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Jack Vegas Work Droid - R.C. #D-110
Pipes abound!


After fixing the pipes from hydroponics Jack was radioed back to headquarters. He worked for the Robotic Union of Skilled Trades, called jokingly as RUST, a company that was 90% robotic and known for its use of the older 'Free A.I.' workers (Robots and Androids that now have no master) The Head office was in Red sect, it being central to most of the city and having decent transport links.
"Wonder what I'll be sent out on next, I hope it's something interesting, pipe repairs are getting boring... Maybe they'll let me try my hand at vermin control! I've heard some of the things in Black sect get pretty 'rowdy'." He thought walking down the street, until a message came in from HQ.
"Water leak in your vicinity, pipes vital to building generator coolant, volatile situation my occur." The transmission ended with an address being sent for an AI workshop two doors down.
"Still with tie pipes" Jack mumbled quietly
""Strange... how you manage to always be in the right place at the right time." Fistful Of dollars..." He quoted putting on his best 'western' voice before knocking on the large door of the workshop.

((What's best about that company name was the fact I had no idea it made RUST until I tried to shorten it XD ))

Zazzy was busy working on a new wiring connection network for Per when his PDA lit up and started ringing rather loudly. This was because of how loud his work could be. He turned the blowtorch he had on off, lifted up the steel mask he was wearing and dug through his pockets before realizing his PDA was on top of Per's head.

Quickly he walked over to Per, almost tripping on the small dog-bot again while cursing at it. When he got to Per, he hooked his (Zazzy's) right hand into the left shoulder socket of Per and hoisted himself up. He swiftly grabbed his PDA off of the wiring network hatch for Per, cursed his absentmindedness and clicked the "View Text" button on his PDA.

After reading the text sent to him, he replied with "How about that Plat sect cafe everyone's talking about? I hear they have excellent food. Plus, I know a few people there, so, I can get us in with few problems." He sighed as he hit the "Send" button. All this to satisfy Angelina. What WAS he thinking?

Angelina walked back into her office with the money box. Her PDA was blinking. She put the money box down and picked the PDA up. She opened the message. She read it and her brows shot up. The Platninum sector? She hasn't been up there in forever. But that was because everything was so overly expensive. Her thumbs flew across the keys as she replied. 'The plat sect? You sure? I know how expense that could be.' She hit the send button and tossed her PDA onto her chair and grabbed the money box. She walked over to the safe and put the combonation in. She opened the door and set the box in the front of it. She opened the lid and started to empty it into neat stacks in the back of the safe.

Angelina finished stcking the money when her PDA buzzed. She grabbed it. Twenty minutes. Eh. SHe could make it to her house and to the cafe in 15. She just quickly replied, 'okay' and ran down the stairs. Her shift was over anyways. She clocked out and ran home. She Tossed out a pair of jeans and another black t-shirt and changed before walking back out the door. She walked over to the Trod Pod she was sure it was called. She hopped on and rode on upwards to the Platninum Sector.

Antoinette watched with mild interest as someone came in and was quickly seated--it was rather unusual. She had been seated immediately simply because she was both early and beautiful, but this man managed to get through with less words than she. He sat at a balcony table--she wasn't, though she was very close to the balcony nonetheless. She wasn't really jealous, even though the balcony had a nice view.

She should get to know this man. He seemed like he'd be a useful friend--and if not a friend, then an acquaintance. Such things were nice to have when you needed (or wanted) something.

But first she would eat. Her food had just arrived: a tasteful arrangement of vegetables sitting next to a moderate helping of spicy brown curry on rice, with a small bottle of mango chutney presented for her to use as she pleased. It looked delicious, and smelled heavenly. She lifted her spoon to her mouth and--yes, it even tasted wonderful. This little cafe had just made it onto her selective list of favored eateries.

((And that was just a waiter. I can only imagine how much the Hale crime family spends on political, law enforcement, and media bribes.))

Face to face, Maxwell saw that Cwen looked the same as ever even though many years had passed since direct contact between them took place. The mobster had heard of Cwen as well as seen her on the media since she was a business woman and a politician. She was on the bad side of some gangs and criminals because of her attempts to crack down on the underworld. Ironically, it was because of the Hale crime family that all attempts by the underworld to harm Cwen and the rest of the Hazard family were always foiled. Maxwell and his gang secretly protected her from assassination attempts and other forms of harm throughout the years.

"Dear Cwen," replied the godfather, "just call me Maxwell or Max like how you used to." He quickly ordered a glass of whiskey and a meal from a waiter that was passing by, and then resumed speaking. "Was that a joke?" he questioned to her accusation. Just then, a large thin glass screen near the balcony turned on, and it was set on one of the news channels. On it was Maxwell's face and a picture of the Goldway.

