As the two followed the agents, they couldn't help but wonder who sent them. How did they know Bender was bought off?
It was certainly very suspicious to say the least. Agent Jason looked back at the two pondering faces and stopped in his tracks, "I know you two probably don't trust us at the moment" he starts off, "and I understand that, but we want to help you find the robot, its our job, we get alerts the minute a unit is sold off and the person is highly dangerous"
Frys mouth opened slightly to respond before his eyes widen, "Benders in danger!?" He yelled with a worried face. None of the crew knew this.
Jason sighs and takes off his black glasses, "yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you all, I thought it would be for the best if only you two knew about it" he explains.
Fry was angry about this kept secret but he calmed himself, counting to ten in his mind. The orange haired man then went to ask, "so this man is dangerous?"
Agent Pox nods, "very, like level 10 here said, he has been buying robots and never returning him, at the moment we don't know what he does with them or to them, but we're going to stop him, lock him up" he explains.
The mutant nods in response and Fry just tilts his head. Leela sighs, "they're going to find out what this man did and put him in jail"
"Oh!" Fry exclaims. He was an idiot, like always. Leela turns back to the agents, "how do we find him then?" She asks, her voice dripping with an unamused tone and annoyance.
Agent Aron gets out two ear pieces and gives one each to Fry and Leela, "put these on, we can all communicate with each other and the agency"
The two did as told, adjusting them to the microphone was far enough away from their face but also close enough to speak into. They then waited for further instruction.
Jason continued to lead everyone to some sort of regular building. He slips into an alleyway and there was a door on the side of the building. He inputs some kind of passcode and lets the other two agents enter first. Leela and Fry came after.
The leader looked around to see if anyone was following or watching them. He squints, eyes going back and forth slowly. He then goes ahead and shuts the door behind him.
Inside the secret area, there was the headquarters filled with other agents talking and doing their own thing. Some were at computers, others filing paperwork at desks.
Pox took off his glasses, folded them and put them in his pocket. Jason and Aron following right after. Fry and Leela follows the agents to another room, when they enter, a female agent is there.
"Hello, I am agent Riona" she greets the two with a firm handshake. She then hands the two case files and tells them to take a seat.
When they do, the room goes dark and a giant computer screen lights up. Riona, who was controlling the computer, types in some kind of commandment and a picture of a man shows up.
She zooms in on the picture and information pops up, "this is Owen Enol Alexander" she says, "history days he bought off fifteen robots from other companies"
Aron looks at her, "any new information or leads to him?" He asks.
She nods in response and pulls up a profile of another man, "this is Lexin, Owens former business partner, we think he may have been involved with past deals of robots"
Jason speaks up, "do we have his address?"
Riona pulls up the street and adress. Jason nods, "good, pack your bags everyone, we leave at five, no less"
Fry looks at Leela with a sigh, his arms crossed and he looked annoyed with everything, "you think we'll find him?"
The mutant looks at the floor and takes a deep breath, "I don't know, Fry, we can only hope"
When Bender came to, he was in terrorizing pain. As he sat up, a hiss came from his mouthplate. He rubbed the sore area, his head and feels his side cramp up. He groans.
"Wh...what happened?" He mutters out. His square black pupils shift to the floor and his optics go wide. He screams.
On the floor was a massive puddle of his own oil. In the black ink was the arm that his hand was separated from, cut into pieces like you would a carrot or such but the edges were sharp and rough. His unneeded breathing heavy, he uses his half separated hand to hold his missing arm area.
It really was gone.
"T-this isn't happening, no! I refuse to believe I'm still fucking here!" He yells, but his voice hitched slightly. Bender tries to stand up, but almost falls over into the goo. He luckily caught himself just in time, he feels weak.
Bender looked around, his vision back in focus. His optics glistened with tears ready to fall out of his visor. The liquid fell onto his nearly torn off hand and he realized that he was crying for real. He lost himself. The robot he used to be never cried, never felt this damaged. Now, he did. He didn't know what to do.
He had realized there were dents all over his body and whimpered in agony. Everything hurt like hell. With this, he sat back on the bed as well as he could, taking the bottle of beer on the nightstand and finishing it up.
Nothing left to do besides wait for his owner.
Owner...Fuck, Bender was never supposed to call that man such a thing. He never wanted to. The bending units ego was completely drained almost to its core. Bender hated it.
What did Owen want with him anyway? What had he been collecting from him?
Bender wanted to just punch something or someone. Say kill all humans again. Drink and flirt with other people. Do stuff he usually did before all this happened.
The bending unit just settled down to wait for the man.