"Well, we didn't ask you. Now did we?" 007 reasoned right back.
"Still, it *could* be a trap."
"Well, yes, it could be. However, it might not be," 009 stated.
All nine of the renegade cyborgs, along with Dr. Gilmore, were gathered in the living room, trying to decide whether they would go and meet this 'fellow cyborg' who says they've rebelled against Black Ghost.
"So then, what do you suggest we do?" asked Dr. Gilmore.
"Well, we could-no that wouldn't work. Oh! No, that won't work either," 007 pondered aloud.
"I've got it! Okay, 002 thinks it's a trap, yet most everyone else thinks we should go anyway. Correct?" 009 started.
"Right," everyone chorused at once.
"So, how about we go, but bring some form of protection with us?"
"Um, okay, but wouldn't we bring protection with us anyway? And besides, I can't really help it, now can I?" 004 said, bringing up his right hand.
* * *
"Did you deliver the letter as I asked?" A cold male voice asked.
"Yes sir," A younger female, but equally cold, voice responded, "I will be meeting them later on tonight at 10:30 at the old outdoor auditorium ruins."
"Do they suspect anything?"
"Most likely not sir. In the letter, I have led them to believe that I am just like them, just another renegade cyborg," the female added with a sneer.
"Do not fail me, 0014. I want those cyborgs back, especially 009; he would prove to be a great pawn for me, once reprogrammed."
"Yes, I understand, Black Ghost."
"If you are to fail, like the rest of my blundering pawns have, don't bother coming back here. I will have you killed if you return with empty hands." Black Ghost threatened.
"You have nothing to worry about sir, I won't fail you."
"You had better not, for your sake."
"I understand sir. It is almost time. May I have your leave?"
"Go now."
0014 bowed to her superior and left the room, tail swishing back and forth behind her.
* * *
Back at the Cyborgs' home, all of the Cyborgs sat around the house, waiting for 10:30 to arrive. 002 was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his uniformed chest. Just a few feet away, Dr. Gilmore was sitting in front of his computer, typing in data. Albert, Chang and Pyunma were playing a game of cards while 007 sat feet away in front of his typewriter, working on his newest play. The Native American cyborg sat in the corner of the room, being his lonesome self as usual. Lastly, 009 was staring outside the window, where it was gently raining, while 001's basket was being balanced on top of 003's lap who was watching him from the corner of her eye.
"Well, it appears it's time," Dr. Gilmore glanced up at the old grandfather clock against the wall and informed the cyborgs.
Jet looked up from where he was glaring at the floor out of boredom and almost yelled, "Finally!"
* * *
0014 walked down the path toward the old ruins.
'Hm, looks like they're not here yet.'
The part-cat cyborg glanced down at the black watch strapped to her wrist.
'10:24. I'm early.'
0014 looked around and noticed the others have yet to arrive. She found an area where she could sit back and wait. Leaning her back up against a piece of rubble, she closed her eyes.
