Maxwell had been on edge ever since he stood out of bed in the morning. He had not gotten much sleep after helping Overshot throughout the night but when he awoke, she had been gone. He would've been interested in being at her interview at the mine but he wouldn't have been useful. Instead, he headed to college.

"Hey Max! Wait up!" he heard a calling from behind him as he entered the technology building. He pretended to ignore the call and walk on but the voice persisted and eventually caught up. "Hey Max, what's up?" the business student questioned.

"Ted, hey. It's good. You?" he gave an uninterested greeting.

"Fine, fine. Say listen, I was wondering how that game of yours is going? The one for your internship, not the college assignment," Max sighed in annoyance.

"I'm having bit of a set back at the moment. My demo will take a little longer than originally anticipated," Ted frowned at his words and grabbed Max's shoulder, forcing him to a halt.

"I did not sign up to be one of your 'models' or whatever just to be told to wait. I'm starting to think this entire game thing is just for you to get embarrassing footage on us wearing those terrible pyjamas," his eyes were narrowed as he pushed his palm into Max's shoulder in a threatening movement. Intimidated by the big guy in front of him, Max bend his head down.

"I'll see what I can do," he spoke in a weak voice, Ted smiling triumphantly.

"Yeah, you better," he shoved Max away, exiting the building with his intense figure. Max shook his head at his own pathetic form.

Max's internship involved him having to develop a rudimentary VR game using motion-tracking principles, and in turn, the gaming company paid a part of his intuition. In the early days of rough sketching, Max dreamt up the characters he had in mind and found his models from different sources. The majority of his small cast was college students who were happy to be in a game but not the waiting time that came with it.

They were very particular about their roles in the storyline and appearing perfectly.

Now with his contribution to an alien's business, he wasn't so sure about how his life would be affected. For one, he was going to have less free time.

A lot of less time.

Two hours later, Overshot stood in front of Max's campus. Tracking his phone, she easily discovered which building he was in and entered. She had left her actual body in a dark alleyway and entered the campus in her holoform. Her eyes were darting all over, analysing the human residents as they went about their stressful lives. Some eyes were sent her way but were casted away easily thereafter. She was wearing the biker outfit she had scanned from Max, her formal attire no longer needed.

She headed into the building his phone was located in and as she searched for him, she peered into rooms. When it didn't look like a huge amphitheatre of one person lecturing dozens of students, it was rows and rows of computers. She hummed in interest, realising that all the resources might prove useful later on.

Eventually she stopped in front of the room she figured would house her human pet, as she was particularly on top of the blip. In her human form, her scanners appeared to her in the form of a smart-watch, having decided it would be a good disguise when she saw the products on the internet. It didn't work all that different to her actual forearm scanners anyway.

She opened the door and peered inside. It was a computer room with rows and rows of students either working or chatting about. If there was a professor, she could not figure out which person it was. Most of the students who worked intently on their projects had their earphones on and since she had seen Max with his the previous day, she assumed he would too.

Sure enough, she spotted his purple hair on the other side of the centrum. She made her way over, eyes turning to her in interest before casting away. It felt odd to her that she was between so many humans and was still noteworthy, even though she wore a human disguise. She frowned to herself, making a note that she would still have to make more improvements to the holoform.

When she stood behind Max, she unceremoniously tugged his earphones off his head. He turned to reprimand her but stopped in his tracks when he saw her. She wore an uninterested and intense look.

"Overshot?" he asked in a shocked whisper. She gave him a scowl. Snapping out of his shock, he blinked and shook his head. "Artemis, why are you here?"

She ignored his question and instead looked past his head onto his screen. It showed the vector outlining of a 3D object's skeleton, spheres indicating the joints. The object was immediately familiar to her and she openly frowned, looking down at him.

"Why are you generating a digital model of my alt-mode?" he gaped and turned to his design before shooting his head back towards her.

"Because I'm... uncreative?" she shot him a glare, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "We're supposed to be creating an animal and I thought... well, I have a prime live example of a panther so I should be able to create a pretty accurate model, right?" he tried to explain.

"If that is what you believe. Replicate the animal aspect all you wish, but the Cybertronian aspect you do not have my permission to exploit. Nothing digitally is private on this planet," speaking in a hushed tone to him, she nodded in thought as she looked at the model. She would not admit it, but he mapped it out near perfectly. She turned her head to him. "Let us leave," she demanded. Max sighed in response.

"It's still class hours. You're going to have to wait," she growled at this but stopped when she concluded to herself that it would be best for him to not change his schedule if it could be helped. She did not want anyone on his case as it may lead to her. She nodded.

"Alright. I will wait," she answered, Max openly gaping at her in shock.

