"Deploying!"
The turret locked its beam on the humanoid figure hiding in the doorway. Its wings opened as it prepared to fire, but no bullets came out. It paused, confused; its red beam blinked on and off as it tried to fire again.
The person walked over to the turret. He set down his faithful companion cube on a table, and picked up a wrench that was stuck underneath her.
"I know what you're thinking, Doug," she warned, "and I don't like it."
Doug chuckled, and lightly stroked her cracked casing. "Oh, there are a lot of things you don't like, Cissy."
Doug walked back to the turret. A light from above shone on his face, showing his hollo
