When I got back to the dojo, I was seriously concerned. However, they were very excited. All of them wanted to go the mission. I told them to wait for a moment. They looked at me and asked what was wrong. "Don't you think it was all a bit strange? They were so sure about the assassination plot, but then they changed it on a whim." I said. I then waited for it to sink in for them. They did not see where I was coming from. I facepalmed with a groan. I had the binder they gave me in my hands. It was large and black with green writing. They had each of the targets' information. Their daily routines, home and work addresses and family profiles were all meticulously recorded for us. There was no way they did not want a series of several hits on these men to be carried out. If they came to the PEA units, that meant these targets were no joke. PEP units were not equipped to handle these people. The units I saw before me were probably not ready for it either. Sighing deeper, I said "I'm worried this is just a huge trap. Maybe Cold Clan wants to throw us under the bus and is trying to punish us."
They all gasped and said that it was not true. That I was being overly paranoid. That Cold Clan was our rightful leaders. That Cold Clan would never steer us wrong. That they were going to do their best for the region. I knew then and there that they were all going to die if they went out on this mission. It did not even occur to them that this could be a trap or a strategy to put us in a weaker position. Losing all the PEA units that were getting lots of clout for, could serve as a big message to us. 'Stay in your place.' would be what would come to mind. I could not let them go. They would all simply get rolled. Either by the government, or by agents sent by Cold Clan. "I will make my final selections for the mission tomorrow. I'll see you then. You are dismissed." I told them. They then left frowning. It was as if they were upset at me for being such a killjoy. That actually made me chuckle for a bit. It was up to me to make sure that the clan was standing. Paul and Brett were like sledgehammers for a single screw. They were the last resort and were probably off having fun in the world. I had work.
After my week hiatus. I had to do something. Wallowing in despair was not what I wanted. I remembered to when we had to fight for the autonomy of Volition. The leader was immediately cowed by the demands of the Void AEP unit. He was also horrified when 02 and the AEP got into an argument in the lobby of the gym. To the cyborgs, they were the nearly perfect beings that their progenitors put legends in their programming about. I personally had seen them derp themselves into deep trouble and destruction too many times to agree. They seemed to be certain though. In any case, I needed to keep my wits about me going forward. Things were definitely going to get a lot more interesting going forward. The next day, I went down to the PEA lab to check something out. I stopped when I saw something crazy. In one of the cots where the units slept, Hoods was getting a sloppy, wet blowjob. One that felt good from the way he was writhing a moaning. "We've been at this for hours already! I told you I don't have the memory nanites right now. Let me go now, or I will kill you!" Hoods said.
When his dick was out the mouth of his apparent attacker he added "You can't corner an officer like this and get away with this. I'll have you punished for this." The attacker just smirked. "Looks to me like you would have if you could, shrimp! Now give me those nanites." he said, pressing his face closer to Hoods's groin. The trapped medical officer groaned. "All you've done here is made me hypersensitive. It is tantamount to torture. Let me go!" he yelled. Tears of pain and frustration were pricking at the corner of his eyes. I had seen more than enough. I walked over and yanked the attacker off of the cot. "You better have a good reason why you were torturing my medical officer." I warned. Hoods looked relieved to see me. "Brianne. We have to punish this unit. Not only did he attack an officer, he aspires to steal the memories for himself." He scoffed. "If a bit of licking and sucking was enough to be torture and he could not get free, maybe the shrimp doesn't deserve his position." he said. True. It was a bit of a shameful display. However, the attacker was simply just rippling was muscles.
