Whisky was lounging in the shadow of a pile of rubble in front of a subway entrance when he saw the two figures exit the tunnels and began walking toward his position. He idly watched them, planning on leaving them alone when he recognized the little one as a bomb defuser. The robotic hound remembered that his unit often escorted the "little buggers", as one of his human handlers had said, through mine fields. He began cursing his luck as his programming kicked in and began attempting to force him to escort the little drone. Fortunately, "Or is it unfortunately?", Mused Whisky, as he was raising up, he saw what appeared to be a large pack of level 1 canine androids. He counted 12 of the canines, and based on their erratic movements and violent responses to innocuous actions, such as being bumped into, he deduced that the unfortunate robots had become corrupted. His programming recognizing the new threat ordered a new approach, and Whisky crouched back down n the shadows preparing to leap into the fray.