AN: Yeah Kacie I play violin. I got a few Viola jokes up my sleeve. Sorry but I love them. Here's one: Why do violists stand outside people's homes?...Because they can't find the key and they don't know when to come in. Hahaha. Sorry...I couldn't resist. (Don't throw tomatoes!) I'm sure you're all bored with my joke telling so I'll quit.

008 walked onto the deck of the ship and spied Dr. Gilmore still reading his book.

"Dr. Gilmore! Finally I've found someone! Where is everyone?"

"You're not the first to ask that question. If I'm not mistaken they are all outside."

"Outside? What for?"

"I don't know 008 why don't you go and see for yourself." 008 nodded and left. He went quickly up the latter and soon found the sullen Cyborgs all engrossed in thought. He cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow in confusion. No one had been this quiet around one another, especially 007. It reminded him when he was on the wagon for slave trade and no one dared make a sound...

Puynma pulled and wrenched at the metal clasp around his ankle. 'Come on it's almost off!' All of the other captives watched him nervously, sweat beading on their foreheads. He became more desperate as the sound of a landing plane blasted through the wagon they were sitting in. Finally the chain collapsed limply to the floor and he hurriedly jumped out.

"HEY! One of them is trying to escape!" A white man yelled. Puynma ran frantically not daring to look back. The shuffle of his pursuer's feet pressed him to run faster. He gasped as he tripped over a rock embedded in the ground. Two white men scampered up guns pointed at his head. Puynma scrabbled up against a tree his eyes wide with fear.

"Please let me go I don't want to be a slave!"

"Shut up you dirty vermin. I should shoot you just for complaining about it." The frightened African squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the sound of gun fire, and it came. He opened his eyes and it was not he who was shot. The two men lay sprawled, dead, on the ground. Puynma saw a pair of dark shoes and he slowly raised his stare from the ground up to another pair of white men dressed all in black. One of them was spinning a gun on his fingers and the other's unwavering gaze was fixed on Puynma.

"I don't know how to thank you!" He crawled slowly over to the stone faced men. The man with the gun abruptly stopped spinning it and aimed it at his head at point blank range.

"You're going to come with us."

"Oh no! More slave traders!" Puynma exclaimed despairingly. The second man chuckled.

"No. Cybernetics." Puynma gave him a confused look as the pulled him to his feet and the first man prodded him with his gun to make him walk towards an airplane. He didn't notice it until they were a few feet away because of its dark obsidian color. A ramp lowered and he began to stride up...

008 smiled weakly to himself. 'At least I'm not a slave' he thought. He realized that what he was now wouldn't have been all that different from a slave at all. Instead of work he would kill and he barely escaped from doing that. He didn't feel like talking to his friends anymore. He went to stand next to 005 not saying a word and soon became frozen in memories like the rest.

Ok I only have 2 more chapters to go.009 and the conclusion! Why are people afraid when someone brings a violin case in a bar?... because they're afraid there's a gun inside. Why are people afraid when someone brings a viola case in a bar?...They're afraid it's a viola! Ok I'll quit for good this time. If any of you have violin jokes I want to see them. It's good to laugh at yourself once and a while!