Going even further we saw a young man with loose clothing look side to side before ducking into an alley. Brett tapped me on the back and whispered in my ear. "I made it so you can see who the cyborgs are. That guy was one of them." I pointed at the alley and said "That guy looked suspicious. Let's follow him." The knights and began to walk. I had to pull them back before they got ran over by a car. "Look both ways before you cross the street guys, or you might get hurt." I scolded them. They looked properly chastised. We then crossed the street and went down the alley. It led to a bar with some motorcycles in front. We looked around and saw that there was a parking lot behind the bar. As we walked there, we saw the cyborg fighting with three punks. Two of them were already on the ground. He was blocking the way to get to back to the bar. If anyone tried to pass him, he would knock them out. They were not able to outrun or beat him in strength. One of the scrappers pulled a gun, but Brett used his magic to kill him before he could fire. The cyborg and the remaining scrapper looked our way.
Paul shot an arrow that pierced the final scrapper's skull. The cyborg looked at us nervously. It was clear that he knew he was not going to win against us. He also really needed to keep the ones still in the bar from being alerted to his presence. We stood completely still and the cyborg narrowed his eyes as he walked carefully towards a panel behind the house. He placed his palm over the cover and opened it up. Once open, he reached for his neck and yanked a wire that stretched from his body. He connected it to the panel and began to press buttons. He was hacking in. It took him three minutes before he unplugged and closed the panel. He then made his way over. He looked at us nervously. "What's your deal!? Why are you killing scrappers?" he demanded. "We wanted to see what you were doing." Paul said. The cyborg just narrowed his eyes. "Half of you aren't human. You aren't one of us either. Why help me? Last chance." he demanded. "We just hate the scrappers and wanted to help you. We're from a different continent that just came here today." I said. He dropped his stance.
Brett said "Listen. My name is Brett, this is Paul, this is Brianne. We also have Michiel, Rulf and Elsa with us. What is your name? We might run into each other again. I'll have to call you something." The cyborg blinked. "M-my name!? I have one. I-it's uh... Toby." he said in a very non-convincing tone. Brett just pat him on the back jovially and smiled. "No. You don't have to make something up on the spot for us. What do the others call you?" he clarified. The cyborg looked left and right again. Obviously, it was a big deal to give this information out. "My Primitive Exploration Prototype model designation is PEP-05169." he said quietly. "Okay. we'll call you Toby from now on to make sure no one finds out. Do you know of anywhere to rest up!? Our group is really big and we're going to need a place to live." he continued as he began to lead him down the street. Toby was obviously taken off guard from this. "I don't know of anywhere lots of humans can live, but there is a charger we low level PEPs use in the sewers." he said nervously. "Do you have any friends?" Paul asked. Toby covered his mouth.
