Yeah, I'm still here.
Pardon the extreme delay but I had a major vocabulary and sentence structure block. And holiday stuff. And boredom.
This chapter will be pretty short.
The three stood in complete silence.
Obviously unsatisfied, the speaker called out again with annoyance, "Excuse me, sirs, but can you please state your business?"
Oddly, considering the circumstances, Murray was the first to speak up out of the trio.
"Uh, well, we're looking for a cold blooded killer…Do you happen to have a mouse with a thing for techie stuff?"
"Yes we do, but which one are you talking about?"
Murray looked over at the impending rodent legion surrounding them.
"Well…the one that kills people."
"Yeah, that's everyone around you. They've all killed people before, well, at least most of them. Many were in the 50th Irdankian conflict. I mean except for some of the newer ones-"
"Excuse me", Bentley perked up, still keeping his eyes on the robot mouse in front of him, "But…that war never existed….I don't even think that country or land exists either…"
"And how would you know that?"
"I listen to the news and aced geography class when I was a kid."
"Oh…", the person paused for a moment, then coughed, "Heheh…yeah I guess you're ri-"
Suddenly another person joined in on the intercom. "Hey, you know customers are supposed to go to the normal stores or order online, right?"
"I don't think they're customers."
"Well why else would they be here?"
"I don't know, maybe they got lost, you think?"
"Who would get lost in a desert like this?"
"Frank…think about what you said for a moment…"
"Look I don't mean it like that! I just assumed that people had tracking systems in this day and age."
"They did say they were looking for someone."
"Then why did you say they were lost?!"
"This isn't Penelope's base…is it?", Murray muttered to Sly while the argument continued.
The raccoon shook his head. "Well…"
"You know you could just go back to whatever it is you were doing earlier, your assistance wasn't needed."
"I wasn't trying to assist you. I was just curious as to why Io kept going against her commands and now needs an entire arm replacement."
"Hey…" Sly called to Bentley, "Do you think we should get going? This doesn't seem to be the place or the people we were looking for."
"I wouldn't say that quite yet, Sly," He responded, "The technology here seems particularly advanced…Penelope still could have something to do with this place. And even if she isn't there could be tr-"
"YOU THERE! BOY!"
The turtle jumped slightly. "Yes?"
"I hope you and your friends have enough money, because you're certainly going to need it to pay for the expenses of repairing that android."
"Look, Frank…you ordered an attack first…you're the one who should be apologizing…"
"They were trespassing. I-We have all the rights to defend ourselves."
"From these people? These intruders you are so scared of are politely asking for information. Maybe you should be as polite as them and go-"
"I AM NOT FIGHTENED OF THOSE SCRAWNY BRATS!"
"On second thought," observed the paraplegic, "maybe we should go…for a little bit."
"OH NO! YOU PEOPLE AREN'T GOING ANYWERE UNTIL THIS MATTER HAS BEEN-!"
"Hey…pipe it down will yah Frank? I'm try'n to watch these old music videos."
"Very well 'master' since you're apparently well so versed in communication why don't you settle this yourself? You do own the place after all…"
"Fine I will. Now how do you work this again? Steven?"
"You don't have to worry about that, it's already on."
"Mmmmkay-Ahem- so you three…What's u-HEY!"
The people addressed were taking advantage of the confusion and were trying to sneak their way back to their base but stopped after being noticed again.
"Great…I didn't want it to come to this but…GUARDS!"
The front row of the army sprang to life and created a formation that blocked the exit. Then they and the rest of their comrades cocked their guns and aimed at the almost escapees.