The amateur Scrappers panicked and started looking around frantically. They could see little in that blinding darkness, but the unnerving cackling kept ringing in their ears.
It was one thing to face an armed robot in the open, but they weren't prepared for this unseen enemy. Whatever took Scrapper 619 was not a machine. And it was still waiting for them, deep inside the fog.
"We need to find her. She needs our help!" Cairo exclaimed, looking at her sister.
Mira, however, didn't seem to share her sentiment. She made the hush sign with her right index finger and whispered, "We can't help her. She's most probably dead by now. Whatever took her is still out here and if we get separated again, it will kill us all."
"We can't just abandon her. She's a Scrapper, just like—"
"She was!" Mira retorted sharply. "There's nothing we can do for the dead. I'm not going to get the whole team killed just to bring back a dismembered corpse!"
