Uncanny Valley stood over the sullen Gravitor, staring down at him with her arms folded. After the chaos of the previous ten minutes, the prison island had fallen into a state of calm. Closer to the building, Annie Oakley had rounded up seven men who had been working as laborers to move the crates from the boats to the building. All of them sat against the wall, their wrists cuffed, the cuffs linked together and staked into the ground. Guitar Hero sat on his portable amplifier near the water, one hand on Fang's head, running his other hand along the edge of his guitar. Americana had vanished as soon as the fighting had ended, flying out toward the ocean, following the route that Turing had mapped out en route to the island. For his part, Turing had spent the last two minutes hovering high above the island, watching the prisoners carefully, though his primary focus had been on Gravitor, as well as the two Astrologers who were trussed up on the grass beside the path between Uncanny Valley and Annie Oakley.

Gravitor sat with his back against the seawall, staring down at the ground in front of him, his face covered in shadows, his hands fidgeting against the restraints on his wrists. In her night vision, Uncanny Valley could see the hard set of his mouth, the tension in his arms. His fingers opened and closed, seeming to grasp at the pebbles on the ground in front of him, but none of them moved. The power-dampening collar around his neck blinked a steady green; a quick check of the collar's internal diagnostics assured Uncanny Valley that it was functioning optimally. He would not escape that way. Straightening her back, she paused when she reached 97% of the joint's maximum range, at which point her back locked in place. She froze in that position for a long moment as her self-diagnostic and repair system analyzed the damage caused by her fall. Two of the servos in her back had been crushed by the force, and her system identified three places where her chassis had been dented in, one of which was interfering with her arm piston's range of motion. And yet, she had anticipated far greater damage than that. Leaning forward slightly, she paused, waiting for the repair systems to activate.

Jets whooshed in the air above her as Turing swooped in close and landed next to her, a look of concern on his face. Quickly, he scanned her from head to toe. "Are you damaged, Uncanny Valley?"

Uncanny Valley laughed humorlessly, staring down at Gravitor intently. Her internal systems whirred quietly as the dents began to press themselves back out. "Nothing that my systems can't repair," she assured him

Turing nodded. "I am… relieved that you are unhurt. Based on your altitude and velocity at the time of the incident, I calculated the chances of you suffering a severe injury to be in excess of 60%."

"Nope! I was built to be able to withstand much worse than what Gravitor could do," she assured him. Her eyes narrowed, staring at Gravitor. "Remember that, the next time you attempt to harm one of the United Heroez."

Gravitor scoffed. "Next time, you will not be so lucky, little girl." He leaned forward with a sneer. "If you think that this was painful, you haven't seen anything yet. Next time, I will send you into the stratosphere before driving you down into the earth's core!"

She stared at him impassively. "You forget. I do not feel such things as 'pain'."

His lip curled. "We shall see."

Turing's eyes narrowed, glaring at Gravitor. "You will never hurt Uncanny Valley again," he told him, his voice taking on a low, growling tone. Gravitor's eyebrows furrowed, a look of something indescribable passing across his face.

Uncanny Valley knelt in front of him, activating her eyes' body scan mode. "What are you doing in San Francisco?" she asked him. "By all accounts, you are based in New York City – in Brooklyn. Why are you here today?"

He scoffed. "Visiting the city." He gritted his teeth. "I'm sure you can relate?"

Her mouth set in a thin line. "Unfortunately for you, I don't believe you. Why are you here?"

"I came for a Giants game."

"No, you didn't."

Gravitor sat sullenly, staring at the ground beneath him.

"You are going to tell us what we require," Turing informed him curtly, a humming undertone to his voice. "What are you doing in San Francisco? What was the purpose of this operation?"

"What are you going to do?" Gravitor shot back at him, his eyes narrowed. Gritting his teeth, he glared back at Turing without blinking.

"We can make your life extremely unpleasant…" Uncanny Valley warned him.

Gravitor glanced over at her with a sneer. "Whatever you're dishing out, I can take it, little girl."

"I would not be so certain," Turing warned him, a low thrum sounding from his voice box and quickly beginning to modulate up and down according to a Fibonacci sequence. Gravitor cocked his head to one side, eyeing Turing warily. The look quickly turned to discomfort as the hum grew slightly louder. Gravitor clenched his mouth and eyes shut, breathing heavily.

"What–what are you doing?" Gravitor demanded. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Turing continued to stare at him impassively. The hum increased in volume.

Gravitor's eyes widened. "You can't do this!"

