All of Heat Clan were angry that we were there. That did not stop us from just looking and wandering the room. The computer was spherical with thick black and gray wires spreading throughout the room. I noticed that it was the same hue of blue as the blood running through the veins of the PEP units. Paul and Brett knew better and kept their hands to themselves. The PEP units from Dwan Town were also in awe. For them, it was like going to the center of the Vatican to meet the Pope. 03-002 looked at us with just as curiosity as we were giving the transmission hub. This happened during our first mission too. "What are we going to do now!? We are in civil war with Magnetic Clan. Toxic Clan is also at war against Phobia with the cops not too far behind after that public gunfight in the streets. Things are not looking too good for us right now." I said, looking at the transmission hub. The PEP units looked over at the computer with full attention. All of the AEP units were shocked and rushed over to plug themselves in through their chest ports. Paul Brett and I were all left out in the lurch.
Being cyborgs, they had no feeling of shame at leaving us like this to do their own thing. "Are they having a private meeting now!?" Brett asked, annoyed. Paul shrugged it off. "I bet they are trying to figure what they are going to do. I mean, they were ambushed out of nowhere. If it wasn't for all of us being here, they could have taken the transmission hub." "Easily. They recruited some of the best PEP fighters for this." I added with a frown. It took them about 12 minutes before they got back to us. We just had to wait by ourselves. The Heat Clan members were still a bit surly. "We were deciding what we will do considering recent events." the clan leader said. We looked at them. "We decided that we needed to expand. Our faction only has 2 hubs out of 13. The Conquerors have 8. If we can flip Toxic Clan's, the ratio will shift." the clan vice leader said. Paul raised an eyebrow. "How are we going to do that?" he asked. "If an AEP can interface with the transmission hub, they can change the frequency to any faction they want. We have 4 and our X-frames are still operational. We can make more."
Catching our breath was not an option. All of the PEP members of the clan were killed aside from the leaders. All the unaffiliated units that were working on campus were attacked. Many were killed as well. 03-003 and 03-004 were going to come with PBJ Clan as we were far and away the best fighters. They could be spared for a long campaign. Actual teachers would be missed if they were healthy and then went off somewhere. Although there was going to be a long week where the campus would be closed because of the massive number of injuries and death, it might still take longer than that to win the fight. I looked at Paul. He smiled. "Finally. It's about time!" he said. I smirked as well. We were going to do this gladly. "I was waiting for something like this to happen." Brett said as he cracked his knuckles. To be honest, we were over prepared. We had over a dozen X-frames. Our half breed children with the cyborgs were all over level 500. Paul and Brett themselves were Devils. If we wanted to hold back, we could send all our kids off by themselves. There was no way we could fail.
