The two officers sat down on the sofa which rested in the small living room. The walls were covered with photo's, photo's of a young girl in a long red dress dancing on a large stage with lights circling her. The same girl was in every photo on the wall with different dresses hanging between them. There was a heater on the right side of the room, it was not lit at the time but three different photo's were balanced on top. It showed the same girl from the photo's of the wall but she was younger and also two older people on either side, one female and one male.

There was two armchairs on the opposite side of the sofa and the same two people were sitting on them with their hands on their knees and fear on their eyes.

"How long has she been missing for?" the officer on the right said, resting his back on the sofa as he tried to straighten himself up.

The woman looked to her husband and frowned before speaking, "three weeks now. We're worried."

The officer on the left leant forward and held the woman's hands in his own.

"We'll find her I promise, has your daughter got any friends she could be with or maybe favoured relatives?"

The woman didn't speak but the man did, "she is always doing work. She rarely visits friends and I her relatives live far away."

"So could she be on a trip for work then?"

"She's never gone for three weeks, alright? Never!" the man said, his hands clenching his knees tightly.

The officer's leant back against the sofa and looked at each other as the officer on the right took out his notepad.

"Alright, well let me ask a few more questions before we leave, is that alright?"

The parents gave a nod and so the questions began.

The front door of the house was opened and the officers left with a cookie in their hands as they thanked the parents for their time.

"So, Lucas" the officer who had sat on the right of the sofa said, "what do you think?"

Lucas ate away at his cookie slightly as he thought to himself before speaking. They were making their way up the street to their black car. They always parked a few blocks away if it wasn't an emergency so they could think and talk to each other while in a situation.

"It's the same story as the other fifteen families. Minus the small details, they were all missing since two to three weeks ago with no sign of life."

"Not just that, there's no trace whatsoever, most of the students have no proper friends either."

Lucas tapped at his head a little before finishing his coffee completely, "You know, Donald, this is might take more than just interviews. I'm hoping our buddies at HQ figure something out because I can't right now."

"But we can agree this is a kidnapping right?" Donald said.

"Afraid so," Lucas said, "sixteen students missing only one semester into their school year, no trace of them to be found, not even the smallest glimpse of them on camera footage or anything else. This is not only a kidnapping, it's a planned one. Whoever planned it was very smart indeed."

The two officers got to their car and Donald sat inside as he finished his cookie but Lucas stopped at the sound of his phone going off. He put it to his ear.

"Yes, captain?" Lucas said.

Donald watched as his partner's face went a little expressionless but soon smiled as he opened his door, "of course we'll be there soon!"

He entered the car and soon they were driving away.

"An underground laboratory?" Donald said in surprise.

The television on the wall in front of him was displaying a large map of the world. It was zoomed on an empty area with no civilization, no housing structures, nothing but a grassy and open area for nature. The screen than began detecting heat signatures and there was traces of heat fuming from the area back and forth.

"The area is completely empty, nothing has been spotted by satellites, but yet there was some kind of heat coming from there."

The man speaking was dressed in military gear; green clothes, green helmet, and even a fully armed pistol in his holster.

"So you believe it's underground. I won't deny the possibility, after all the proof is there, but where could it be coming from exactly?" Lucas said.

The military man tapped a remote in his hand and the screen began circling three specific areas of the map.

"We believe these are points of escape for the fumes. Not only is there light smoke from what we've seen, the heat is also seen to rise from there when we've checked."

"And an entrance?" a man said from behind Lucas and Donald, his outfit the same as theirs.

"Ah, Jerry" the military man said, "Thank you for joining. In fact we have pinpointed an entry point too. The area is rested a few kilometres from a beachside. We checked the beach via satellite checks and we found out passage inside."

The screen changed to a picture of an open hold in a cliff side online the sandy shore.

"That would make the underground area a few kilometres long at least, right?" Jerry said.

The military man gave a nod, "That would be right, but I've seen greater things from these people honestly. I have no idea who they are, but they've made very strange and large pieces of work. I've sent a group of people there already, they should arrive shortly. There's a helicopter on the roof waiting for Lucas and Donald too, since you both agreed to check out the establishment once we found it."

The two officers gave a nod in recognition and made their way for the elevator as Jerry had one a girl to his right, who was tapping at her computer, get to the main computer connected to the screen on the wall. Within a few seconds she had the screen displaying a live video of footage coming from a camera inside the helicopter on the roof. The camera must've been on the helmet of one of the soldiers because it kept turning back and forth like someone looking around.

Lucas and Donald soon boarded the helicopter, the doors closed, and the helicopter lifted off.

"There is nothing so far, sir" one of the soldiers ahead of Lucas and Donald said into his earpiece.

The two officers wore the same earpieces but they remained quiet as the military man at the HQ began speaking.

"We don't know the landscape of the building inside, but the fumes are exactly three point two kilometres west. Keep an eye on your compass' and be on the lookout."

There was silence for a while, the group soldiers together counted to twenty soldiers individually, and with the officers that made twenty two men here, they were sure they could handle anything in here as long as it was a person.