"You injured my friend," Turing responded, as the hum amplified. "This will stop as soon as you give us the information we require."

Uncanny Valley stared intently into Gravitor's eyes. "Now, I will ask you again: why are you in San Francisco?"

Gravitor gritted his teeth. "The… view…" he ground out.

Uncanny Valley shook her head. "No. You are not here for such a mundane reason," she replied. "I think you have a specific purpose in being here. And I think that purpose is connected with your Astrologer contacts, as well as these crates. Now, why are you, a New York criminal, here in San Francisco, working with a group of West Coast criminals? What do you and the Astrologers have in common?"

Turing's thrum turned into a loud whine as the sequence began again, this time at a higher pitch.

Gravitor's eyes widened, looking back and forth between Turing and Uncanny Valley. "You – can't – make – me – tell!" he grunted, wincing.

Silently, Uncanny Valley stared into his face, observing him carefully for another minute as he silently flinched and twitched. Finally, she cocked her head to one side and sent Turing a silent signal. The whine disappeared instantly, and Turing rose to his feet. Gravitor gasped, falling forward almost double, panting raggedly. Catching him, Uncanny Valley slammed his back against the seawall. "I do not think you actually know anything," she informed him in a wooden voice. "Unfortunately for you, that means that you hold no bargaining power. Consequently, you will be sent to the Farm. And you will never return from there."

Gravitor's eyes widened. "W–what? N–no! Y–you c–can't!"

"We can and will."

"But–"

Uncanny Valley stood up and turned away. "Call Transport," she instructed Annie Oakley.

"They're planning something!" Gravitor shouted. "I don't know what, I don't know when, but I know they're going to do something."

"They're always planning something," Uncanny Valley retorted. "Who is planning it? And where?"

"I can't tell you that!" he insisted. "All I know is that it's going to be big. And it's supposed to happen in New York."

"Give us everything you have on it," she told him, her voice low. "If you have enough information, maybe you will not have to go to the Farm."

"Y–yes. A–anything." Gravitor swallowed anxiously. "Just… don't send me there."

Uncanny Valley eyed him icily. "I will inform Majestia of your cooperation."

With a burst of wind, Americana rushed back toward them, skimming over the waves. Popping up over the edge of the island, she ascended to hover above their heads. Arms folded, she glared back and forth between Gravitor, Aquarius, and Scorpio. "The ship wasn't there," she informed Turing, frowning. "Where did it go?"

"I apologize," Turing began, "but it is an inexact science…"

She waved a hand dismissively. "It was there," she replied. "But it left before I reached it. So–" she turned to Gravitor "–where would the ship have gone, and why?"

Scorpio shrugged sullenly.

Aquarius looked away from Americana, gritting his teeth.

Americana dove toward him and stopped abruptly directly above him. "I won't ask again. Now where. Is. The. Ship?"

Aquarius shook his head, his jaw clenched tightly shut.

Suddenly, Americana grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up into the air. Aquarius let out a yelp of surprise as he left the earth behind, which grew fainter at Americana ascended higher into the sky. Uncanny Valley glanced up, watching their progress. Suddenly, Americana rolled over into a dive, plummeting straight back toward the earth. The man screamed, only for the scream to cut off abruptly a dozen feet above the ground when Americana arrested her fall and returned to hovering.

"It… probably returned to base!" Aquarius sobbed. "Or else it went up the coast to Oregon. I don't know!"

"Where is the rest of your group?" demanded Americana.

"It's just us!" Aquarius shrieked. He flinched as Americana glared daggers at him "The rest of the group is up and down the coast – LA, San Diego, Seattle, even a couple in Puerto Vallarta and as far north as Nome. They're all over the place!"

"Give me locations," growled Americana. "Names. Callsigns."

"I don't know any of it!" he whimpered. "P–please, I swear. They don't tell us all of that, just in case we talk."

"What about the group here in San Francisco?" she demanded.

"You're looking at it – Scorpio and me," he insisted. "We have a few guys we've hired, but that's it."

Americana quirked an eyebrow. "You're saying that since we've arrested you, the Astrologers won't be able to operate in San Fran anymore?"

Mutely, he nodded.

She grinned. "Looks like it's our lucky day!"

Uncanny Valley nodded, looking back and forth over the group of prisoners they had captures, as the transport boat pulled up to the dock and a pair of officers climbed out to help move the prisoners on board. Straightening her back fully, she pushed it on her back once more, twisting her back to test her freedom of movement. All the damage to her back had been repaired.

They had won.