Cold winds wrapped their ghostly fingers around the corpse spire, the many metal heads and other such parts resisting the grasp. Involuntarily granting warmth and shelter from the wind to the three drones that resided inside it. Almost all of them, despite their current abode being made out of the robotic dead that were once their kind. Were sleeping. Their systems flushing out any damages from the actions of yesterday.

N stayed at his usual perch, hanging down from part of the spire by his tail with his metal wings wrapped around him as the drone slept peacefully. Liking the space he now had as someone no longer tried to sleep next to him, although. N should of been concerned at this before he co-signed himself to slumber but his head hurt a little from J's attempted lobotomy. The drone yearning for proper and consensual sleep, without the threat of randomly forgetting everything.

J lounged on the cold floor of the pod, body splayed out in a star shape. Being a prisoner afforded her little sympathy from the drones responsible for the squad leaders new position, and thus. Serial Designation J lost her chair privileges, at least she still had her hat. Even if she knew it wasn't hers, never had been.

Lastly, Doll. The bilingual worker drone having agreed to her own banishing from the metal walls she had inadvertently helped stain with oil. It was worth it, in a roundabout way. She deserved to be out here with the killers, keeping an eye on them. Mostly J... But Doll swore she had forgotten something. That being the reason she now sat in the pod's chair and waited for the program she had been running for the last twenty minutes to finish up.

{File recovery - 86%}
{Estimated time before finish - 49 hours}

Doll knew that the estimation was wrong, the program only supposed to take half an hour to fully complete its task. Said task being a simple revitalisation of her memory files, some of which had been scrambled by her now prisoner's EMP from the night before. Well, Doll assumed that had been the case.

J's neck chain rattled slightly as the murder drone shifted herself on the floor underneath the ship's console, waking up groggily. J was, never someone who preferred mornings and her mood only further soured once she remembered what had happened.

"Oh, good morning." Doll greeted the drone with a voice that barely hid sarcasm as the red eyed drone minimized the file recovery tab from her visor and cleared her vision. J instantly picked up on the other drone's tone and scowled, yellow eyes glowing slightly in the dull white lit room.

"Hmmph! Why haven't you scampered back to your little refugee warren yet?" J snapped back, sitting cross legged and defiantly staring away from her captor and towards the wall opposite.

Doll simply ignored her, instead taking a feigned interest in J's hobby. The russian girl having gotten off the chair a minute ago and was now leaning on the rack that held all of J's collectables.  

"J, what's with all these... helmets?"

J whirled back around as soon as the worker drone had mentioned the prized collection rack, Doll taking note of a particular helmet. J staring daggers at her captor as Doll briefly scrutinized the white but oil stained helmet. The daggers intensifying as Doll began picking through the other assortment of coloured helmets. The rack had three layers, each layer supporting four helmets of various colour. The bottom layer also having a filing cabinet that competed for space on the level that hung only a few inches off of the floor.

"Those are from my kills..." J answered, barely resisting the urge to puff out her chest with a pride that only encompassed herself and the items in question. In reality, the pod would of been filled like a ball pit if J had taken every helmet she encountered on her hunts instead of just the most interesting or memorable events.

While J was semi distracted, Doll looked away from her and once more checked the running program. Eager to patch up the hole in her memory and figure out exactly what was missing, or who.

{File recovery - 93%}
{Estimated time before finish - 59 hours}

Doll then made a non committal noise, her gaze locking on the cabinet with interest. Knowledge is power and usually someone would keep their knowledge organized within a cabinet, J more so. Considering everything Doll had heard about the now emotionally smouldering and murderous drone behind her.

J smouldered for a second more as Doll inspected the cabinet, metal teeth grinding together before she snapped at the intruder.

 
"For the chairman's sake stop ransacking my property you company reject!!"

Doll spun around, just in time to see J flick her claws out and put them up to the chain that secured her to the floor as if to cut it.