"Uhm, well... okay. Thanks," very confusedly, he turned back in his seat to work on the computer again. Overshot looked towards the student who sat next to him, his earphones on the entire time. He probably didn't even know she was there. She pulled his earphones off as well, now standing with two pairs of earphones in her hands. The student turned around to start flipping her off, Max staring at her with an even more confused expression.

"What the hell man?!" the student snapped.

"I require your seat," she ordered with a straight face. Some students loitering around turned to see what the commotion was about.

"Like hell you do! Give me back my music!" Overshot gave him an intense stare, eyebrows frowning in a scowl. She tsk'ed loudly in annoyance. She gave Max back his earphones before walking off with the student's, said male standing up with a look near disgusted. Everyone was looking at Overshot now.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" she went to stand near the window and held her arm back with a grip on his earphones. "Don't!" she threw her arm forward, the earphones catapulting out of the building and straight into the fountain twenty metres away.

"Shit man!" the student ran out the room to retrieve his earphones. Many students snickered around her, commenting on her throwing arm and that he deserved it. She headed back to Max and pulled the now vacant seat towards his computer and taking a seat.

"Carry on," she nodded towards him. He sighed in disbelief.

"Was that necessary?"

"Completely. The terrestrial should learn his place," she bend forward to place her head in her hand, arm propped up on the table. "Continue your rendering of my body," Max would've been embarrassed at her words was he not intensely aware that the girl beside him wasn't even a girl. He nodded and carried on, placing layers over his design and began to work on texture and such. Overshot stared intently at his work the entire time, picking apart at what he had decided would one day be his career path. She had not exactly figured game development or a virtual reality to be important to her cause and thus had no knowledge of the topic. She would learn from his experience.

"Hey! Chick!" the angered student stormed back into the classroom a few minutes later, soaked headphones in his hand. "What was all that about?" Overshot stood from her seat and headed over towards him, getting up right in his face.

"You should not have denied me access," she spoke with an intense voice. "I always get what I want,"

"Not here you don't," with narrowed eyes, Overshot easily grabbed at his arm and turned his body around, bending his arm forcibly into his back. He hissed in pain.

"I am your superior. Best you learn that now," she threw him forward, his body tumbling into the floor. Some others went to help him but the majority were snickering. Overshot turned back and went to take the seat again.

"Was that necessary?" he was exhausted with her actions.

"Was it not effective?" she retorted, eyes trained on the student as he quickly grabbed his bag and left in a hurry. He didn't even save his progress on the computer and left his memory stick still in the port. Oh well.

She plucked the memory stick and placed it in one of her jacket's pockets. It might be useful later.

"You really are something," Max sighed. Overshot just continued to watch him work, examining his design and coding. Although the coding language made no sense to her she had a translator she could use on written words, some of the lines of code struck out with more meaning that others.

"The movement is not appearing natural," she commented when he tested out some basic walking mechanics.

"Yeah. Probably something with the joints," he responded in such a fazed tone since he was in the 'zone'. He went back to the skeleton and Overshot pointed a finger at the spine.

"It is too straight," nodding, Max tried her idea and sure enough, the movement was more fluid thereafter.

"You really are intelligent,"

"Did I not already explain to you that it is the purpose for my existence?"

"I don't believe people have only one purpose,"

"I am not people," he sat back and turned his head to face her. She stared back at him, not blinking. She forgot that she needed to do that and instead only blinked when her eyes became irritable. He sighed.

"Alright. I give. Let's go," after saving his progress on a memory stick, the pair left the room and headed to exit the building.

"The... mine. How'd it go?" he eventually asked, almost afraid of her response. Did she fail? Did she succeed? Did she eat the contractor or used her plasma cutter on him?

She appeared calm and did not mention it out of her own. He figured that no news was good news.

"Exactly as anticipated. I am now the single owner of the estate," he released a breath of relief.

"Okay, but I still don't get how? Where did the money come from?"

"Ah, yes. Your credit cards link up to the corresponding bank account and your currency is then transferred from the first to the second bank account. With my Cybertronian coding, I could easily hack your bank's encrypted lines so that instead of the card linking up with a single account, it links with multiples. When transactions will be made in the future from the other bank accounts, a small portion of money will be transferred to the bank account the estate agent used.

However, for all parties, my 'virus' entails that the numbers reflected are as they would expect and with due time, the money will be fully transferred to the estate agent. The only problem entails when the bank accounts are drained, because it will then reflect that although it is stated that money is left, there would be none.

