Chains was mysterious. He could sneak in and out of any situation and gather intel when everyone else would fail. His unique set of skills was valued by the boss. With some, humor would open doors. With others, threats or bribes would work and then there were ladies. He was especially charming with the ladies. They would open their mouth and tell him anything he wanted. On more than one occasion, they would open their legs too.

"Long time no see Chains. What is this news you have?" The boss was still bleeding all over the floor but the sudden joy from the sight of an old friend has wiped all the pain away. BM was still needed because despite of his enthusiasm, he did begin to feel a bit queasy.

"I gathered the intel you asked me about. It is quite interesting. You may even say it is surprising. Here..." Chains reached in his inner pocket and picked up his phone. His long fingers harmoniously went over the black device and brought the images up to the screen.

"Here is the info about forces rising in various lands."

"Some expected and some not so much. Marvelous." A huge smile extended throughout the boss's face. His cheeks raised and small wrinkles appeared next to his eyes. He was proud. Not satisfied but proud. Perhaps he was immune to satisfaction or maybe it was his inner perfectionism that always wanted more.

"This tells us nothing." Marty said, "How can we know those are not robot armies. What good is a number if there is no explanation behind it? Marty always was a bit of a party pooper but then again, he did have a point there.

"Are you questioning my data?" Chains looked at Marty with contempt in his eyes and put his hand on Glock 17 that was on his hip.

"There, there, boys. I will not have that sort of energy in my house and you are not too old for me to put you over my knee." BM came just in the right moment to defuse the tension that was building up. She raised her finger at Marty and Chains and went to tend to boss's wound.

"What my young protege should have said more politely is that some people have concerns that robots are still high in numbers. Did you manage to gather some intel on that too?" the boss said as his smile turned to painful frown while BM began stitching him.

"Here you go. Look for yourself." Chains swiped across the screen and a new image appeared.

"Remarkable. Thank you Chains, I knew I could count on you to deliver." he pointed his finger towards the laptop on the table and looked at his protege. Marty knew what his boss wanted, he has gotten accustomed to reading the boss's mind. Sometimes he just threw words at him and Marty needed to decipher them. At least this time he gestured at the thing so Marty quickly got the laptop and turned it on in front of his boss.

"Here we go. This should ease some minds." The boss made a few clicks and then turned the laptop around so everyone could see what was on the screen.

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