"The five star Goldway hotel casino owned by Maxwell Hale will not be hosting the championship boxing match tonight that so many people looked forward to," stated a reporter.
"The Goldway's arena has been deemed unsafe due lighting issues. The event has been moved to another venue." The screen then switched to another scene that looked like a Blue sector bank surrounded by police. "In other news, there's a hostage crisis in the Blue sector..."

Maxwell shook his head as some of the cafe patrons glanced over at him after recognizing his face from the news. "As you can see," he somewhat sternly spoke, "I'm having issues as well. Issues that can only be fixed by the Admins... that is, if they can fix 'em."

The waiter soon came back with the food and drinks that Cwen and Maxwell had ordered. "Well, all differences aside for now, how about a toast in hopes that things will get better?" He held up his glass of whiskey with a grin.

The balcony and the cafe in general was getting quite crowded. With Maxwell and Cwen having the reputations that they did, it may not be long before random people would look for a chance to mingle with them, or ask such rich and influential people their opinions on the current happenings around the city.

Elliot sat at her desk, fingers worrying at a neat stack of papers, her brows furrowing slightly as she read from the thin glass square that acted as the monitor of her computer. As her eyes traveled down the screen, it tracked the movement of her eyes and scrolled down for her. The scientist continued to read, troubled by what she was seeing. Apparently, there had been a series of glitches today, all supposedly caused by Warlock. But that couldn't be possible. Warlock was... well, it was something almost god-like, and it seemed crazy that it should start to make mistakes.

Sighing, Elliot ran her fingers through her hair, wincing as they caught on several tangles. She didn't have much time for grooming, especially not today. Today, her wonderful boss Armand had decided to pull several pranks on her, as if one wasn't enough. First of all, he had mailed her a piece of lint. That wasn't too bad, but when she had finished grinning and had tried to throw it in the trash can, it somehow electrified her. It wasn't a strong current or anything, but it was an uncomfortable shock (haha, pun). Then, on her way to work, her car, which usually automatically took her straight to work in the White Sector, went the opposite way. When Elliot tried to recode the destination, it asked her for a password and it took her half an hour to figure it out. When she finally arrived at her office, she was dismayed to find her whole office had been rearranged. Nothing was where she had originally left it. Her desk was on the other side of the room, her table and chairs all pushed against the wall, and all her papers messed up. They were in order, somewhat, but not how she liked them. It had taken her the better part of the day to finally get her office back to normal. And Armand still wasn't around. Which made sense, since he would be dead by now if Elliot had found him.

And now the news of Warlock malfunctioning. The petite, pink-haired scientist was, needless to say, a bit frazzled at the moment, so brushed hair wasn't exactly her top priority. Elliot sighed and retrieved her comb from a drawer and brushed her hair back to neatness, finishing reading the report on the monitor as she did so. She reached up to close the report and the computer promptly turned off. She blinked, then glared at the piece of blank glass in front of her. Armand. The name resounded mockingly in her mind and she leaned forward to turn the computer back on. And then the lights went out.

"Armand!" Elliot snapped out loud. She didn't know where he was, but he was probably giggling his guts out somewhere in the building right now. But she needed to work, dammit! Elliot took a deep breath to start yelling, but at that moment, the lights turned back on, only this time, they were red. Alarms began blaring and Elliot jumped in surprise. Okay, this couldn't be Armand, could it...? The glass monitor was blank but for large red letters that read "LOCKDOWN." No, Armand definitely wouldn't go this far... maybe. The emergency shutters descended, blocking the window that overlooked the surrounding underground scenery. Now utterly annoyed, Elliot pushed away from her desk and stood, balancing easily on the low heels. She straightened her lab coat and exited her office, orange eyes flashing in annoyance. Of course, this couldn't be Armand's doing, but she wanted to find him nonetheless and see if he knew anything about this lockdown.

Cwen's face stayed stoic. She didn't think the situation was funny at all. Before she could respond to his rhetorical question on jokes, the television turned on and broadcasted a story on Maxwell and his casino. Despite her coldness toward Maxwell, it was a little hard to not call him Max, but she had called him Mr. Hale anyway before. It was common in politician and business formalities. She only nodded in agreement to his remark on the Admins. He could tell that she was thinking the same.

Cwen accepted her drink from the waiter. "Yes." She raised her glass with a small smile, but then Zazzy cut in. That smile disappeared immediately. She ignored him and waited for Maxwell.