Disclaimer: Don't own I, Robot. Don't own POTC. This chapter will be better.

According to Plan

"Alright. Clay, you try to get an officer's uniform. There will be a lot of opportunities. Some old professor decided to commit suicide today. Threw himself out a window on the 32nd floor or something. Just lure some officer into an alley and do what you do best," said the voice.

"Why did he commit suicide?" asked Troy curiously.

"That's not our business. Let's just stick to the plan. Clay, you heard Wirf. Go and be persuasive in your own manner," said Robin smoothly.

Clay walked off towards an officer at the entrance to the large pointed USR building, head of the NS robot series' creation. Robin and Troy watched in amusement as the large man began pointing and shouting in terror at an alleyway next to the building. They both knew he would never do that in any situation. The gullible officer walked into the dark alley, Clay following. A minute later, Clay emerged wearing the officer's uniform, a triumphant look on his face.

"What was your excuse to make him go in there?" asked Robin with mild interest.

"Told him I spotted the escaped convict, Leon Wirflo, down that alley," he said simply. "Honestly, people will believe anything these days."

"Ah, but they haven't caught him yet have they Wirf?" said Robin slyly into her earphone.

"Nope, no cops here yet," replied Wirf. He had been on the most wanted list for a long time, being an elite hacker and thief. His real name was Leon Wirflo, but it wasn't a good idea to walk into a police-infested area, apparently talking to yourself and repeating his name. So, Wirf it was.

"No what do we do?" asked Troy in a monotone.

"Well, Clay, you waltz in there and tell them that the police chief wants to see them back at the station. Then, Robin, you and Troy sneak in through the fire escape in the alley. Clay, you find the inside way to the fire escape. Try to avoid the blue strips on the wall. They're hooked to a computer taking footage of pretty much every inch of the hallway.

Go to an air vent and crawl straight past three rights. Turn in on the fourth and you'll crawl until you see the room with plasatronic brain called VIKI. That's the thing the blue strips connect to. Get to the dome in the center and open the control panel. Type in the numbers 13666…"

"Bad luck. We're gonna get caught," said Troy, shaking his head. Clay threw him another look.

"Ahem…if I may continue. After you type the code in, a door across the room should open. Walk along the walls to avoid security cameras. Stick close to the ground too. The Multi Dimensional Transporter should be standing on a platform in the middle surrounded by a computer-operated force field. Just…well…really you need to be a robot with dense alloy to survive the field, but just…just throw your shoe at it. Have someone on the other side to catch it when it falls…"

Troy was about to comment incredulously, but Clay kicked him.

"When you get the MDT, go back in the air vent and crawl along every left turn until you come to a slide. Slide down it and you should end up outside. That's the eviction tube if anyone detects a blockage…"

"But won't WE be a blockage?" asked Robin.

"No. I've hacked into the system to disable those sensors for the next five hours. They don't think that area is the one to use maximum protection on. The van is in the underground highway, Turn 52. You can't miss it. Simple plan, aye?"

Troy's mouth was agape in disbelief. He began shouting before Clay could stop him.

"THAT'S THE BEST YOU'VE GOT? YOU STUPID BLITHERING IDIOT! AND WHAT IF WE GET CAUGHT, HUH? WHAT THEN? YOU TELL ME!" he shouted at his own ear, his face contorted as though he were sucking on five lemons at once. Bystanders began to stop and stare at the ranting, red-faced man in the middle of the street in front of USR. Robin quickly smacked the back of his head angrily. Clay crossed his arms and stared every staring onlooker in the eye so they quickly turned and left. Wirf cleared his throat.

"Hey, don't ask me. I just work here," he said innocently.

"Yeah. Shut up Troy. Clay, go," said Robin irritably.

Clay straightened up in an official manner, striding into the large robotics building. He saw the old man lying on the hard ground, his head in a pool of his own blood, a large, holographic police tape perimeter surrounding the impact site.

Clay looked away, grimacing. One can only imagine the pain a fall from that height inflicted.

"Men, the chief called us back," he said to the large policemen standing around, staring at the body.

"Well I didn't get a call…" started another officer.

