Chapter Three
Trump
As the human, humming a tune, went into his stall and closed the door, Lebaron's door flew open silently, and he and Emery ran out. The two kicked their air boosts in, and silently sped to the highest point in the tower. As they invisibly floated higher and higher, Lebaron jerked his sniper off the hook, and fired up the laser bayonet. Once on the ceiling of the empty top floor, Lebaron slashed a small hole in the ceiling. After being almost seen, Emery wasn't ready to risk capture. Two shiny figures, silver and red, soon climbed out of the building and onto the outside surface of the skyscraper. While a human may have looked down 250 stories and screamed, Lebaron and Emery latched on like spiders. They climbed a story lower, and saw their target. Lebaron's red scan line darkened again.
Darrel Trump was calmly at his desk. Hesitant, he signed three papers with his fancy pen. After that, Trump walked over to his radio and waved at it. It turned on, blasting a
nova-techno tune which sounded of death and decay. A perfect requiem for his death, although he didn't know.
Lebaron slowly plunged his bayonet through the window. He worried Trump would hear or see him. Concentrated on his papers and his music, Trump sensed neither. Lebaron withdrew his bayonet, and, with an eye to the scope, lowered his rifle into the hole. Once inside, he positioned his non-shaking arms. The crosshairs of the scope, to the nearest millimeter, focused on the "dead man's path". A shot into that path lodged itself straight into the aorta.
Lebaron fired. A barely visible crimson beam was emitted from the barrel, and a muffled shriek from the silenced rifle was audible only to Lebaron and Emery. The targeting, as usual, was perfect. Trump fell down, limp. The assassination had gone perfectly.
Trump's death also triggered his instant death system. Because his heart stopped beating, a portable machine from his desk flung a knife in the direction of the bullet. Lebaron escaped the knife quickly. Emery, unaware of the trap, still fought to hide his excitement.
The knife soared at Emery. Lebaron, a fast reactor, swung out his bayonet. The knife came into contact, and clattered. However, the bayonet only deflected part of the blade. Emery's arm sliced clean off.
"Emery, I…."
"Lebaron, if you didn't touch the thing, it would have gone for my head. Thanks. It's enough. Master might replace my arm."
Just as predicted, the rain came just then. It soaked the robots. Almost every part of a robot could function in the rain. The two were not worried.
"Let's climb in", said Emery. "If we're lucky, the murder won't be detected for another fifteen minutes. By then we'll-"
With that, Emery lost his traction. As Lebaron stood, Emery screamed. Lebaron reached down to help, but an almost directly vertical slope prevented that. Rain clogged the hover systems of a robot. Lebaron could only stand there, frozen, as he saw his friend tumble down two hundred and fifty stories below.
