On my back was Chester and Kim. Simon was on Brett's arm. Mack was following slightly behind us and scowling at us as we walked to the nearest clothing store. Once we were inside, Brett tapped me on the back. I was given a lot of credits. 99,999,999,999,999 credits. I bought Chester and Kim black skinny jeans and some dressy shirts. Chester got a green shirt. Kim got a blue shirt. They also both got some black tinted aviator glasses. Simon got a white shirt and pink skirt. Simon had a strained smile and said "I am a male, you know." "I know. I just think you'll look cut in this." Brett responded. Simon nodded and said "I see. You are one of those." Mack refused anything we offered. "There is no way I am going to use anything you give me." he said firmly. There was no reason to force him to take it. We also bought us all phones so we could keep in contact. Once we were done shopping, Simon said "Since you obviously like seeing me in a skirt, is there anything you want me to do for you while I wear it." Brett pulled him close and said "There's one thing I can think of." The others looked at me.
Luckily for them, I was not looking for sex from them. As we walked down the street, we found an alley to hang in for a bit. "So what did you guys get for that mission we helped out with?" Brett asked. Simon said "I was the goal, so I didn't get any rewards." Chester said "We got the schematics for a weapon." "Not like any of us can do anything about it." Kim sighed. "Why's that?" I asked. He just looked at me. "You remember what we looked like before the shopping trip. How are we going to get enough money and resources to make these things? We don't even have a home to stay in." That was a problem. They were just bums on the street at the end of the day. It was extremely unlikely these 4 would be able to sneak around and randomly come across a weapon manufacturing plant to create these weapons. The punk told me about they had secret areas to charge, and the community center was where they got rewards and patched up. Where would they craft their items? Brett smiled and said "Stick with us! We'll set you up and build some X-frames in no time." They were surprised.
My opinion was that it would be easy to get them set up. Brett and Paul were Devils. Aside from the PEP units being good at everything, the Devils could super boost the skills they have. There had to be somethings they could do without being discovered. First, we would have to ask where there charge ports were. That could eliminate a lot of things if it was prominent on their bodies. I asked them and Mack balked. "I am not telling you that!" he said firmly. The others were more willing. Chester's was on his side 2 inches above his right hipbone. Kim's was right next to his left shoulder blade. Simon's was on his stomach above his navel. That meant that they could not be in a setting where they would have to take their shirts off. "How about music? You could preform and no one will expect you to take your clothes off." I proposed. There is nothing that would stop them from doing it. They seemed to like the idea. "What type of music would we play!?" Simon asked. That was a good question. I said "We can think about that after we get some instruments in your hands first." We then went over to a shop.
Chester picked up a viola. He took a bow and began to tune it up. Simon took a violin and did the same. They ran through the scales together. It seemed that they had a handle on it. Kim had a trumpet for himself and pushed a cello in Mack's hands. I told Brett what to do and he buffed all of their music skills to the max. We bought their instruments and left. "Come with us. We are moving to Dwan and you can get a good start there." Brett told them. A momentary pause happened when all 4 of the male cyborgs looked at each other. Mack refused out of hand. The others came with. I could carry 2 of them. I chose Chester and Kim. Simon and Brett took a cab. He had to run around the corner to spawn one in for them. We then made our way to the town. A squad of cyborgs attacked the sight. Unless it was a retaliation for something one of us did, there was only one thing that would make them do this. The secret transmission hub. There was no way to know other than to ask a cyborg about it. Even then, there was no guarantee that every cyborg heard every mission request. Or be honest about it.
