Cruel were the hands of fate. Sands fell from the hourglass of Lena's time left alive after insulting the most powerful man in the country. From a single look she witness the wrath of the heat god behind those dead eyes, "Ale-Alexander-" her tongue stammered with the clack of teeth. By now her own neuragear would've sold out her actions. Alexander didn't move from the door, "Alexander D-"
"Shhhh" a simultaneous reaction from the homeowner as well as the guest. The head Dyson scoffed at her, "Do you think I'd wear garments like these if I wanted to be identified?" his dress came into play. Cloaks darker than the shadow he cast, a cowl latched onto his nose like the tie over his hair though few stands poked through. Imposing was his image, amplified by a face hardened by experiences you can only imagine. Once he walked she moved past, shutting the door behind. "If Carmine were to find me in these streets I'd never hear the end of it."
It was surprising to see such a refined man known for his formalities upon the screen and robotic movements relax on a dusty old couch, taking the air out of him, "What's your current condition? The knights informed me of the ins and outs of yesterday's escapade," he pulled the cowl below his mouth. Matching the mark across his left eye was a scar's trail all across the left of his jaw. "And who's this guest of ours?"
Eyes cleaved through Lena far more than any solider could, "I'll be at half capacity until the end of the day sadly, spending the time doing research on a piece I found," the presence of this figure made Dynamo shed the joy from his tone. Eyes ran thin with the holographic whites taking over; one of the few times he was truly a machine. "Up and ready for any assignment- I'll vouch for this one, she's taken some flack for me as is."
Though Dynamo covered for his friend, she was still quite uncomfortable. Who wouldn't be in the presence of such a powerful man, the only thing greater was being in an audience with Rote-Gigante himself, "Oh? So she has inklings of what's been going on then?" Alexander tilted his head, "Lena Buakham, Doubhain nature I see. You're from Mandaly so it would make sense-moreso you hang around this unit."
She was terrified in one sentence, "Ah- yeah I kinda do," nervous laughter filled the air, "Those machines…." she was on board for the most part, but it still felt wrong.
"Good, then you'd know that the shipment of robots seized yesterday was meant to enter Mandaly's ports soon…" Alexander caught her off-guard once more, "Meaning there's far more in wait to collect them," imagination took over on the sheer amount of units that could be at play here. Seeing the number of companies they used, it wasn't a stretch to assume more of those factories existed. "As long as Dyson blood runs in my veins I will not allow another Fischgrab to occur-before that city is riddled with terrorists I will act."
"The PD have already begun their investigation into the region along with the knights, eyes are also on the Dragnoks through all of this. Hired investigators and others are moving on the scene so you need to be cautious. Your mission for me, Legbuster, is to turn that city upside down and wipe every last trace of that organization off this continent," a job far simpler said in words. But the conviction laced in those eyes directed towards Dynamo upon the stairwell never faded.
"Sigh, I hear ya," Dynamo laughed it off, "You gotta work on looking less scary, boss," he wheezed. His head was already formulating possibilities, "I accept on one stipulation," a folded page rested between his fingers. He slipped it to the Dyson. "You are to go into the Dyson forge and research this for me, get me everything you can find on this term."
A nod sealed the informal agreement. No words were exchanged with their backs turned on each other now. Alexander's duty was done, there was no time for rest for men such as himself. To the next job, he needed to go. However, what stopped him were the wandering eyes of another. Lena's vision captured him with that blaze behind them, "Fix your wires, it's uncouth and lazy," his finger pointed to the stray wires of her optical units. He was out the door again.
"Wait!" she called out while tucking the wires behind her eyes, "There are some things I need to ask you-" her voice stolen a second time by the iron gaze. Dynamo had already headed back to his workshop, her breath gradually returned. "You know more about this, don't you? Where did these people come from? What do they want? Why does Zenith want to rule-"
"Is that all you wanted?" Alexander bleated. His body spun and head lowered to meet hers, "Half of the information is confidential even to my ears, what do you think they want?" sarcasm laced his voice, "They're nothing but egotistical fools wishing to plant their feet in soils where they do not belong- Wishing to replace the deities who ended the reign of the old gods. I look upon them and see nothing but jealous children," his words face spoken with eyes that never blinked. "If you wish to dig your heels further into this matter, ask Legbuster...though I will continue to believe that this matter does not concern you in the slightest."
"Legbuster has access to a trove of knowledge on this...despite we've known each other for twenty years I will not stick my nose where it doesn't belong….no that isn't true," slowly his voice went quieter by the word. "Though we have only met twenty years ago, our bond goes far deeper than you can even imagine."
And with a cryptic message, Alexander left with the morning breeze as if he was never there….just down the street where he had a car waiting. Lena held her head out the door, blinking before closing it. There was a bang. She jumped. Her body turned to meet the source of the sounds. It was the trunk legs that belonged to Dynamo upon his coffee table and a smile upon his face. "Well now that he's gone the mood's back phew!"
"Don't do that!" the brunt end of her wrist met his cranium. Minutes after she was weeping with a hairline fracture in her arm. In her self-induced tears, Dynamo waved a black card in front of her. Another job.
"Remember what you said? If I ever had a job keep you in the forefront of my mind?" he recollected the words from the ruins, "Well I got a few thousand drams up for grabs. You're familiar with Mandaly right? Be my tour guide and it's yours," he promised an uncomfortable amount for a simple task. But Lena knew the liabilities by now. "You can accept if you want, I'd go to Strider but his bank account doesn't need to be beefed up anymore."
Glimmers of hope replaced the tears and clouded her thought from whatever hazards lurked in the city, "I don't even care if there's a bunch of murder droids. Say the word and I'll be there," she exclaimed, "But bring the money with you," she was far too serious on the latter half.
"Fine...when the job's over," Dynamo sighed, "I still need to work on my arm so yeah, not going out for some time," this human made him far too uncomfortable. The thought of money was still so devious to him...what it made people. "Wait that reminds me, Strider told me you were about to sign a contract with some company? What happened to-"
It was extremely clear he struck a nerve. Fluster took over the young girl's face not willing to accept what occurred the night before. "It was umm...yeah we had a disagreement and I turned the spot down," Lena lied through her teeth. Her spot was taken on the couch once more, "Don't worry about it," Dynamo didn't have the heart to tell her that they found the body in Black Lang's yesterday. He accepted the poor excuse with paces back to his workshop where he'd remain away from the woman he grew to fear. Back to work.
That devil of a drive relaxed on his work surface again. Nothing could be done to fix the tool unless customized parts were used. Dead it would remain much like his hopes. All that was left was reclining back for the moment, waiting for the pod to finish the detail on his arm and print more faux skin to match. With shut eyes, Dynamo was left thinking of where he recalled that device.
His journey brought him back to that night upon the Dyson manor under the twilight and cover of rain. Majestic was the one who split the skies.