or two at most as he didn’t know when they would be coming for him, he needed to make his move first.

He walks to face the drone and leans against his shoulder against his, tilting the deranged lab rat against the table and then lifting his legs up so he lies down before rotating him around to the correct position. Strapping his head, arms and legs down with thick straps he takes one of the cables from the ground and plugs it into a socket on the side of the hip cage.

He’d set about examining the drone as soon as he brought him back in an attempt to find out what made him tick. But it was as mysterious as Belle’s programming. He knew something was there causing the infection, but couldn’t see any physical reasons so far. Perhaps a