Pat and Paul talked amoungst themselves. Their leader in the back, loading his gun, and unloading it. Himself lost in his thoughts. When the car stopped he looked up. His robotic hand reaching out to unlock the door. He felt his new bandages as he hopped out the car. He walked along, both sides covered by a line of soldiers, standing at attention. In front of him, his most trusted soldiers. None other than Pat and Paul. He sat down at his desk, rubbing his head in irritation as he listening to the soldiers walk around. The metal floor of the base echoed their foot steps. Occasionally, he would hear a rhythm to the steps.

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Sorry about the short chatper my darlings!