"Jacques, how much power do we have left?" Morjian asked. She stretched out her neck further, peering over the side of the building. Below them, city lights flared in the night sky. Cars dashed from there to there, screeching their brakes and the drivers swearing. Florescent lights flashed from buildings and advertisements. The subway, running above ground in a glass tunnel, was just a streak of light that caught the eye before it was gone.

Loud, hectic, and evil. Almost all cities were like that now.

Ever since the SR made an appearance, people were deathly afraid of robots, afraid that theirs was a killing machine. So they got rid of them, creating the scrap pits. Junkyards were overflowing with piles and piles of disassembled robots, either rusting or new.

But one man's junk is another man's treasure, so the saying goes. Scrap pits are jackpot treasure chests, with a giant X painted in the fluorescent paint, and with spotlights added, for junkers like us. Computer parts, arms, legs, basically anything electronic, it's mostly all still working and ripe for the pick.

A young man, about twenty-three, glanced up from blending over a glowing computer screen. His right green eye almost shone neon against his dark tan skin, the left eye was dark blue, with white sparks snapping through the pupil. Shoulder length brown-blonde hair was hidden beneath a hood, connected to a scarf around his neck. A brown shirt covered his muscular frame, with black pants tucked into black knee-high boots. Thin lips curled back to reveal glistening white teeth in a smile.

"Still the same since you've asked me last, Morjian." He bent over the screen again. "Eighty-four percentage left. More than enough to get this mission finished." A robotic arm clicked against the keys of his laptop, the metal streaked with blue, and different colored wired showing through.

Morjian sighed and turned to face the cities again. "Let's hope we actually get this done, instead of it ending up like last time."

Jacques laughed, glancing up at her. "Last time was your fault, Morjian."

Morjian rolled her eyes, mimicking his sentence while pressing a gadget hooked to the side of her face. A mask of metal spread over her forehead, covering her eyes with red glasses. A wave of frustration rolled through her as she looked around the city, course and bitter. It was her fault that mission failed, but it would never happen again.

She would make sure of that.

The binoculars outlined humans as blue, robots as red. Everything without energy was a blurry black. Morjian grimaced as blue mixed with red appeared everywhere. Cyborgs had been popular before the SR's, and some people still had robotic limbs.

One of the newest kinds of SR were disguised as humans. They looked, walked, and talked exactly like people, perfect in almost every way, except for one flaw. They all looked the same. And they were made of metal, hence, the binoculars.

Morjian sighed as she saw a couple arguing over a meal, reminding her of her own rumbling stomach. "After this, we are going to Chef's for some grub."

Jacques barely looked up. "I don't think Chef would like you calling his food 'grub'." Still looking at the screen, he reached into a leather bag next to him. "Besides, I got some stuff."

Morjian grabbed a bag of dried cinnamon apples from Jacques' hands, ripping it open and stuffing one in her mouth. The flavor of a juicy apple and spicy-sweet cinnamon exploded on her taste buds, satisfying her hunger for the moment.

Jacques' mouth turned upwards slightly. "I think someone was hungry," he muttered, taking an apple from the bag in her hand.

Morjian rolled her eyes. "Shut it," she grumbled over a mouth full, turning back to scan the city.

Jacques shrugged, return to the screen and biting into the apple.

Morjian was just about to give up and try somewhere else when a flash of red appeared in her screen. She blinked, stunned for a moment, then searched for any blue on the figure. None.

"We got one," she yelled, disengaging her screen mask, turning, and shoving their equipment in a bag. Jacques jerked his head up, snapping his laptop closed and shoving it in the leather bag while swinging it on his back.

"Where?" He asked, sliding a giant gun onto his back and two energy pistols to his leg.

"Mall," Morjian replied, stepping over to the center of the flat building roof.

"Of course the mall," Jacques sighed, following Morjian to the center.

Morjian took a deep breath, the bolted to the side, swinging over the three feet ledge with ease. Falling down, she pressed her feet to the side of the building, springing off to the other one across the street. Spreading her legs wide, she activated the grips on her shoes and hit the side of the building with one foot. Lifting up the other foot, she pressed it down and ran, crawling up the side of the iron and glass like a spider, Jacques following in suit. They quickly moved in that fashion to the mall, avoiding the streets and stunning window cleaners.

The mall was a giant glass building for shoppers to shop and business to thrive. It was made of four skyscrapers altogether, with glass hallways connecting them. Shops and vendors crowded together, but somehow there was enough room for decorations. Glass chandeliers, plants, leather seats, it was a place for comfort and bankruptcy. People were everywhere. Buying, selling, arguing, even singing, there was no end to the massive crowds. Morjian and Jacques tried to avoid the place like the plague.

Morjian leaped off a tower next to the mall, crashing into a window and spreading glass everywhere. Jacques landed next to her, rolling to take some of the impacts from the landing.

"There are more calm ways of entering a building," he shouted back above the screaming hysterics of people.

Morjian rolled her eyes, turning to the hectic crowds. "Hey!" She shouted, waving her long arms in a way of grabbing their attention.

She tried and failed.

Huffed angrily, she dug in her pocket for a silver whistle. Finding it, she brought it to her lips and blew with all she was capable of. The piercing scream shrieked through the air, stopping everyone in their tracks. "There is an SR here!" She shouted, grabbing her chance while everyone stared at her. "We need everyone to exit the building calmly, and in an orderly fashion."

Everyone began screaming again and bolting for the doors. Morjian sighed. "So much for calmly and orderly."