He was a little foggy about this all, the bright lab lights sure didn't help the headache he had. Ronin groaned and threw an arm around his eyes, trying to remember where he was before and where he could possibly be. Last he remembered was the office in Borg tower, he had made a deal that if he could retrieve the synthesizer and deliver it, not only would he get paid but he would also be redeemed in the world of thieves once more. There were gunshots, Lou's robot blasted him and then scampered off.. Oh shoot.
Ronin slowly moved his arm and glided his fingers over the side of his face, the smooth metal plating felt more like a mask than anything. Not that he could feel it on his face, but it definitely was imbedded in there. He covered his good eye to see if there was any other eye there, and to his surprise there was, the numbers changing slightly at the bottom of his field of view. "Uhg…" Sitting up, Ronin rubbed his face once more before getting a good look at the room. It seemed to be another lab room of some sort, a tool box and some metal plating on a distant table while his red hat and a glass of water waited for him patiently on a nearby desk. Taking both, he made his way around towards the door and down the hall. At least he knew the facility somewhat, he had snuck in there time and time before and this level wasn't anything new to him, he was close to the ground floor judging by the signage on the doorways. It sounded like the factory lines were running, which was nothing new but it definitely didn't help his headache.

Slipping his way through one of the many doors, he found himself face to face with the very droid he had stolen. His chest was open, circuits and wires hooked up to a computer for reading, though borg seemed to have left for the time being. Zane's eyes onlined and stared at Ronin briefly before breaking again, though the droid didn't stop staring.
"Hey, where's the doc?" He chuckled, making his way over to the basically free information that was being displayed on the monitor. "Ooh, looks like he disabled your motor functions, smart move. You know you were hell to find, but everyone still knows jack about The Doctor, do you remember anything?" It was not like Zane could reply, nor did he have a say against him. Ronin smiled and flicked a USB from his pocket and stuck it into the computer, "Don't mind if I do." The droid felt the files being read and copied as he tried his hardest to protest. A low gargle escaped his voice before increasing to a loud static noise filled with warped yelling.

Borg had been wheeling himself back down the hall when he heard it. Wheeling faster now towards the door, he pushed it open swiftly to find nothing had been touched save for one thing. A sticky note placed on the monitor that read 'thanks doc' with a few stars and a winking face. His eyes trailed to the open window before going back to Zane who swiftly quieted himself. "Oh we'll let him go, he did hold up his end of the bargain after all," Borg typed away at the computer, "Now, let's see if we can fix these issues shall we?" He seemed to have been staring at the encrypted coding for awhile, Zane's thoughts normally would be wandering by now, but he was afraid that may let whatever little guard he had up down. "How fascinating, you and your instrument seem to work only in tandem to each other. Every part of missing coding here is on there and vise versa, its as if your two components are supposed to work as one. I want you to hum something for me would you?"

Zane thought about a tune, something he heard on the radio the other day while thrifting, and proceeded to replicate it through his garbled voice. As Cyrus pressed down on the keys however, his voice became gradually more clear, and the melody followed the chords struck. Even his eyes seemed to fix themselves, the whites of his eyes actually being white while his irises shone a bright blue. The doctor smiled, satisfied with the results being spelt out on the monitor, " Yes just as I theorized, they lined up perfectly. Though when I stop," he let go, and once more the changes reverted, "they unalign. Perhaps they are working on different speeds, and a clock isn't too hard to fix is it? I'll just have to find out where it is put, and who's correcting who. So, if you wouldn't mind humming again?"

-o-o-

Ronin made his way through the city towards his pawn shop the usual way he went dodging and weaving through buildings. Even so, he couldn't help but feel as though he was being watched by someone. Glancing back and finding no one, he began to reroute himself in a different direction. He pushed himself through an old building and out the other side, weaving and repeating the pattern. He entered an old stage building and made his was across the stage door and opened the other side, ramming into someone and falling back. His eyes stared at the heels that slowly trailed up, more and more until he finally reached the angry face of the very tall muscular he could crawl back, she reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his suit, letting his feet dangle from the ground. "What is your name." it didn't sound like a question as much more of a demand.
"R-ronin-"
"Ronin," the R was rolled, "Of course such a petty-named man would do such petty crimes against my family." She carried him slowly into the center stage with one hand. "And for what? Money? Power? Who sent you?" The stagelight flicked on and shined down upon the scene, their shadows cast deep against the velvet curtains.

