The day couldn't get any worse for Freddy or Chica. Mike had walked out on Freddy, putting him under more stress than he could take, and if Freddy couldn't overcome the stress and get Foxy fixed before 6 AM, Monday, January 23 1995, Chica wouldn't be in a good mood for performing, if she even bothered to, and it would rip the resteraunt to shreds. Freddy couldn't handle the pressure. Mike left his PC, but took his keys, so Freddy was curious as to what the hell he was doing, but he continued anyway.

Mike POV

I knew I had some spare AI chips somewhere from when Clifford and I built Foxy and Freddy back in '82 and '74, but I couldnt find the box I put them in. I almost wrecked my entire home looking for them. I did find a clue, a voicemail from Cliff, but it was useless. Almost.

'Er, Hello! Hello! Er, Remember t-the chip-things, that, er, that we took for spares? I don't need any, so I've put them in the Penthouse Safe in your apartment block. I told the receptionist to update your, er, key and stuff. I think his name was Nathan, or something. So, um, you'll be living in the penthouse! Don't worry about the, er the money, I've already paid the first two months for you. The chips are in t-t-the safe. They might board it up soon, or so people say. So, er be quick. They're not stopping to take stuff out. Er, Talk to Nathan tomorow, if you can. He has the code for the safe.

Clifford'

I could tell that this was crap, there was no safe. Unless it had been boarded up, but I doubt that. I called reception and asked about the safe.

'Sir, there is no safe. I do not know where you got your info, but it is incorrect, I'm afraid. Can I help you with anything else, Mr Schmidt?' the man said, in his normal manner.

'I have stuff IN that safe! Please. Just tell me where it is.' I recieved no reply for a while, before simply recieving a command.

'Please wait, sir.' The phone hung up. I was really pissed. I took my elevator down to the lobby, to be greeted buy the guy on the phone.

'Come on. I'll show you where the safe is...' The man said, obviously having lied to me on the phone. ',but no-one else can know about it.' Obviously for reasons concerning the past.

'What about my brother?'

'No.'

'Bit late.'

'WHAT! Please don't say you've told him...'

'He told me. Listen to the voicemail when we get up..' He pressed the button. We entered the penthouse and I pressed the button on the Machine. The man listened closely, and the more he heard, the more shocked his face was. Either this guy was Nathan, or he was a really good damn actor.

'Clifford Paul Schmidt...' he mumbled to himself. ' I remember him.' The elevator went up, as usual, and he gave me a few low-power grenades that should blow the blockage up in one if done right. He actually just gave me the case they came in.

'They won't be able to smash the glass walls. Nothing can. The guy who told me to put them in assured me of such.

'PenthouseSafe Emergeny Acces' was writen on it, some letters faded. He pointed to a wall, where there was the bump in the paper.

'Here.' Nathan gave me 2 codes one labeled 'SDI Code' and the other 'GE Code''Use the bottom if you get locked out. It detonates a miniscule explosive to destroy the lock system. Good day sir.' With that he left. Or tried to. The elevator did nothing.