"And don't get yourself killed." Mariya looked at the robot from which her Uncle's voice was expressing his concern, and stuck out her tongue.

"Nothing's managed to kill me yet. I'll watch out, though... for you," she finished, and signaled at Frizz to silence their communications. The robot complied, peeking its camera head around the corner on its long snake-like neck as Mariya took manual control. Looked like the way was clear here, too. "Alright guys, let's go." She slid back into the cockpit of the two-wheeled vehicle that had been sitting snuggly behind her in the shadows. With a whir the large motorcycle (or more like half of a small tank) took off down the tunnel, Frizz grabbing onto it as it passed him and let it pull him along.

They hadn't had this sort of activity in the tunnels since they'd moved in. And yet here they were, pursuing the heat signatures that the robots had been warning them of for the past week. They'd ignored them mostly, since nothing had interrupted their personal little section of the underground labyrinth. That was until what was definitely explosions and maybe the sound of a cave in a few minutes ago. The robots had become insistent that they were no longer alone in their hiding place and, determined to know what they would be up against before whatever it was found them, Mariya had set off with three of their private robotic army in tow to scout things out. "No engagements, please," Uncle had admonished her more than a couple times, and she didn't really have any plan of doing so. Without knowing how many there were, it was foolhardy; and anyway, what if they weren't trying to find them? After all, they'd been so well-hidden for so long, surely the whole thing had blown over by now...

"PEEK-A-BOO!"

Mariya brought her bike to a quick stop, peeking her head above the armored section that housed her. That had been close, and it was definitely a person, not a monster or whatever she'd been half expecting to stumble upon. She slid them covertly around a corner and stepped out, gesturing at Frizz, who came up obediently. "Uncle, did you hear that?"

After a short pause Pyotr's voicce came through quietly. "Yeah, must have been quite loud. How about you head back now, yeah? 'Peek-a-boo' isn't really the sort of thing our enemies would shout."

"Mmmmm, yeah, alright. I'll head back. We need to establish a perimeter, though, don't want them finding us either way."

"Already ahead of you: working on some trip mines of my own. When you get back you can put them up for us."

"Great. K, I'm on my way." Frizz let the communication die and returned to his position as Mariya fired up the bike once more. Well this would be fun: a perimeter, though she had suggested it, would be no fun. They'd be back to fearfully huddling in a tiny corner somewhere, too afraid to explore or stretch their legs, and probably to go up to the surface for good food. It would be nothing but Poptarts until the tunnels were repaired, probably: joy.

She wasn't expecting to find anyone on her way back. Sure, she wasn't using the same path that she'd come along, but whoever was down here was over by the Peek-a-boo call, and she certainly wasn't going that direction. And so her return pace was much faster and much less careful than it had been on her way there, and she didn't check the corner first before tearing around it and almost right into Jason and Alice. She shrieked something as she quickly swerved around them, the bike skidding along the ground past them until tearing into two parts that quickly reconfigured into two barricade-like walls, matched by Frizz to make a well-defended metal wall with minigun barrels jutting out behind which Mariya hid from whatever retaliation she expected. The middle gun spun up slightly as she inspected the two whom she'd nearly run over. One was an oddly-dressed fellow with some knives, and the other an innocent-looking little lady. Had she interrupted a mugging? Well that simply wouldn't do: she didn't particularly want to get involved with whatever was going on today, but since she was here already, and seemed to have the far-superior firepower in this situation, she figured it wouldn't hurt.

"Drop your weapons and step away from the lady!" the three robots declared in their different-timbered voices in unison.