Brianna looked at Tiberius. "Did ye just feel the boat go slack?"
The tension from Brute Force's rope was indeed gone. Tiberius peered into the water, his vision slightly better than the Banshee's. "Greg's still underwater. There's a shark down there too."
"A real shark, or another robotic one?"
"It must be robotic. The skin's shinning in the sun's reflection."
Brianna bit her lip. Her sonic cry was no good if Brute Force was twenty-five feet below the surface. "Hang on...Greg. I will never get use to that name." The sound of metallic wings turned Brianna's attention to the sky. The seagulls had returned. She turned back to Tiberius. "Well, this is fittin', aye? You're in your element, and I'm in mine. Ta, I'll cover for ye."
Brianna was in air, her dull gray wings against the silver metallic wings of the gulls. Tiberius dove into the water and made his way towards the shark. The hunters were about to become the hunted.
*** *** ***
"This is where we leave you, Leslie," said Montag. The rest of the team was standing in front of the main entrance. It was a small garage-door-like opening that slid upwards for vehicles and machines to move in and out of.
Leslie loaded the clips into her pistols. "Good luck guys." She turned to Phil. "Kick some ass," she said, winking.
"You sure you don't want the guns glued back on?" asked Mxy.
Leslie was clearly not amused. "What do you think the answer to that will be, Mxy?"
"No need to get picky..."
"We need to get going..." began Grissom. A few tricks later, the security system on the door had been overridden. Montag, Smith, and Mxy ran into the building. "Hey Phil...ten quid the next animal we see will be a robotic chinchilla."
Phil grinned. "Twenty bucks says a robotic mule deer."