His mind ran circles desperately trying to find the proper answer. "I-" one of the doors slammed closed as he glanced back at the shaggy kid that he saw before. Then to the side, he noticed the glint of silver that emerged into the light, the android walking closer from the seats. "Woah, hey, hahah, This is just a big misunderstanding you see-"
"What makes you think you would get away with all of this, the assassination and the attempt you made? How long can you run before your shadow swallows you whole?" her grip tightened, "I will ask you this once more only, Who sent you?" By now all three of them were surrounding him, each with an equal stare of hatred.

"I-it was.. The GSS- b-but he wasn't my target I swear, I'm not- I didn't mea-" He was thrown to the ground and picked up again by the neck.
"I don't care if he wasn't your target you killed him you murderer, and nothing will pay enough for you to make up for that." Cole's mom hissed as he struggled, her grip getting tighter. "I should kill you."

"Miss Brookstone, I have questions of my own." Pixal stated swiftly, which caused her to toss Ronin up and grab his suit again. The thief coughed and swallowed. "What was your target?"
"Who's this 'GSS'?" Cole piped in, he was always least informed about everything. Even after his father died he didn't know until a week after, and both Pixal and his mom knew.
"Garm SoundSystems, they were a company in the droid rat-race, specialized in robots, androids. Their droids were faulty, fell apart easy from simply being used. God knows why they wanted to start their projects again 30 years later, but they wanted a better base to work with. Hired me to take your droid there but she moved out of the way at the wrong time. There, you happy now?" he spat, desperately trying to get out of her grip.
"Where can I find this company?" Miss Brookstone asked.
"The hell if I know!" He was thrown to the ground again, the thud echoing through the building. Coles mom dusted herself off before taking her leave, Cole kicking Ronin in the ribs on the way out leaving Pixal to stare.
"If I see you near my family again, I will make sure you do not see the light of day." She hissed, walking out and slamming the door behind. Ronin sighed, he deserved that he was sure. Squinting up at the stage light he sighed, suppose a way to start righting his wrongs was to at least turn it off. He just wanted to go home.

-o-o-

Lloyd played around with one of the various knick knacks that were found in the desk drawer, "You know this place sure is full of toys. For a thief, you would think he wouldn't have any. Oh hey a Rubix cube!" Echo tended to the cleaning while Nya and Kai were asleep upstairs. It was only the early hours of the day, Lloyd always woke up at odd early hours. "Hey Echo, catch." He tossed the puzzle box over to him, in which Echo inspected thoroughly.
"Father used to have one of these, he would play with it and mess it up and I always would fix it for him," the droid proceeded to spin the sides, solving the cube within seconds before setting it on the shelf, "there we go."
"Really? You had a father?"
"Of course I did, he built me. We played a lot of games and did a lot of work. He let me watch him built my older brother." He chirped, "Do you not have one yourself?"
Lloyd looked down and dug his foot into the floorboards, "Uh.. well, I know who he is but he's.. Never around. I don't really know him…" Echo gave him a concerned glance before setting the broom against the shelf and walking over. "I've only ever heard stories, but he sounded really awesome. I wanna be just like him!... ahh.. I just.. Wish I knew what happened to him…"
"Did something happen? Is he lost? What is his name, maybe I know something about him." Echo offered, but frowned when his friend hesitated.
"I-its.. Garmadon… Lord Garmadon…" he glanced away from Echo's surprised face. There was a moment of silence left to assumptions. "Let me guess, you don't want to be my friend anymore because my father is an evil overlord..?"
"W- no, no that is not.. I recognize that name as all, Lloyd. Though I had never seen him, I know the name. I believe my father had made a deal with him."
"Really? What kind of deal? Were they close?"
"I am.. Not sure. But I believe he was asked to build something for him… I will have to ask my brother when he returns, perhaps he knows more?" The door flew open as the thief stepped through and slammed it shut. He seemed..mad about something or another, the two were quick to step aside.
"Heyyy, Ronin!" Dareth popped up from the floor, "Hey, I got some news for you! Turns out you didn't kill me! I was haunting you for no reason, what are the chances? Haha!" Ronin's stare went directly through the ghost, his soulless gaze piecing the soul. He walked through him and through the back room, stomping down the stairs. Dareth shivered and sighed, "Well sheesh , I was just trying to lighten the news no need to be dramatic."
"Dareth, If you weren't dead now you would be." he called before the sound of another door was slammed.