Mohan shifted his mechanical arm into sword mode, a blade of blue light forming. "The third option would be to kill you, assuming you'd tall about this meeting," he said. "I would hate to, but I would do it for my cause."
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Eight watched as the girl got up to went to do something, the familiar sounds of a struggle echoed from outside the building. "Oh boy..." the automaton said to herself, she took her needle up properly and rummaged about a bit more, finding pieces she has used and made before for certain situations. "Alright...they are all here..." she turned to look for the technician, whose name she had still somehow failed to learn. "hum, where did she..." as if an early reply, the woman yelled out to someone else, Eight swiveled around to see the garage door open. "Uh oh..." she jumped out of her little box and ran to the edge of the table, not as tall a drop as she had expected, she leapt from the tabletop and landed on the ground. She wanted to see what was going on..."And here we go..." she clicked her heels together and some small wheels protruded from them, she began to skate speedily towards the broo-hah-hah going on outside. "Um...Vee? whats going on?" she yelled as best she could, which wasn't too loud...