Chapter 11

Maybe it was the 'cold' wind, or the angle at which it was at. For it cast a large shadow down on them. Beck and Call stood outside of Cherry Dynamics' building, or what was left of it. The damage from Trinity clearly showed, from busted windows to cracking walls with some debris around it all. While Beck only glaced at it, before heading in, Call stared at it for a moment.

"Call, you comin?"

"I Question this building's constructional integrity."

"If it can still stand it's fine to me."

Call slowly nodded her head, and followed him in. The once packed company headquarters was now deserted, and the only one there was a barely functioning robot. It sat the desk and was putting away paperwork. It's limb creaked with each movement and it looked it's arms would snap at any second.

"CaN I HelP YoU?"

It's voice wavered as it spoke.

"Can you tell us where Graham is? We have to get some paperwork from him."

"He'S UP In hIs OFFicE. JUst TaKe ThE EleVAtor up To FlOOr 7. He'LL bE in RooM 14."

"Thanks."

Beck waved goodbye as he spoke. The elevator was right beside the desk. When Beck hit the button, it might as well have been Death's doorbell. It's door needed some oil to cure it's screech and slow opening time. This time it took a few minutes for Beck to go in. Even then he seemed 'unsettled' standing in it.

"Umm...Let's go Call."

His voice sounded uncertain.

"I Question this elevator's constructional integrity."

"It'll be fine….I think."

Call carefully stepped in and pushed the 7th floor button. The door's screeched closed, and the elevator spoke and jolt at it started it up. It screamed as it carried them, and it sounded like it's lines were about to snap. Beck nervously twiddled his thumbs as Call drifted back into her thoughts.

Something isn't right, besides this elevator of course. Yesterday, the streets were covered in out of control robots, and yet…. Observation: But Beck and I were only able to gather data on eight robots on the way here. Plus, our plan to gather the robots hasn't even begun. Question: Where did they go to?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. The elevator came to a stop. As soon as the doors opened Beck grabbed Call's hand and quickly pulled her out of it. He let out a sigh of relief.

"I know I said it was fine, but I was getting worried there. Good thing we didn't have to go to the 36th floor, Right?"

"Affirmative."

"Come on, We still got to find Graham's room."

The hall didn't seem that long, but it must have been. The room numbers' seemed to stretch on and on. Call was scanning at the office numbers until it caught her eye. Some drops of oil were on the floor's carpet. When Beck stopped to read a number Call let go of his hand.

"Call. Call?"

She didn't respond. Tracking. The little drops continued down the hall. For every few steps she took the drops got bigger, soon becoming small puddles. The trail came to end at door, and she reached to open it. Someone quickly grabbed her hand.

"What do think you're doing?"

Graham quickly moved between Call and the door. Only then did he let go of her hand.

"Tracking."

"Tracking what?"

His voice was emotionless. Scanning.

"The drops of oil on the carpet."

Call pointed down at them, Graham glanced at them. Light footsteps could be heard from down the hall.

"That's none of your concern."

"I can not 'feel concern'."

Emotions: Mixed. While his emotions were mixed irritation was clear in his voice.

"I don't care about WHAT you feel. You shouldn't metal around in other people's buildings."

The footsteps had drawn near, and Beck came into sight.

"There you are Call! I lost track of you for a minute there. Oh, Hi Graham."

Beck stood beside Call. Before he could say anything else an envelope was shoved into his hands.

"What ar-"

"My secretary said you were coming up to my room. I knew you were here for the papers, so I was coming from my office to meet you. Now, that you're here though."

He took Beck and Call's arms, and pulled them with him.

"Allow me to escort you to the elevator."

New Observations,and File made.

"Jeez, you don't hav-"

"No, I insist."

They stayed quiet as he 'walked' them to the elevator.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

He shoved them into the elevator and hit the 1st floor button. He waved goodbye as the doors closed on their faces, and it started down.

"Well, that was nice?"

"Negative."

"I agree. Especially that stuff about coming from his office."

Call turned her head toward Beck.

"Please Explain."

"Why do you think I stopped walking Call? We were right outside of room 14, you know his office number."

"Interesting."

"I guess."

-Investigation File-

New Observation: Graham and White are still in contact. The reason though is unknown.

New Observation: Trinity's condition (to anyone that is not White) is unknown. Why?

-Graham-

New Observation: Robot numbers have drastically changed since yesterday.

Question: Where did they (the robots) go to?

Question: Why is there an oil trail in Cherry Dynamics' headquarters? It is not a robot factory?

New Observation: Graham is showing 'suspicious' behavior. Will keep watch on.

-updates from today-

Objective Update: Proceed to Graham's place to retrieve paperwork, and scan/gather data on robots along the way. Also ensure that Beck gets to see Professor White. In Action.

Author's Note-Things are getting complicated now. Thanks for reading, and please comment. Thank you!