Back through the broken city and past the still oil stained maw of the colony, Sarah was in a rush. Parent-Teacher conferences, having to manage two kids as a single mother and her job all ravaging through her time. That's what dating a raider does to you, shame the peace treaty wasn't kept but at least her kids hadn't met the same fate as her second and oft disliked husband.

Sarah's most important job as of now was the management of the entire WDF force, and how the blue lighted drone wished her mentor figure was still alive. Heck any of the Doorman family besides the little gremlin they had half raised would of done a better job then the frequently overworked leader the colony had now.

The WDF also seemed to be the only leading authority that kept these halls in order, their office being a frequented part of Sarah Day's life and where she now resided. The parent grabbing a slick looking black trench coat that somehow managed to complement her faded green hardhat and oversized black shirt as she ordered, asked favours of those who were technically her underlings.

"Frank. Could you and Tim go see what you can do for that hole in the roof? Burten, you mind running things here for me? I have an arranged meeting to be at."

Faded LED lights dimly lit the cramped office of the WDF as the members complied with her wishes and Sarah herself whisked away to the school section of the colony. Thankfully there were a few labelled halls to help her along, not that she needed them with how long she had lived in and even helped refurbish parts of the bunker back in the hay days of this now worn out fortress.

The Parent-Teacher conference had already started, the classroom it was stationed in now decorated with a large banner that brightly stated the name of the event. A few students lazed around at the tables that had been moved to the side and back of the room, Lizzy chatting loudly with a bored looking Thad. The green eyed drone listening halfheartedly to another rant of fashion as he rested his head on the table, looking completely out of it.

Meanwhile, up the front with the teacher was Bethany and her father. Having just finished their chat with the teacher the pink eyed pair left him. Bethany's auburn twin tail styled hair almost sweeping along the floor as she waved a awkwardly silent goodbye to the class.

Among the rest of the student body was Jackal, sitting on the table behind Thad and evidently eavesdropping on their conversation. Separate to the rest of the students was Riley. Who was nervously trying to judge the room's vibe as he sat again separate from the last two students present. Vibe was, not pleasant but not bad either.

Those last two students were the faded purple hoodie wearing Zane along with Emily, who had her signature blue coloured and slightly oversized tee shirt on. With the former leaning smugly on the latter as Final Girl perused her book with a determined look, trying her hardest to remove the blush lights that emanated from her visor. How she had managed to get into a relationship at all was up to debate, not a debate anyone was interested enough to actually have though. They simply rooted for the shy girl. Youngest daughter of the WDF leader and she had managed to score an outsider or maybe, it was the other way around. 

Jackal was more inclined to believe it was the second option, the orange eyed worker keeping a eye on the white eyed drone from across the room.

"Next." The teacher's plain voice stated into the class as Yeva, in particularly nice timing returned to the room alone. An assortment of coloured visors glanced up at her before returning to their own doings, the teacher noting that Yeva's child was missing but chose to not speak up on the topic yet.

"Miss... Yeva. Forgot your family had no last names, makes things.. Interesting." The teacher kicked off the conference as Yeva took a seat in front of him. The teacher's aid took a glance at the red eyed mother before leaning back in her chair and opening a DAW on her visor, light briefly reflecting off the name pin she had on her red cheerleader shirt. Kelsey Day.

Yeva ignored the wannabee WDF member, instead answering what the teacher had implied.

"Половина населения этого не делает... Но я надеюсь, вам это не сложно. Учитывая, что у вас теперь есть еще один ребенок, которому тоже приходится о себе заботиться. По крайней мере у него есть фамилия." ("Half the population don't... But hopefully not difficult for you. Considering you now have that other kid to take care of yourself too. At least he has a last name.").

The teacher's orange eyes took a hesitant glance to the back of the room, Jackal's own vision completely ignoring his uncle's as he chatted happily with Lizzy and Thad. Yeva taking her own look at the three, glad that none of Doll's friends had been killed in the murder drone incident yesterday. Even if Doll herself was missing from the group, preoccupied with other matters.

"No, not difficult. Although, your... child has been noticeably absent." The teacher brought the conversation to its desired subject with a slight mumble, his voice wasn't entirely clear but it was evident he was uninterested.

Yeva blinked once as she answered, being slightly confused as to why this would even come up.