"It's urgent. He says it's a serious case. Oh…and they ordered more Krispy Crème doughnuts…" urged Clay, starting to run out of excuses.

"You heard the man! Back to the station!" called one of the officers, running out of the building. The other officers soon followed.

"Ain't you comin, mate?" asked a straggling officer.

"I'll clean up the scene here then you fill me in when I get back," said Clay, nodding at the scene. The other officer nodded and ran out the door.

"And the gullibility award goes to…" said Robin in his earphone.

"Mister Steven Pullver," said Clay, looking at the man's ID, which he'd swiped from the gullible officer.

"Come on. We've found the vent and Troy's taking forever unscrewing it," said Robin.

"I AM NOT!" said Clay angrily.

Clay adjusted the hat on his head and walked through the hallways confidently. Eyeing the blue strips on the wall, he edged out of their range and stuck a bent knife into a door, turning it. The lock clicked and the door swung open. Clay pulled it quietly shut behind him, turning to face Robin and Troy, who were pulling the vent off the wall.

It came free and they set it on the ground. Robin placed her hands on the bottom of the shaft, pulling herself in, moving up to make room. Troy went next, kicking and clawing with his hands frantically to get in. Robin laughed. Clay followed after them, after stripping his police clothes of course. They weren't really his style.

"Right…right…right…right…is this it?" asked Robin, looking through a vent in the floor of the shaft, seeing a faint blue glow.

"That's the fourth. Go for it," said Clay.

"Screwdriver," said Robin, holding a hand back. Troy grabbed the screwdriver out of his belt and handed it to her.

"Real nice view from back here," he said, smirking. Clay punched his leg. Troy kicked him.

"Shut up," muttered Robin, unscrewing the vent. A few moments later it came free. Robin caught it as it suddenly fell out of the shaft and pulled it back up, setting it inside.

It was a long drop to the dome. At least fifteen feet. Robin slid her feet through the opening, still holding on with her hands, and leg go, landing catlike on the walk between the ledge against the wall and the dome in the center.

"It's all clear, come on!" she called.

Troy's legs emerged a second later, followed by the rest of his body. He fell a little more unceremoniously than Robin. Clay hopped out quickly and landed on his feet.

They walked across the walk into the center, opening the control panel. Clay typed in 13666. Troy muttered something about bad luck again, leading to Robin slapping the back of his head once more.

The door opened on the opposite side as expected and they entered. It was a large room lit by the faint blue glow of the force field surrounding the MDT, which was situated on a platform. Robin walked over and crouched down on one side of it.

"Troy, throw your shoe at it," she said, positioning herself so she would be able to catch it.

"What if it like disintegrates?" asked Troy suspiciously, eyes narrowing.

"Then we lose a big money deal and you lose your shoe," said Robin. Troy sighed in exasperation and took his boot off, tossing it at the machine. It went through the force field and hit the MDT directly. The machine fell through the other side of the force field right into Robin's arms.

Troy replaced his boot, grumbling and they turned to leave.

"Put your hands in the air!"

The police had surrounded them completely. They were all pointing cool laser techno guns at them. Robin was still holding the MDT. She heard Wirf talking into the earphone.

"WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU CAUGHT? Oh sh…" He hung up.

"Put your hands up!" repeated the policeman. Troy and Clay put their hands up, but Robin was still holding the MDT, so she couldn't. They looked at her warily.

"PUT DOWN THE MDT!" yelled another policeman. The guns were still pointed at them. Robin slowly started to put the MDT down.

She didn't make it.

The MDT began to glow and a large glowing golden portal opened in mid-air. One of the policemen fired his gun in surprise.

Clay suddenly thrust Robin and Troy to the side and pulled out his gun. Troy fell to the ground. Robin stepped back, tripped over Troy, and fell through portal just as another shot echoed throughout the room.

She flew through a swirl of color, time, and space. Chicago 2035 sped away as she flew towards the unknown, finally losing consciousness.

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I revised this chapter a lot. Tell me how you like it. I'm basing Troy loosely on Riley from National Treasure. REVIEW PUH-LEASE!