Claptrap felt normal. Dark dank place, guys with guns searching for him so they can inflict a world and two moons of pain on him? Most people, maybe even Nisha on a bad day, would feel terrified that they were stuck in this sort of situation. But Claptrap? He lived like this pretty much every single day, even when he lived in Sanctuary.

Now, that didn't mean he was acting brave and leading Nisha around safely. He was still cowardly Claptrap, managing to remain quiet while he and Nisha kept a hairbreadth distance from the patrolling soldiers.

The soldiers were smarter than the usual bandits, as the previous chapters have been stating. They worked in pairs, never looked off in a random direction, kept their guns up and ready, and radioed in reports every few minutes. Nisha would have gladly picked off a few of the soldiers by now if they weren't so properly paranoid. It's like playing Spy in a server of professional players, you're dead the moment you left spawn.

Claptrap and Nisha had been forced into another part of the factory, the eastern side. This part was used for tours back in the day; a obvious hint being all of the dry and hardened wads of gum in each corner of the wing. All of the trashbins were left overstuffed with wrappers, half-eaten snacks, bottles that had opened and had one sip removed before thrown away, barf, smokes of different styles, and dirty diapers. How inconsiderate of the people who abandoned the factory to leave their trashcans full before turning tail.

The old smell was the least of the two's problems. They had gotten cornered by four soldiers, who were getting dangerously close to their position. Nisha and Claptrap had wedged themselves behind one of the fake machines meant for the tour and for employees to sneak into the hollow machines to have sex in. Like any half-decent gamer in a stealth game, Nisha started to become impatient. She felt like she should just forgo sneaking around and go into battle guns blazing. It would be no different than the usual affairs of a Vault Hunter.

Of course, she had only one arm to fire guns with. And her partner is Claptrap…

"We need to rush them and get back to Not-Jack." Nisha grunted under her breath.

"What if they're waiting just for that?" Claptrap asked. "We run out and they pick us off with headshots?"

"I got a good shield." Nisha tapped on the shield attached to her belt. "It should absorb most of the damage and allow me enough time to pick off the goons. And you know…" She flicked Claptrap's eye. "You could help me. You have two arms after all."

"But you know how people are like!" Claptrap pushed Nisha's finger away. "They see a Claptrap, they see a target! If I go out there…"

"You'll be the perfect distraction!" Nisha snapped her fingers before picking up Claptrap and tossing him out into the line of sight of the four goons. The soldiers were quite frankly stunned by the sight of screeching machine skidding across the floor before it a wall and stopped. Stopped moving, not stopped screeching. The soldiers weren't trained to understand what just happened or how to react properly to it. One of them did gain a smart enough idea to raise his gun up to go and shoot it, only to be shot down. Not by a friendly verbally, but by a enemy violently.

Nisha sprang out from her hiding place after cocking the hammer back on her revolver. The enemy she just shot survived the headshot, but his shield had collapsed. Nisha unloaded another bullet at him and the soldier fell down dead. Two other soldiers promptly pulled out their SMGs and started to unload onto Nisha. She ran off to the side, while locking in the next bullet. Nisha got off a second shot before ducking behind another fake machine.

The third soldier who didn't attack Nisha decided to get help. He reached for his radio and called out, "Intruders in Tour Area! Repeat!" He didn't have a chance to repeat as a bullet smacked the radio out of his hand. As he turned around to face the shooter, he got hit by another bullet going right into his shoulder. More bullets slammed into his body as a panicking Claptrap continued to fire his pistol off until the gun reminded him ten times that the gun had been emptied.

With the soldier falling down dead from repeated trauma, the other soldiers turned around and wasted no time…reloading their guns following their attack on Nisha. Claptrap tossed his empty gun at the soldier to his left, who let it fly into his chest and bounce off the shield.

At least this distraction allowed Nisha enough time to get in position and ready three shots to finish off the penultimate soldier. The final soldier pulled out a grenade and tossed it down on the floor, unleashing a column of smoke that billowed out and covered both Nisha and Claptrap. The two 'heroes' heard the fast footsteps of someone running off. "After him!" Nisha cried out as she followed after the footsteps with a gun in hand. "Screw stealth, kill everyone!" Nisha screeched as a sly smile returned to her face.

Claptrap decided to first do the first thing that all players do when they clear a room of enemies, loot the bodies. The guns of the soldiers were a quality higher than the ones that Claptrap had been using, plus he needed to restock on ammo. And the money will help too. The purple SMGs definitely had better stats than his current loadout…save for magazine size. Oh well. Armed with his weapon, Claptrap sprang forward to join Nisha.

The surviving soldier had already called in for backup, with a rocket launcher soldier leading the pack. A big old rocket launcher that could destroy Nisha's shield in one shot and put her in dire straits. Nisha deftly holstered her pistol and retrieved her whip. With the soldier readying up a shot, Nisha cracked her arm and sent the whip lassoing out and latching onto the launcher. With a good firm yank on her trusty weapon, she pulled back and got the launcher to land in her hands.

Not bad for someone that hadn't used that weapon in a long time.

