It was nice when the AEP units wanted to join in on the businesses as well. 06-001 even wanted to dance at the club. We allowed them to join whichever one that they wanted. They could even do both or switch between them if they wanted. Peyton and Connie actually surprised us all when they asked to go work in the hospital. I asked them why. It seemed that on their mission to tie up those loose ends, they got really interested in how it all worked. Radioactive Clan ran an urgent care clinic and explained some things about it. There was a very small clinic in town too. I told them that they could work their as doctors if they wanted to. It was simple for us to forge documents and hack some records in the system. Now they both were licensed lung doctors. Those were called pulmonologists. There were apparently some members of the town with lung problems. It made them easy for the local clinic to hire them. They went as 2 out of a set of triplets with the last name being Terri. Having doctors in the clan meant that they could be used to infiltrate into other medical places later on.
Just having them opened up our range of tactics. We were now officially back open for business. Now we had to decide what we were going to do. We had 3 options for now: Water, Cold and Pierce. We each had things that made us not want to do certain missions. For example, I did not care about the fate of 04-001 in Cold Clan. They could not kill us and we usually just talked them down. Brett felt responsible. Paul hated Volition Clan because they were all smug and cyborg supremacists. I took it as a challenging rivalry. Water Clan wanted a rematch because they felt they could take us on now. I had no clue where they got the confidence. It would not change their outcome at all. Paul and I really wanted to go and fight them. Brett could care less. Mason would not go out on his own because he was a squishy NPC. He was an easy target. Not unless he went out there with someone. We needed a plan. This was something that we need to do as officers of the clan. After a bit of arguing it was decided that Paul would go to Cold Clan. Brett would go to Pierce with Mason. I had Water Clan.
Killing cyborgs was not part of my plan. I also did not intend to get killed either. My game plan was to scope out the area first. We were all given the location of the clan. It was on the beach of a fresh water lake. There was a big shed on the water that led to the main hall. Because it was a fresh water lake, all the PEP units could swim and sail on the lake with no real consequences. They told me that the place to meet was a jet ski rental. The lake was nearly a perfect circle. So much so, all the locals were calling it Clock Lake. Because we had the location, we could look it up on the computer. I wanted to be fully prepared if they wanted a fight. If the rental meeting place was at 7, the shed was at 2. The clan owned the shoreline property from 12 to 5. 5 to 10 was for the public. There were a few other private owners on the rest of the lake property. That meant that there were rich elites with beachside homes right next to the clan's territory. That was why there was only one large lake house built at the 3 position. The rest of the building stretched underground and some was even underwater.
Listening to their requests was stupid. The obviously did not like us. Our first interaction was to come to our space and challenge us to a fight because they thought we were inferior. Doing what they said might even get me in a position where I could be killed. I was not going to play by their rules. My way was not only probably going to be safer, but also more fun. Pissing them off was also its own reward. I was going to scout out the area first. When I got to the beach, I entered from the rich people's homes. I did not want to go through the public beach because any cyborg could report me if they say me. From there, I was able to pass the roped off boundary between the humans and Water Clan. There was a bit of crouching involved, but I made it all the way to the shed without incident. I peeked inside and saw that there was a long ditch cut through the sand that led to the wooden planks that could be seen from the outside. It was much deeper than what would normally be for the jet skis. I saw what was inside. Resting on the planks and lounging around were a pair of young mermen.