HERES THE NEXT PART! Sorry this took so long. Ive been busy and ive been too lazy to post this. The next part is in progress so it should be done sooner than this one.

STAY FABULOUS!

~Shade

The clang of a gun hitting the floor echoes through the room.

We sit in silence. Neither one of us knowing what to say…or do. Every second that went by I expected to be my last. I expected him to grab whatever gun he had dropped and blow me into more pieces that I already was in.

I suspected that he was expected I would suddenly stand up and strangle him. I shouldn't blame him for that. I have probably killed him many times.

Sitting up slowly, I continue to face where I think the mercenary was.

"Y-you cant see, can you." Said the voice from behind me.

It seems I was wrong about where he was. I cant let him know that I am blinded though. He could use it against me.

I spin around to where I last heard his voice.

"Well ain't that swell." The voice, behind me again, said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now I cant study your optical sensors to their fullest."

I spin toward the voice… No not the "voice", the Engineer. The last sentence he said proved what I was already suspected. Of the mercenaries, who else would want to study a robot?

The click of a gun being cocked.

"Normally I would shoot you right now, but, I might be able to get something out of you." The engineer said with confidence. "Whenever a robot is killed, the processor that stores memories and orders self destructs."

Whenever the Engineer spoke, it seemed what he was saying was more of taking to himself and not to me. Strange.

"…out of you."

I realized that I had stopped paying attention the the merc. Whatever he was talking about could have been important. When I got out I could have reported to Master Grey…ALL HAIL THE MAKER… all I has heard and possible get a promotion due to my good work.

"U-uhzzz, cou-ul-d-d-d zzzzyou-u r-r-reap-e-e-eat tha-atzzz?" After saying it I realize how stupid i sounded. Im supposed to be a battle hardened robot for crying out loud!

"What?" Clearly the Engineer was extremely confused. I could us that to my advantage.

"I-I wazzn-t-t liszztening-g." I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

I felt something prod the back of my head. Spinning around, I try to grab what ever had touched me. I caught nothing but air. The same thing happened again, and again.

"STTTOOOPPZZZZZZ T-THA-A-ATTZZ!" I scream.

silence is all that meets my screech. A growls rumbles in my metaphorical throat.

Finally my audio sensor pick up a sound, a voice.

"Interesting," mutters the voice, "it seems to have a mind of its own.

Now that was just insulting. Well, for me, not many of the other bots. They haven't lived long enough to develop personalities.

"O-of corse i-i-i-izzzz hav-vee a m-mi-indzz!" I bark angrily at the engineer, still trying to figure out where he was so I could snap his neck.

I must have surprised him more. It took a moment before I head an intake of breath indicating that he was about to speak. He never got the chance.

There was a knock at the door.

"PLAY DEAD," ordered Engineer. I did so, letting my body go limp and my head hanging down on my chest and tried to stop my body from spasming. Why did I do that? I quickly realize that it would be in my best interest to do so. Who knows how the person at the door would act if he or she saw a live robot in Engineer workshop.

They would probably shoot me, and I didn't want that.

"Herr Engineer, dinner is ready." I hear a foreign voice say in a German accent. Engineer replies with a "right partner," and the sound of a door closing.

I lift my head as my body gives out another wrenching spasm. Before I can say anything I feel a tap on my back and I shut down.

Engineer stood up from the now shut down Pyro bot. He would deal with it later. For now, it was time for dinner.

His stomach gave a low rumble. He clearly was ready to eat. He flung open the door to his workshop and stepped out into the hallway. Already he could he the voices of his comrades in the poor excuse of a dining room.

This "dining room" was simply a plastic fold out table between the TV and couch. In the spaces that weren't taken up by the ratty couch held random chairs, some more rickety than others.

When Engineer stepped into the dining room, the teams pyromaniac greeted him with a friendly hug.

"Hey there Firebug." Greeted Engineer with a smile.

"Hmmphh mphhhhh!" Replied the "firebug" looking up at him before releasing their grip and skipping over to their seat beside Engineers. The little guy always sat down for dinner even though they ate their food in their room afterwards.

The table was set, and due to what food was there, it seemed that Scout had cooked.

No matter what you think, Scouts cooking wasn't half bad. With is mother always working, he was the one who cooked for his very large family.

Tonight it seemed that Scout had made some sort of casserole. Of corse there was also fried chicken. That seemed to be the boys signature food.

Already half of the food was gone. Engineer just shook his head and smiled before seating himself beside Pyro.

He greedily lumped food onto his plate before choking it all down. After finishing, he washed it down with a beer before leaning back in his chair.

That's when he remembered that he had a live robot in his workshop. He probably should have taken more precautions to keep restrained besides just shutting it down. He could have at least locked the door!

He mentally cursed himself before excusing himself from the table.

Once out of sight from the others, he broke out in a run until he reached his workshop. Before opening the door he stopped to take a breath. He really needed to be in better shape.

Throwing open the door, he was greeted with a very strange sight.

There stood the Pyro bot, the very same Pyro-bot that he has shutdown, was leaned against a wall, holding a screw driver and seemed to be trying to use it on a screw in its leg.