_transmission 4_
"Okay, we're going to have to pass through the Kam surveillance room to get to the freezer," the white haired girl informed Casper as they neared a glossy white door, the only door they had seen that wasn't made of glass.
"how_many_dracs_will_be_in_the_surveillance_room" Casper asked looking up at the white haired girl with his wide, round optical lenses.
"I think usually there are only three or four," she said unsurely, the uncertainty in her voice scared Casper causing him to huddle closer to her scraped and bruised legs, "Don't worry I'll go first and take them out."
"okay_be_careful" Casper told her, wishing that he was a combat robot. Unfortunately ghost bots were not built to fight Dracs, and although he had tried, he was unable to wield a ray gun.
The white haired girl took a deep breath, drew her ray gun from her holster and slowly turned the door handle, trying not to let it squeak.
When the handle was turned completely she gave Casper one last look and pushed the door open. Casper closed his optical shutters.
He detected no sound.
He reopened his optical shutters to see the white haired girl standing dumbfounded in the doorway, the white door wide open. He peered around the doorframe and saw that the surveillance room was abandoned; the chairs in front of the countless monitors were empty and pushed out in all directions as if the Dracs had to leave in a hurry.
"Um," the white haired girl spoke, staring at the scene in confusion, "what?"
Casper cautiously lifted one metal limb and placed his suction cup on the white tile floor of the room.
No alarm went off, no trap door opened in the floor, no Dracs came running from hidden corners of the room. Casper and the white haired girl looked at each other for a moment before the white haired girl shrugged and they entered the room, closing the door behind them.
When they looked up at the monitors they realized where all the Dracs had gone. One monitor displayed what looked like a front lobby, where a few killjoys were spraying lasers at a swarm of Dracs that greatly outnumbered them.
"killjoys_are_here" Casper realized with glee, "look_killjoys_in_the_lobby"
He looked up at the white haired girl expecting her to scold him for being excited to see killjoys, but she seemed oblivious to the tiny robot's pronouncements. She stared at the black and white screen completely mesmerized.
"Who's that one?" she asked placing a finger on the monitor, not taking her eyes off of the screen.
Casper focused his optical lenses on the figure that she was pointing to and immediately recognized the bright haired killjoy. He debated for a second whether or not he should admit to his extensive knowledge of all things killjoy, then finally just told her, "that_is_party_poison"
"Party Poison," she said to herself, trying the name on her lips, before suddenly snapping out of her daze and turning to face Casper, "it's just that he's a good shot."
"yes_he_is_a_high_profile_killjoy" Casper told her, before realizing that was an understatment, "he_is_number_one_on_the_extermination_list"
"We should go down there and help those killjoys, they're way outnumbered," the white haired girl insisted suddenly, turning her back on the door to the freezer and drawing her ray gun again.
"but_the_plasma_fluid_" Casper started, confusion lacing his robot voice, "you_said_no_heroics"
"I may not like the killjoys, but I can't just sit back and watch them die," she decided as she opened the door leading back into the corridor, "you get the plasma fluid and I'll meet you at our meet up spot before nightfall."
"promise_" Casper asked uncertainly, his optical lenses focusing on the white haired girl standing in the doorway.
"Promise," she reassured him with a smile.
And with that she was gone.
_end transmission_