She flicked her wrist, and the metal spool of wire at her hip lanced out and decapitated one of the combat drones. I checked the rating and found it was a brute seven type with a mover six rating, dead like a dog without a chance. Then she went back on walking like it was a stroll along the beach in the afternoon. Floating above her hand was a chunk of metal, she played with it as if it was clay. She then turned and gave me a smug look, well, it looked like there was a little personality bleed along with the genetic knowledge. I was alright with that, all of the people I picked for genetic samples were decent people. I wouldn't call them good, well, maybe Chun Li, but even she killed guys by crushing them with her thighs in the Street Fighter Universe. I had major doubts that it was only a Cammy thing to do. Not with M. Bison running around.
They were all decent people in my books, and I was more than happy to see people super gynoid androids had their own little quirks and personalities. Now, I just had to keep myself from sticking it into a fembot, for now.
*Knock*
*Knock*
Looking up from my workstation, I turned in time to see Armstrong bursting into the room.
"I'm coming through the door like a normal person," Armstrong called as he barged in without even knocking, the tight security guard shirt ripping as the man stood under the light and flexed for all the nurses.
My hand came up to my face with a resounding smack, that personality quirk I wish I didn't have to see, but he was great at his job, so there was no point in rebuilding him. After pulling my hands down my face, I gave him a look, "What do you need, Armstrong?"
He gave that big smile that reminded me of Maato Guy, then jabbed a thumb at his chest, "I have arrived to inform you that the General is here, with guests."
Okay, that made me stop, "Which General, who?" I asked as I turned my full attention toward Armstrong.
He did that double cough thing to clear his throat as he did a quick flick of the wrist to share the security footage he had prepared, "A General Hackett, his granddaughter, security guards, and a squad."
I blinked as the video popped up on my focus and I watched as the General was shown around the hospital. My attention, though, was on his granddaughter, who was more than enjoying her time with Arcanine, that's mahh boy. I think that I just might give her one; it's clear the poor dear was already in love with my pup.
Getting up, I hit the intercom and called the training to a close, it would seem that I had places to be. Leaving the others to clean up, I pulled off my lab coat and hung it up as I went for a teleportation point. A quick press of my hand onto the panel's surface and I was transported upwards and into the quick response area of the hospital.
Before I could step off the teleportation point, I had to pull my foot back as one of the Nurses strolled by. One of our more wealthy clients was within the wheelchair she was pushing. It was good that Glynda was working on her client list with Quinn. It was a good thing I was able to put those two in a room together, already millions were rolling in.
A thought brought up his medical records, and I almost winced at the sight of testicular cancer. His treatment would take about a week since he also wanted the big boy package upgrade. Then by the end of it all he would have paid well over a hundred thousand in total. In the end, he would be whole again along with being able to piss like a racehorse. Good too because the man didn't have any kids and he needed those if he wanted someone to inherit his business.
It did make me wonder when I would be seeing Uppercrust, good chance he is still scoping things out. I was more ambivalent about his group, but not so much when it came to Bastard-Son. That asshole was going to die and if he was that lucky. Then he would be able to taste my boot before he died with how far I planned to shove it up his ass.