Intervention Pt.2

Kylie POV

Well Mr. Know-It-All just decided to go flee through a fire exit which I completely didn't see because there was an equipment rack in the way, but I guess he has all the right to be afraid, I just said the most suspicious shit ever, I mean I made it sound like the mini gun I was holding was a dick, which it isn't.

However I could morph it into one... just to freak him out.

I then hear a loud band from outside and the crackling of an old megaphone goes off, "H20! Comply and we won't wreck the building you are currently residing in!" The voice yells.

I highly doubt that this group has the resources to do that, considering they couldn't even afford to have a good quality megaphone, and it was more likely to see that they could only pinpoint where I was located because they asked the ruffians on the streets.

The homo sapian using the megaphone sighs and mutters to his compatriots to start searching the 70th floor and up, I guess they already had a damn good idea of where I was, so I wonder why they just announced themselves, I guess he was a lot dumber than he sounded or looked.

However, that did give me plenty of time to prepare the room, and I realize that if I simply left everything out, it would've been much easier and quicker to mount any defensive placements and encampments.

I sprint to the cabinets in the kitchen, and open them, and suddenly random objects flow like a river out of them, "I wonder how it managed to hold so much shit," I muse.

I then realize that I cursed, how is this possible?! I'm a robot, clean language is my trademark, I literally censor things I believe are inappropriate!

Maybe Senior is rubbing off of me, that ruffian~

"NO! You gotta get to work, or we're never gonna be finished!" I mutter, picking up some things that looked like they could act as replacements for wooden planks cause I didn't have the time to find.

I quickly hammer these planks against the door, and then grabbing handfuls of pieces of shit, making sure I only got the stuff that wasn't really valuable and then push it against the door.

Once I made a 4 foot thick pile of shit, I quickly compress it all, and really pray that Senior won't be too frustrated that I just probably broke everything inside that pile.

Before I could think about it too much, I began hearing what I assume were fists pounding against the door, and I rush to get the mini gun into gear, fortunately it already was practically ready, I just did some quick optimizations and by the time I felt satisfied, it was clear they were pounding with something significantly heavier than just fists.

I mentally prepare myself for the assault, looking at my surroundings when my gaze settles on the door that Senior escaped from, wondering whether I should bar it, preventing anyone from entering from that point, before settling to not do so.

I then look at the window, and realize that's an open flank, so I quickly command two dozen drones to guard that entrance with their lives, realizing I could've just fried all the soldiers using electronic weapons as long as they were connected to the Line, so I guess their communication devices as well.

I sigh, "Oh well, I got all of this ready, and that may freak out Senior too much, maybe so much he would become the Junior, and he would hate that, that's if he's not shitting in his pants," I finish with an evil grin.

I still didn't do it, since a few seconds later the people working for the Dank Corporation burst down the door with their battering ram that also looks like a robotic dog, cute.

I'll make sure not to hit it too much.

"Surrender now, and you won't get... Oh FUCKING HE-" He yells, but before he could finish is sentence and start running like the chicken he is, I pull back the charge handle and let all hell go loose.

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Senior POV

Now I know for a fact I wasn't having nearly as much fun as Kylie was having, but that doesn't mean I wasn't at all.

I mean, if you aren't suffering from Claustrophobia, wouldn't going down a kinda cramped tube remind you of going down a slide like in childhood.

Now I know I said that the exit was a door, and it was, for about 5 feet, and then there was a small interior staircase, I guess the landlord decided to save money.

Now I wasn't planning to flee and let Kylie get captured, or commit some minor atrocity, so I was just going to flank em and then use my errr.

Fuck.

I didn't plan on what I was going to use, maybe a flowerpot and a dead plant?

Every 10 floors of the building had some luxury rooms, with small trees to decorate the halls, so if I go down to level 70, maybe I can take one of those pots and hit those people with them, then instead of being permanently incapacitated, they'll only be in the hospital for a day or so.

When I make my way to that floor, I quickly go to the first pot, and there was a 3 foot long palm tree sapling inside the pot, I quickly pull on the trunk, trying to pick up the pot.

However, some struggling later, the only think I pull out is a now uprooted palm tree, "Maybe the pot is screwed into the floor," I mutter, kicking it with a significant amount of force.

And lo and behold, I was unfortunately correct.

I guess I'll simply use my trunk then.

I slowly limp back to the elevator and press the up button and when the doors open I find five men with guns holstered around their waists, looking just as surprised as I was, attempting to pick up their guns.

Unfortunately for them I reacted faster and the famous proverb was correct, 'Don't bring a sword to a gun fight, and don't fucking ever bring a gun to a clubbing.'

I quickly thump them all and I make my way to my floor, but once the doors open, a stream of my bullets go into the elevator, and I get peppered, and obviously fall unconscious.