks like a wonderful target.

As she approaches the tank, the man in the chair swivels around, showing that he's in a white lab coat, and the leather gauntlets go up almost to his shoulders. His hair is a nondescript brown of average length, and he has a very forgettable face. He frowns, counts to nine on his fingers, drops two, and counts the eight women in uniform in the room.

His eyes light up with realization just as Alice takes a swing.

The tire iron connects, smashing cleanly through the glass - which shatters into a million pieces as the liquid starts to flow out slowly, like cold maple syrup… and Alice jumps away from it immediately, not wanting to find out what it is the hard way.

“Kill her!” The man in the chair shouts, himself jumping up and away from the glowing red liquid… the why being obvious as the chair just sort of melts into the slowly spreading pool.

All eyes now focused on Alice, she grins, and jumps directly at another ‘nurse’, tackling it to the ground and quietly handing it the tire iron in the shuffle. She then blanks her face and disengaged, watching the robot she just framed get blasted from ten different angles.

The other robots stand down after that, and Alice mimics them as she stands in place.

The man walks over to the shattered remains, “A robot? How'd he get a robot to pass an MRI? Why…”

As he was within just a foot of Alice, who was biding her time, he doesn't finish his sentence… because a boot to the head knocks him out cold. Catching him, Alice makes a b-line for the door, carrying the villain du jour as his dumb minions wait for orders that will never come… and one by one, fall to the slowly expanding pool of red glowing goo, dissolving into it without complaint as Alice makes her escape….