|Blaza's POV|

"Did you find it yet Meme?"

I asked him while hiding from the cameras behind a blueprint display.

"Hmmm..."

He was flying around in the whole museum, phasing in and out of walls with no trouble. Meanwhile, I was looking for the thing in the blueprints display while I was trying to make sure I won't get caught.

The bots really thought making a whole blueprint section in the museum was interesting?!

"Aha!"

Meme announced and floated back towards me.

"I think I found what we were looking for. It's actually at the junk isle, found an awfully suspicious door. I can't go through the door because it has snow."

"You mean just salt?"

I eyes him and questioned why he referred salt as snow.

"Look, it's embarrassing that I can't go near small dusted minerals ok?"

Meme confessed, clearly annoyed about the topic.

"I remember touching salt, I know how it feels like, I know what it is, I know how it tastes even!"

He started rambling.

"I guess that's what you get for being a ghost, how did you die anyway?"

I asked, but instantly regretted it when Meme turned his head around and shot me a cold look that made me jump.

"Oh right, no personal questions..."

I mumbled under my breath.

"Sorry."

"Apology taken. Now, let's go! We're wasting way too much time talking."

Meme already phased through a wall and went to the junk isle in the museum. I didn't get a chance to tell him that we were slow because he started rambling about salt.

Why does he always leave me alone like this anyway?

If I could punch Meme in the face, I would. Just so he can feel how it's like to always have to keep your guard up and worry about getting killed all the time. But what can I do? He's a ghost.

I checked on how much oxygen I had left. There was a meter on the tank, and it said that there was almost about a quarter of air left.

I had to move quick.

I took out the small map I 'borrowed' from earlier and started to head to the junk isle carefully.

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I was now looking at the thing that I was looking for. The thing was a old splintered picture frame with some signatures of people's names. It didn't look much but there was something else special to it. The frame's edges was embedded in salt, making the artifact sparkle and glitter. I took out a blue spray can attached to my belt and shook it before spraying on the frame.
An alarm to the museum immediately went off once the frame touched the paint of the spray. I quickly sprayed the rest of the thing and blew on it.
It revealed a message that said: "WestFern Park" with a marking of a five pointed star besides it.

Good, another clue.

"Uhhh, I think we gotta go Blaza!"

Meme yelled from the other side of the vast room.

"Coming!"

I responded and grabbed the edges of the frame and swung it down hard on the floor. I made sure that the frame's glass was all cracked and broken, just so that bots won't be able to see the message.
Then I ran.
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|No one's POV|

Back in the tunnel, a bot in a black suit trimmed their slim mechanical fingers against the tunnel, scraping it. Causing the metal walls to make that awful screeching sound. The bot has commanded and reassured the others that everything was taken care of and to not enter the tunnels till further investigation.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

They walked in the tunnels and spotted the corpse of their fallen soldier. Their head dissembled poorly by a human, judging by the last sighing and the pipe clattered to the side.
There was a large gap on the side of the corpse's head: oil, electric wires, and metal parts spilled all over the place from the gap.

This is almost beyond repair...

The bot leaned down and inspected the damage that's been done. They looked into the head to see two things missing:
A brain chip and a restrainer.

The bot stood back up and sighed. It was as they feared to be. The bot pulled out their gun and activated it, the purple gun lit up to life.

"I'm very sorry for this mate, I appreciated your service as long as it lasted."

They pulled the trigger and shot the bot's heart. That was at least what they could do to end the bot's misery. The code from the bot however, they were going to keep.
The bot put their gun away and extracted four steel robotic claws attached to their back and started to drag the body to the incinerator. On their way there, they felt the presence of another being.

"I would like to take that corpse from you if you don't mind sir."

The bot who was dragging the corpse whipped their head around and saw another figure, wearing a dark gray cloak. The cloaked figure slightly tilted their head up enough for the bot to see them wearing a half gas mask and revealing a set of green eyes that seemed to illuminate under the hood.

"Oh, hello again."

The bot responded, recognizing the person instantly. The cloaked figure nodded.

"Good to see you not wanting to kill me in first sight."

The figure walked beside the bot and then around the dragged corpse.

"Nice subject you got there, shame that you'll be burning it."

The cloaked figure continued to walk around the corpse.

"What do you want with this old piece of junk? I'm keeping 4z/ 3tw/ 1s/ 3t/ 's code if that's what you're looking for."

The bot finally asked, slightly irritated that this figure is slowing them down to complete their task.

"Oh I'm not here for the code. I'm here to collect the corpse, see what I can do with it. If your puppets get so easily battered up like this, I think I could do a better job at fixing them."

The cloaked figure answered and stopped moving around the corpse.

"Slightly offended I have to say but..."

The bot paused and retracted all their robotic claws back to where they came from, releasing the corpse from the grip.

"You do make a good point in them being so vulnerable. This is nothing but a useless piece of junk to me now of course,"

The bot faced to the figure.

"Perhaps I shall give you another chance, see what you can do. But this time, I am expecting full on perfection. No flaws, no casualties."

The bot kicked the corpse towards the cloaked figure.

"Now I have business to attend to, keep the corpse and make sure you succeed in whatever foolishness you're about to do."

Under the mask, the cloaked figure smiled.

"And I'll thank you for that, L4FF"

They saluted and disappeared along with the corpse.

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*Adds in some mystery*

If anyone's going to ask who the cloaked figure is, I have no idea-