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The robot pushed the real maid to the side and walked into the room. Skye expected the dress to tear in the middle and reveal a pizza-human cutter like the others but instead, the skin on the robot’s hands peeled off into pieces and revealed... knives. the robot’s entire arm was made of sharp pointy metal blades.

“Please don’t be throw blades. Please don’t be throw blades.” Skye muttered. The robot swung her arm at Skye like she was pitching a ball. Skye ducked. She turned her head to see a knife stuck to the wall behind her. “Of-fucking-course.”

The robot screeched and rubbed her blades together like she was sharpening them.

“Let’s keep it quiet. Someone’s sleeping.” Skye hissed at her. The robot frowned in confusion. Skye used that to her advantage. Skye moved to the robot’s side and swung her rod across her face. Half the face peeled off and revealed the circuits underneath.

A blow like that on any other person would have knocked them out, but the robot simply snarled more and swung her blades harder.

The robot grabbed a chair and threw it at her head. Skye ducked as the chair shattered the window and flew out of the building. Skye turned her rod around to the spear sided end (Bas’ tail) and stabbed the robot right in the shoulder. Skye must have hit some important connection since all the function in the robot’s left arm stopped.

Skye gave her no time to think, she twirled her rod around such that the end with Bas’ head was pointed at the robot. Bas always froze with different facial expressions. That time, Bas was baring his teeth, his mouth wide open.

Skye struck her rod right into the neck of the robot. Bas’ jaw got hinged to the wires underneath. She pulled the rod to the side pulling out all the wires. The robot’s eyes slowly turned black. Skye heard the real maid whimper in a corner as the fake one dropped to the ground. Skye sighed and disentangled Bas’s jaw from the wires and held it against the back of her arm, Bas’s head facing upwards.

“What exactly do you count as reckless?”

“Your welcome,” Skye replied as she faced Tristan. His hair was smooth on one side and messed up on the other and his eyes were still drowsy. She turned to the maid. “You saw nothing here.”

The maid quickly nodded as a drop of sweat slid down her beaded forehead. Skye placed her rod down and bent down to examine the robot. Somehow the wires that she had pulled out had turned completely black.

“You flooded her system with your poison?” Tristan asked as he looked down from the bed. Skye shook her head. She picked up the rod and examined the head. Some venom from her fingers were smeared onto Basilisk’s head.

“How can venom destroy a machine?” Skye asked, more to herself than anybody in that room. She got up and turned to the maid, who seemed to be stuck in her place with a horrified expression on her face. “We need a car. Now.”

The maid nodded and ran out of the room while making sure she kept a five feet distance from both of them and the robot.

“Is getting a car from her really the smartest thing?” Tristan asked as he stifled a yawn.

“We will ditch it the second I find another car,” Skye replied as she willed her rod back into Basilisk. Skye looked down at the robot. “We have to take that with us.”

Tristan shook his head. “It could have a tracking device in it.”

“That is a risk I am willing to take,” Skye said slowly. “These things seem to be able to track us down no matter where we are. We need to figure out how to destroy them before we end up dead.”

“You killed it,” Tristan replied.

“I have no idea how I did it. Venom doesn’t make sense because the lady from – God was it just yesterday? Well, she didn’t seem affected when I painted her face with venom.” Skye walked over the robot and made her way to the bedside table. She pulled out the envelope she had placed there and slipped it back into its original position; between her jeans hem and her stomach. Tristan sat down beside the robot and tried to peek inside the body using the hotel’s pen to lift the wires that Skye had pulled out.

“I know someone who is really good with this stuff.” He slowly began as Skye began to comb through her bird’s nest of a hair with her fingers.

“You sure they are alive?” she muttered.

“Nope.” Tristan shook his head. “Who do you plan on showing this to?”

“We’ll take it to Loupe and then figure something out,” Skye replied.

Tristan nodded. “Bas doesn’t seem to like the robot very much.”

Skye saw Basilisk curled up in a corner of the room opposite end to the robot, his head lying low. She walked to him and picked him up. “Can’t blame him.”

Basilisk curled against her tighter at the sound of a knock on the door. Skye gave Tristan a glance before opening the door. The timid maid stood behind the door with car keys in her hand. Skye opened the door wide to let her in. The maid walked in slowly, her eyes at her feet, wide and unblinking. “You can leave right now. You don’t have to pay for the room. I’ll take care of it.”

Tristan’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Why should we trust you?”

Skye leaned on the wall and waited for the maid to respond. The maid glanced around nervously around the room and her gaze landed on Basilisk curled around Skye’s shoulder.

“Because your mom saved mine during the great war.” She replied as she looked up at Skye. “I owe you one.”

Tristan looked up at her clearly waiting for her decision. There were rumours that went around during the early days after the end of the war about her mother and a bunch of other villains. Her mom had saved more people during the war than all the heroes combined. Unsurprisingly the government buried all the rumours and changed all the stats.

But it looked like the people remembered.

“What’s your name?” Skye asked her.

“Jamie Wolf, Ms Bentley.”

Skye could see Tristan smirk at her fake naming skills. Skye gave her a slight nod ignoring Tristan. “Tell me, Jamie, if you were to go missing...who would notice?”

Jamie’s face turned white as chalk as she gulped visibly. She replied, her voice quiet and wavering, “No one.”

Skye nodded slowly as she noticed Tristan was stifling a laugh. “What?”

“She thinks you’re going to kill her.” Tristan blurted. Skye turned to the freaked out maid.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Skye said slowly, stressing on the words. Skye paused as she rethought her next sentence. “Somebody hits you. You get abused, right?”

Jamie stared at her feet with her mouth slightly apart. “How?”

“You flinch every time I move my hand. You stand to the corner and stare at your feet very often. You can’t keep eye contact and your extremely still even though you have ADHD.”

Jamie’s head shot up.

“The last one was a guess but your expression tells me I’m right,” Skye said. Jamie looked back down at her feet. Skye sighed and glanced at Tristan, who understood her look and got off the bed, still limping. Skye never could make people feel better. The whole it-will-get better or the whole you-will-do-great or I-am-here-for-you shebang didn’t really work for her. Skye was someone who will tell you what deep down you really needed to hear but it sure as hell wouldn’t make you feel any better.

Tristan placed his hand lightly on Jamie’s shoulder. She flinched a bit at first but then ended up hugging him. Skye pressed her lips together as she sat there awkwardly.

Jamie pulled away from the hug but Tristan’s arm was still over her shoulder. She turned to look at Skye. “The car isn’t the owner’s. It’s mine so you don’t have to worry about the cops coming after you.”

Skye looked at Tristan and it was clear they were thinking the same thing. Well, Skye decided that they were cause she wasn’t going to change her mind.

“Wolf?”

Jamie looked up at Skye.

“How would you like to visit Rackror?”

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