Furthermore, I overcame this problem by researching the bank you use. They lose a large amount of money yearly, a lot more than I would have needed for the estate. After a thorough search into the bank's software, I have discovered the Trojan virus that yearly transacts a sum of money to a third party of hackers. I have dealt with the virus, as well as the hackers, and the bank will not know any better at the end of the year. To them it would appear as if they have just lost the money they lose anyway and like they usually do, make some sort of compensation to their bankers. Meanwhile, my estate will have long been fully paid off by the collective people and next year without the implementation of my own virus, the bank will start to make money again.

The bank is basically just paying me for my services," Max stared at her as she explained in a hushed tone, jaw almost hitting the floor.

"When you said 'dealt with the hackers', do you mean..?" he asked with a shaky voice.

"I traced their Trojan to their computer and installed a R.A.T onto the computer. It granted me access to install a virus that would activate when they attempt to access the bank's software again. It would trigger a deletion protocol to wipe their hacking software, as well consume the computer's resources in order to overheat the processor. My virus also overrides temperature controls and the computer will be set on fire as a result. I have also upgraded the bank's security in the event that they will make another attempt again, and if they do, my virus will just be installed onto their computer again and set it on fire. I do not think they will be persuasive much," she answered calmly.

"And when did you become an expert hacker?" he questioned, running a hand down the side of his face in exasperation.

"Last night. This was after you passed out and I finished the eleventh tutorial on social expectancy. There is a thing called the 'dark web' I had not previously been acquainted with that proved to carry a lot of valuable information, especially about hacking and your government's flaws. Your computer does not have the highest specifications, but it did prove enough to create and launch my viruses. Although, I did have to implement Cybertronian software to identify and track the hackers which I installed from my equipment," she said, holding up her smart-watch. "It was all an easy task. All that took more time than expected was to learn how your keyboard works," Max had his eyes wide.

"You used my computer to hack?!" he hissed in a soft tone at her. "What if they track me?! I'll get arrested!" she scowled at him.

"There is no software on this planet that can even remotely come close to identifying my Cybertronian software. I checked," she nodded towards him with a nod. "Furthermore, I erased my traces. You need not worry," it did not make him feel any better.

"I am so screwed," he shook his head in disbelief. She openly growled at him.

"Stop with this pathetic display," he still walked with slumped shoulders, following Overshot to... he did not know where.

"And the contractor? How did the conversation go?"

"Ah, yes. I voiced my request that we only deal with business and it worked. It was a short interview and everything he had asked, I had made preparations for them with you last night. It was as expected," he nodded, satisfied with that.

"That's good then. So are we headed to the mine now?"

"Not yet. I have determined a hardware business nearby. I require basic materials for now," she answered, the two outside the building.

"We can take my bike?" she nodded and followed him to where he parked.

"Where's your real body?"

"Two blocks away,"

"In the town?"

"It is well hidden,"

"Sure," he answered, unconvinced.

After placing Overshot's order and giving the location of where the shipment had to be brought too, the pair were off again. Most of the resources she ordered were steel and iron products.

"And is this money coming from the people of Texas using my bank as well?" he questioned as they headed to his bike. It was still early in the day since his class had been a morning one.

"Yes. As I had said, the money they lose yearly is more than the estate so there is a margin I can work with. I will look into other banks and other sources for currency as well. When we open the business on top of my base, we will have our own source of income and then we will not have to worry. For now, these methods will have to suffice," Max wasn't sure how he felt about stealing so much money, nor the hacking. He was conflicted between his somewhat righteous morality and the alien that could step on him. Although, if the money was being stolen anyway, then wasn't this almost... righteous? Stealing from those who stole it in the first place? And she upgraded the bank's security at that. This made him wonder exactly how Overshot's morality worked. She could have easily just taken the entire bank's money.

He would take his chances with the alien over his government.

He might have a chance for survival then.

"What will the business be?" he questioned.

"That decision I will leave to you," he looked at her with surprise. "It is unimportant to me. You can design the interior as well. I will build it," she said with certainty, heading off with some of the materials under her arm. Humming in interest, Max started his bike and followed behind slowly.

"So like... anything? Anything at all?" Overshot sighed at him.

"No, I guess not everything. I do not think building a snow lodge in the middle of Texas will be successful," Max nodded in thought. "So it must be attractable to the population,"

"You know what will raise population even more? If we build a tram or something for transport to the town,"

"I will take it into consideration," she noted.

"But yeah, I think with all the canyons around that it would be best to make some sort of tourist attraction," he thought aloud.

"What do you propose?"

"Something like cable cars to the top of the mesa or a horse ranch or something and it can add to a small motel and then a business on the side. Oh I'm having so much fun brainstorming," he admitted.

"Draw me up your ideas and I will examine it," she nodded towards him. "I will construct the base and top building first, and then you can create designs based on the building,"

"Do I have the budget?"

"The collective currency of the Texas state's residents," he chuckled at how plainly she stated it.

"I'll keep that in mind,"