"Best start running." She wisely advised the soldier she just stole from. Instead of doing the smart thing of dashing out of the way of the woman who was pointing a high-yield Torque Rocket Launcher at him, the soldier pulled out his knife and went right towards Nisha. Not wanting to waste a shot (Nor did she want to smack herself with the face with her own rocket), she butted the approaching enemy with the launcher. A nice crack of a snapped jaw made Nisha giggle like a schoolgirl who just posted some nude pics of a girl she didn't like. (Which Nisha did all the time during her school days, in case you forgot she's EVIL.)

The other soldiers took the right idea of moving away from the crazy lady armed with the dangerous rocket launcher. Nisha found herself actually enjoying this little adventure. She turned towards two soldiers who gotten themselves over a small makeshift barrier of a bench, two iron boxes, four steel barrels (That were grey, so they weren't explosive.) and a giant stuffed frog that once served as the mascot to the factory, but after it became a choking hazard for all children (As proved by a mother who demonstrated on live-TV by jamming the giant plushie down her child's throat) it fell into obscurity. Nisha hollered out a chortle as she fired a missile towards the barricade, eliminating it and the soldiers at once.

Two more shots remained in the launcher. So Nisha turned towards the next cover and blew it to ash, along with any poor sap that stood nearby. The approaching footsteps of someone big and heavy caught her ears and she wasted no time firing a rocket towards the big guy. But instead of a factory-shattering kaboom, and there was supposed to be a factory-shattering kaboom, the sound of crushing metal as it hits against metal echoed. When Nisha properly turned, she noticed a Goliath-sized brute crunching the missile with one hand.

"Dave don't play with toys!" The brute squeaked out as he tossed the missile aside, where it blew up…in front of three soldiers. Oh well, at least there was less enemies to deal with.

But still…

"You stole my kills!" Nisha screamed out as she pulled out her revolver.

"Dave professional kill stealer!" Dave screeched as he charged right into Nisha, bowling her down to the ground and knocking her gun out of her hand. Dave scooped Nisha up with one hand and tossed her into a wall. Her shield shattered from the impact and cracked her shoulder, at least the shoulder leading to the missing arm. Nisha spat out a wad of pink spit as she rose back up. "Dave will make soup out of one-armed lady!"

"You're a terrible chief." Nisha commented on as she got backup with her whip in hand.

Dave pulled out two giant meat cleavers and tossed them up in the air before catching them as they fell down. "Dave best cook-man in the history of chiefdom!" He proclaimed as he charged forward, stabbing outward with his steely knives so he could kill the beast in front of him.

Nisha crackled her whip, hoping to catch one of the knifes out of Dave's hands. But for a big guy, he had the agility of a ninja. (Not a cybernetic ninja, just a regular old white-trash movie ninja) He completely dodged the attack, and lashed out with both knives. Nisha rolled out of the way and followed up with another crack. The whip smacked against Dave's left knee, which only made Dave buckle his knee for a single second. Dave retaliated with spinning around with his blades outward. Nisha ran back, kicking over a half-destroyed barrel at her enemy. One of the knives rammed into the barrel and knocked into a wall, where it shattered into pieces.

Nisha quickly took in her surroundings. All the areas where the rockets landed had left behind a big pile of fire and a lot of debris. Nisha figured she could try to lure Dave into the fires and let him burn. So she ran towards the nearest fire and stepped right in front of it. Dave followed her with a powerful shoulder charge. Perfect. Nisha rolled out of the way as Dave ran into the fire…and acted like this was a usual thing; standing in the still-burning spot of napalm fire. "Dave likes it hot!"

"Then freeze!" Claptrap squeaked out as he jumped forward and slammed down onto the ground, unleashing a cryo wave that ate Dave up. This made the giant man actually jump back and slow down a bit as shards of frosts started to grow all over his body. He started to shake off the ice but this distracted him for too long. Nisha and Claptrap unloaded their guns into Dave, staggering him back. Claptrap pulled out his trusty shotgun and fired off two quick shots in the vicinity of Dave's face.

"Dave taking a nap!" He announced as he fell down…presumably dead. Not many named people have died so far in this story. Nisha panted as injected a health vial into her injured shoulder. She could feel the rush of restorative energy flowing through her and patching up the injured bone and muscle.

"What took you so long?" She grunted as she rolled her shoulder for good measure. "You got lost? In the single hallway? The long and straight single hallway?"

"Someone tripped me." Claptrap explained as he started to reload his weapons. "For some reason, they decided to throw a burning frog plushie at me."

"Must been the only thing on hand." Nisha commented on. "We need to go and rescue Not-Jack. If we hit them hard and fast, it should thrown off the creepy lady's power, or keep her off our trails for a bit."

"We got this!" Claptrap chirped as he jumped up and down like a cheerleader. "We got this!"

"Don't get cocky, these guys would love for us to do something stupid." Nisha groaned as she ran forward to go and continue the mission. Claptrap gave a battlecry worth of Sir Robin the Not-Quite-So-Brave-as-Sir Launcelot and charged in after her.

And Demeter sighed. She already figured everything out.