"Я сломаю это."
(I'll break it.) J, startled by the sudden language shift. Stopped her escape attempted, instead choosing to exclaim her confusion out to the metal walls of the pod.

"What?"

Having gotten exactly the reaction she wanted, Doll could no longer hide the small smirk that had been forming on her lips as she went to add insult to injury for J's current predicament. She pulled out the branded pen from her cargo pants bottom pocket and revealed it, from a distance at which J couldn't reach of course. The pen's surface having been meticulously polished till it shone like freshly made steel, now glistened and glowed like some divine gift from above as it rested in Doll's palm. J only looked back in a very slight terror, complemented by the soft sound of her CPU whirring up various ways to recover the much adored pen. A minute of this went on as the wind outside rallied in an attempt to breach the steel defences the kept it out, the two robots staring down each other. 

"AWAAAAAUHHHH" The pair both perked up as they heard N yell, swiftly followed up by the sound of him thudding into the snow covered floor of the corpse spire outside.  

Doll immediately asking J in a somewhat concerned voice, her red eyes glancing towards the circular hatch in the roof that lead to the outside.
"Does he do that often?"

J ignored her, noting the girl's apparent concern before swiping her hand towards the pen. Missing the object by inches but her actions insisting something that would play to her advantage later as Doll recoiled the bargaining chip out of reach with a small chuckle. The drone leaving J where she was to peek around further in the squad leaders stuff. Taking this chance to once again check that status while she slid a key she had found into the locked cabinet that J used to store all of her paperwork. 

{File recovery - 99%}
{Estimated time before finish - 69 hours}

The key fit nicely, smoothly into its place as the small metal item did its job and allowed Doll to rummage through the neatly organised papers within J's cabinet. 

J loathed every second of her captured existence, but nothing she had felt would compare to the seething hatred that now threatened to bubble over and erupt out of the drone as she watched a beyond worthless worker drone pull out her clipboard and mull through it. This company mistake shouldn't of survived this long, let alone one with such language ties to some of jCJenson's old competitors. Unfortunately if J was to make these feelings known to the russian then she could kiss the only branded merchandise she had goodbye and that would be against the company's wishes. She wasn't entirely, against the idea of losing the pen to say but it could still be useful even when in a grasp not hers.

{File recovery complete}

Before Doll could actually go through any of the now restored memories, N had opened the hatch and greeted them from outside. Providing J with a brief respite from the emotional attack even if purely on accident. 

"Good morning J! Good morning Doll! Good morning V!...oh... yeah... Good morning Rebe- wait...".

The air was now silent, nothing to distract from the revelation at hand.

Doll and N, who now had his head poking down from the exit hatch of the pod both went hollow eyed as they realised the very fatal mistake they had made. J catching onto the fact that her captors had discovered the missing subordinate as she smirked at the pair, hiding her own frustration. Rebecca may be a unique addition to the squad but she should still be capable of following simple orders, right? J couldn't ponder on this fact before Doll noticed something else. Something written on the bottom of the clipboard's last page in JCJenson branded glitter ink and chose to inform the pair of what she had found.

"What? N? Did you know that the company was reformatting your memories?".

N didn't know that, as was obvious from the confusion shown on the tall murder drone's face. The robot now watching from his spot at the exit hatch, his silver hair very slightly reflecting the small embedded roof and floor lights. 

"...No? im sure it was necessary, JCJenson must of had a reason for them to do it..." N answered back, unsure of his own words but acutely aware of the time that they had been wasting not going and retrieving Rebecca. Doll, having sensed his unease now returned the clipboard to the cabinet and scurried up the ladder. Making sure to warn J of the dire consequences of leaving the pod as she did so.

"You move from your spot and I will snap this pen.".

"I.. h- have more." J feigned confidence as she replied. A guise that was instantly shattered when N pointed out the truth from outside the pod, even if accidentally. Doll snickering as she vanished up and out of the pod, N helping her up while he politely questioned J. 

 "We got more of them?".