"Ты знаешь, почему Долла здесь нет. Бесполезно мне это говорить".("You know why Doll isn't here. Their is no fruit to telling me that.").

Kelsey once again took a note of her surroundings as the green sweater wearing teacher clarified what the had meant. Kelsey's blue eyes scanning the room before being swapped out for the DAW menu once again, quiet music now emanating out from her voice box as the teacher's aid moved her foot in time with it.

"The other one." The teacher slightly rolled his eyes while he spoke, the action briefly confounding Yeva.

"УЗИ?" ("Uzi?"). Yeva sighed as the teacher nodded. The circumstances that had led to the mother having to adopt the purple eyed gremlin were not exactly ideal ones, nor was anything in her life really. More so was that Yeva felt a duty of care towards Uzi, mostly because of of her long standing friendship with the girl's mother. Even if the shorter drone made enacting said duty of care far more difficult then necessary.

The teacher fake coughed to grab Yeva's attention again, asking afterwards why Uzi was absent. Doll's mother pinched where her nose would be before regaling the various reasons why Uzi barely came to class. The events that flowed out of her metal mouth being randomly picked from the last month, as well as vaguely detailed in a hushed tone. As Yeva didn't exactly like the idea of blatantly announcing family secrets to the general public that much.

The first instance of note was when...

"УЗИ, пожалуйста. Попробуйте хотя бы раз пообщаться". ("Uzi, please. At least try socializing for once.") Yeva spoke out loud to the metal bulwark that barricaded her access to her odd daughter's room. The angst filled teen retorting with a tired and somewhat dulled.

"BITE ME." From behind the door. Yeva then sighed, being used to this situation. The mother did a small perusal of the house, looking for any mess before she said goodbye and left the Doorman's now near empty residence.

The next instance of note was when...

"УЗИ? Мне дали это задание в вашей школе, и мне нужен был для него напарник. Тебе стоит пойти завтра и найти кого-нибудь... Ох". ("Uzi? I got this assignment handed out from your school and it needed a partner. You should go tomorrow and find someone... Oh.")

Yeva peeked around the corner into Uzi's room to find her and Doll sitting on a pair of office chairs at the desk next to her bed. Yeva was only slightly annoyed, as Uzi had found a way to avoid meeting new friends but was at least still doing schoolwork. "Вы работаете с Доллой? это прозвище" ("Your working with Doll? That's nic-")

Suddenly Doll spun around on her chair, a grin entirely not her own plastered on the girl's face along with a strange white and red device attached to her forehead. Yeva barely had a second to try and figure out what was going on before her red eyed daughter exclaimed with a voice that sounded slightly confused with itself.

"BITE ME, Us?... Her."

The teacher paused his game of snake and dully stated the obvious after Yeva had finished.

"So she would have trouble fitting in?". Yeva agreed with him instantly, no shame in admitting such a truth.

"Those, technically count as behavioural issues ma'am, and that would probably earn her flack from the rest of the class as well. Is... Home schooling an option?"

Yeva saw through the teacher's lazy attempt at keeping his class to what it is and thus not increasing his work load. The mother shifting herself on the plastic chair she sat on while some of the students at the back had to be quieted down by Thad.

"Я думаю... Может, вот что мне придется сделать... Я спрошу Узи и... ну, я уже знаю ответ...". ("I think... That might be what I will have to do... I'll ask Uzi and... well, I already know the answer...".)

Now it was the teacher's turn to see through Yeva, or at least point out the obvious again.

"Yeva... You know she is going to jump at that when you present it. But it's not my problem what you do, so take this as well...."

Yeva looked at what the teacher had handed her. The slip of paper having large red letters printed on the top that announced it as a drop out form. After a second, she took it. Moving to leave the classroom as she still mulled over what she had omitted from the discussion.

The last instance of note was when.. Of course this one was something she had decided against regaling to the uninterested teacher, but she relived the memory anyway.

"Я знаю, это... сложно, но просто...". ("I know its... difficult but just....") Yeva trailed off, not like anyone was listening anyway as she stood at the front door to the home she had just been forcibly removed from. Uzi was probably still verbally cursing her out from the safety of the neon lighted room while Yeva had to hide her smoking and slightly damaged visor with her hand. The foul power within her repairing what had been, about ten seconds ago a seriously damaged screen.