They explored the whole establishment, there was this one way tunnel with no extra doorways or entrances on the walls, it just kept going forward for what felt like forever, but once they reached the two kilometre mark they saw a stairway begin.

"It seems to go a considerable distance" one of the soldiers said.

"Everyone, stay in formation and keep a considerable distance from another so no one gets hurt" another soldier said, and they began walking down into the darkness.

The area at the bottom of the staircase was large and bright, the lights had turned on with their presence and shown them the large and open, but yet empty room.

"Sir, we have a little situation" one of the soldiers said as he surveyed the room.

Another soldier began ordering others to look around the room as the military man at HQ spoke, "What is it, have you found anything?"

"That's the problem sir, we're presently two kilometres and twenty metres from our entry point, and roughly one hundred metres further underground. There is a giant room in front of us, but it is completely empty."

"Empty, how big is it exactly?"

"I'd say thirty metres tall, tall enough to fit almost anything inside I believe sir."

The military man went quiet before he spoke, "Alright, keep checking, I want you to check everywhere understand?"

"Yes sir."

The soldier put his hand down to his gun as he looked around before looking at Lucas and Donald.

"You two, go check as well, do everything you can."

The two officers began walking around the room to help out. The soldiers were checking over the walls and the flooring, their hands rubbing the cement over and over until they heard a slight bit of laughter coming from the walls.

"What is that sound?" one of the soldiers said as they all looked around with their hands on their guns.

The laughing stopped and from the roof fell a figure. They were small, and their landing was silent as if the ground hadn't even made contact. Everyone soon realised the figure was really small and began shining their lights at it.

"What is that? Some sort of toy?" Lucas said.

The toy lifted itself up, showing it's half black and half white body to the soldiers with its menacing red right eye while its paws covered its mouth.

"It's moving by itself!" a soldier said as he raised his gun.

His aim was specific, and the toy was shot between its eyes causing it to fall down on its back with a sigh of relief from the soldiers but the laughing soon continued.

"What the hell is going on!"

Then the swarm began. Many figures, the same as the one presently dead on the floor, were falling down around the soldiers the two officers. They were exactly the same and their faces were full of laughter which echoed around the room.

"Sir, sir!" one soldier said as he spoke through his communicator.

"Yes, did you find something?!"

The faces of the toys began growing angry as their paws seemed to open up and show the empty insides. The insides were surfaced with metal, and from inside shot different types of weaponry. Some of the toys shot fire from their arms which burnt away at some of the soldiers who shot their guns with as much courage as they had but they fell in screams as their body was crisped.

Other toys were firing their own bullets which, like the flames, took their victims who also tried firing off themselves but their bodies dropped with an instant death.

The screaming filled the communicator on the soldiers ear, the military man at HQ screaming from the other end in hopes for a response but it didn't return.

"Is anyone still there! Answer me!" the military man ordered.

"W-we're still here sir!" Lucas said.

He and Donald had still been at the staircase when the toys had dropped down, and so they had run up in fear. Their legs were taking them away from the danger and they gladly let them.

"What happened to everyone, where are they!"

"I think you know the answer already, sir" Donald said.

"But what happened!"

"We don't know, these things fell from the roof and began shooting their own bullets of fire" Lucas said.

"What are you talking about, what were they!"

"Little toy things, bears almost, but they were half black and half white with a weird eye."

There was silence from the other side as Donald and Lucas requested a response, their eyes seeing the top of the stairs immediately, but it wasn't until the were at the last step that they realised they were trapped.

A metal rail fell from the roof at the top of the stairs and hit the ground right as Lucas' right foot stepped up, his foot was stabbed into and his mouth let out a large amount of pain as he tried moving but was unable.

"Fuck!" Donald said as he looked through the railings and then back down the staircase.

"We're stuck sir, we're sorry!"

"Stuck, how? What happened?"

Jerry's voice was coming through the communicator now.

"We got trapped, we can't get outside."

As he finished the sentence he heard the sound of stomping and his eyes looked down to see each step of the staircase they were on sliding upwards to meet with the roof one by one.

"Oh god, oh no!" Lucas said as he looked as well.

"Shit!" Donald said and his hands tugged at the fencing as the sound got closer and closer.

Tears fell from the officers eyes as Jerry's voice kept asking what was happening from the communicator but they were unable to respond, and soon enough the step they were standing on collided against the roof with their bodies, ripped Luca's trapped foot from his leg and leaving it under the fencing.

Jerry through his communicator against the wall in anger as the military man leant against the wall in silence. He had switched his own communicator off and was thinking to himself.

"Marshall, what are you doing, are you even noticing what happened?!"

Marshall seemed to not hear Jerry's words as the man walked up to him, but soon he stepped from the wall and spoke.

"The exact description as the robots five years ago," he said, and Jerry stopped in his place, "Except that who would have the money to not only build the same type of machine like that, but also build that underground establishment without us noticing?"

"Someone rich obviously" Jerry said.

