Angel got in his bed and turn off the lights. He was tired and he needed to rest. He was thinking of perhaps talking to Wesley tomorrow when he was more up to it and if Wesley needed it. He slept almost immediately and quite soundly at first but then the dreams came.
Wesley was still in his office sorting through reports and leaving instructions with his people to look into these Cyborgs. He called up a few of the senior security personnel to his office to get a full report on the intruders and instructed them on better security measures on the roof and other weak areas these robots might exploit as well as other cyborgs posing to be other people which could be on the staff, outsiders, or illusions of any kind. But what Wesley did want was a living Ninja Cyborg to interrogate to figure out who they were and what are their plans, especially since the Cyborg in his Ancient Prophecies Wing expired shortly after he tortured him.
"I want to make sure we detect these things in advance. I want security to work with the Practical Science Division to detect these robots and have weapons to both detect and neutralize them on sight. I will have my department work out the mystical detection and digging some information on their origins and purpose as well. We have to find how they got in the first place," he ordered.
"I want them alive to find out more about them, so don't just blow them up just yet," knowing how security mostly kills without asking questions.
"And if we can't incapacitate them, sir," the most senior of them asked and it almost sounded like a challenge then a question. The Security Department were not fond of being told they could not maim or kill intruders especially if it was easier to do and it was obvious they were not fond of the new management but they still followed orders. But actually Security and most other departments took most of its order from Wesley than Angel since Angel was always out and bark orders only when things went wrong while Wesley played the role of Vice-President and did all the planning along with Gunn and Fred.
"Take them out. Kill Them." Wesley said without looking at them but it sounded cold-hearted and deadly as if telling them with his every disregard and when he stared back at them, his eyes were cold as if he would kill them if they did not follow his instructions.
"Yes, sir" they answered concurrently more in respect than fear probably because they figured Wesley would was not a man to be taken lightly.
"But be careful, one of these robots packs enough explosives in themselves to level this whole building, so I think it would be best we do not blow ourselves up in process trying to capture or destroy anyone of them. Which in any case, I have people working on a containment shield or container that should be kept in handy in case they decide to send a kamikaze robot. We best be prepared for any event."
"We will, sir."
"You're dismissed," he waved his hand to them and got back to his desk. And the men left his office into the dark corridors, using the stairs instead of the elevators. His office was the only lit room on the floor since it was late and all the other lights were off except for small corridor lights. Wesley preferred it that way, no interruptions while he contemplates.
He sat down with a sigh and took a sip of his already cold coffee and considered brewing some tea for himself but just continued on with his work. But what made him exceptionally busy right now was he was rushing things to be done by tonight and making arrangements for his departure.