Yeva considered, but only for a second. Extending her fingers and busting down the door so she could just drag the burden of a child to school. Deciding against such drastic actions and instead venting her anger out through a much more sensible way. Near mute muttering, bonus points for her since some drone's translator function can't pick up lower tones of other languages.

"Почему... Почему ты не мог просто сказать мне уйти вместо того, чтобы бросить что-нибудь... Нори... Если бы ты видела, через что я прохожу ради тебя и нее.".("Why... Why couldn't you just tell me to get out instead of throw something... Nori... If you saw what I'm going through for you and her.")

Back in the present however, none of that was known to anyone but herself, Doll and Uzi. Certainly not who Yeva had almost bumped into. The two mother's reeling back slightly in surprise. Sarah simply waving slightly at the red eyed girl before semi rushing into the classroom and leaving Yeva again alone with her thoughts and a feeling of grit as she went to face the challenging task she had laid out in front of her.

At the warehouse however, another pair of drones were faced with a very practical but still monumental task of their own. The repair of a roof they couldn't even reach, not like the three step high step stool they had managed to acquisition would help. Neither did the lack of light or the slightly disturbing debris that had been yet cleaned up from yesterday. Shattered concrete splayed across the floor along with spilt oil of which now painted the shattered corpse of V black. 

One of the two WDF members, baffled at their task couldn't resist the motion of speaking his mind. 

"Ere.. We jus got ta fix er up, cause wowzers, that's as big a security as ive' ever seen." Of course Frank had to agree with Tim but could already tell that this task would be bigger then the both of them.  First order of business, lights. Frank announcing this as so when he asked Tim to go turn them on, he certainly couldn't work to well off of the small glow that was emitted from the now disregarded Pulse Crossbow.

"Mmm, just get the lights, please."

Tim nodded as the wind whistled from the hole on the roof, up far above from the reach of either of the summoned WDF members. Sarah should of thought this through really, to bad she was in a rush. Not like Frank was annoyed at all, she actually managed to remember his name compared to the rest of the somewhat small WDF.

Frank reluctantly pushed the step stool with his foot. Wishing for a miracle and wondering why Tim was taking so long, the worker drone beginning to worry slightly once a feint scrabbling sound could be heard.

"Tim???"

No response.

Frank spins around on the spot, Accidentally kicking over the now saddened step stool and scaring himself with the resulting noise. Tim was gone. The remaining worker drone putting down their dull red toolbox down and retrieving a flashlight from it so he could scan through the foreboding warehouse for the location of his worker buddy. Of course, first place he looked was where the large lever switch that controlled the lights was located. It's red handle situated on the far wall from where Frank was and next to a small doorway indented into the concrete wall and leading down into the underbelly section of the outpost. Nasty unusable place that was, with the humans having never finished it the halls had turned into something more akin to a maze. The WDF never touched that place, warning all of the drone's within the colony to avoid it as to not get lost within the rebar barbed walls. 

Frank was about to go over and activate the lights himself when a small detail caught the corner of his eye. V's body was missing, an oil smear having outlined its unnatural escape and leading over to one of the shipping containers that were stacked high against the walls. The door to the inside of it having been opened. 

The lone worker now ventured hesitantly over to the container, morbid curiosity and confusion powering each booted step the often called LadderBot 5000 took until he peeked around the corner. He severally regretted this action, a small break from the foul sight he saw arriving in the form of his torch powering down. 

"What on Copper 9 is thi-" Faced with the pitch black insides of the container and only hearing the sludgy pulsating of whatever was in here with him, Frank stuttered out a few very wise words that no one would remember. The sound accelerates, fleshy tearing and gurgling joining the frankly quite disturbing composition as Frank took a step back. The shipping container seemingly had other ideas as something slithered past his leg and slammed the escape shut.

Frank, now quite terrified. Attempted to bargain his way out.
"WAIT?! No let me out!"  

Any further pleas were now drowned out by the klaxon like gurgling and various other sounds emitting from the corpse along with a veiny orb of flesh that looked akin to a deformed heart. It's centre holding a void while the body was being propelled by three claw like appendages as the thing freed itself from the confines of V's ribcage. Now it began to blast out a yellow light with such intensity that if one was to look at the container from the outside they could see something akin to shadow puppet show going on within it. Said show ending with the walls going black. Oil stained black, as words printed themselves out in robotically meticulous detail.