"Even so, I need to think about this more."

Marshall began walking out of the room but Jerry called for him, his tone furious.

"Do you have any fucking idea what just happened, Marshall! Your men, and two of my best men just died out there and we have nothing to show for it!"

"If I do care, will that bring them back? They died in honour, thanks to them I have a feeling I know where to look now!"

Marshall left the room and made his way for the elevators as Jerry punched the wall beside him, everyone around him doing their best to ignore him while the man took his own leave.

On the road home, Marshall multitasked between driving and checking a book on the passenger seat to his left.

"Someone with enough money and knowledge about the Tragedy, that's who I'm looking for."

He repeated the words to himself as he flicked past pages while checking the road until he came to a certain profile.

"The Davidsons, they were a big family during the Tragedy and had a close handle with the robots after they'd been destroyed. It seems they were also in connection with some information about the robots themselves not given publically."

He went through the list of people in the Davidson family when his eyes focused on one in particular.

"Wait, why is he here?" he thought.

Marshall's eyes immediately picked up, he had gone though a red light and from his right he collided with a big black truck which crashed into his car and knocked Marshall out instantly.

Marshall's eyes were strained, and his wrists felt cold and hurt. His eyes opened to darkness but soon he realised it was just a blindfold over his eyes. His hands were held to the roof above him and his legs were dipping in water it felt like. His clothes were still on but his pants had been ripped off from his knees down so his bare skin was touching the water.

He could still feel the after effects of the crash, his back was hurting badly and he felt like his arms had been cut by some glass but he couldn't check.

Soon his eyes picked up footsteps and his blindfold was ripped from his eyes. His eyes focused on his surroundings; an empty room with nothing but him, the buckets of water his feet were dipped in, and a man with a black mask over his face.

"Are you really going to use the mask. Show a bit of respect before you kill me, won't you?"

The man under the mask gave a sound of laughter before he held the top of his mask and pulled it off, and with a flick of his wrist, Jerry threw it to the side.

"Jerry Davidson, captain of the police force and also criminal mastermind. Must feel great right?"

Jerry gave a slight roll of his eyes as he walked to the right wall and stared at Marshall, "I'm no mastermind, Marshal, I'm simply a sidekick."

"A sidekick to whom exactly?"

Marshall tried stretching his body up in hopes to pull on the handcuffs but they were stronger than him, and all his back got in return was pain from the crash earlier.

"Oh, that's not really your concern. Your concern is bigger than that."

Jerry lifted his hand up and showed a wire that Marshal hadn't seen. The room was slightly dark and the wire was black, it blended in well with the darkness.

"Below you are buckets with a large amount of water inside, and you are directly touching them aren't you?"

Marshal started trying to move his feet in hopes the water would spill but it wasn't that simple. Jerry had made the buckets look as if they were normal buckets, but in fact there was a hole in the ground which his feet had been placed in and locked into with a chain. The chain was keeping his foot on the ground and the bucket had been built around the holes, then filled with water. No matter how much his feet moved it wasn't knocking anything over.

"Don't you fucking dare, you psycho!" Marshal said.

"Now now," Jerry said as he crouched down, the wire coming closer to the water, "you are at fault here. You should've paid more attention to your soldiers rather than everything else. You shouldn't have gone looking. As they say, the past is better left alone."

"Not when that past is coming back to haunt us!" Marshal said, his voice echoing with its rage.

Jerry let out a smile as he brought the wire closer, "You know, my boss would love to see you right now. She is a sucker for those who are about to lose."

Marshal's head was flooding with questions right now, who was Jerry's boss, what were they planning from this, what did they hope to gain, but he was unable to ask because the wire met with the right bucket of water and the electricity began flooding through the water and then through Marshal's body causing him to scream.

Jerry stood up after taping the wire to the bucket so it didn't move and tapped the communicator in his ear as a girl's voice was heard on the other end.

"That sounds really enjoyable, I'm really jealous I'm unable to see it now."

Jerry let out a smile as he watched Marshal shake there in pain, his eyes widened and his eyeballs rolling back.

"The sigh of someone dying before your eyes is really different from anything in this world, isn't it miss?"

"Exactly, and trust me. There is going to be a lot more to see soon."

Marshal's body came to stop, his body making small signs of movement from the electricity causing spasms but otherwise Jerry was convinced the man was dead.

"He is dead now miss, how are things where you are?"

"They are going well, sadly only thirteen are alive but soon that thirteen is going to drop and I look forward to it. Now stop wasting time, clean yourself up. I believe we're ready to take our plan further."

"You mean swarming the bases, miss?"

"Exactly, their leader is out of commission now, all we need is to make use of our little pet soldiers and take the bases out from the inside."

The communicators were soon switched off so Jerry took the handcuffs off the dead body of Marshal and carried him out of the room to clean up his mess.

"Don't worry Marshal," Jerry said as he took a knife in his hand and rubbed it on Marshal's leg before raising it, "your friends and family will be joining you shortly.

The knife was then lowered down.

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