Strolling back to the meeting, tail swishing, humming a tune, Puddles watched as a ganger sat in the chair, put his augmented arm onto a tabletop built into the armrest. Chuck, maintaining his role as technician, made a show of pulling out several tools to open the back of the ganger’s augment. Twist stood behind and to the right of the chair watching Chuck work. Doctor Mill stood off to the side near the edge of the lighting talking in rapid-fire whispers to Whiskers.
“This will take a few minutes,” Chuck said with authority to the ganger. “Open this port and connect this and…”
“How is the operation goin’?” Puddles asked as she slide next to Twist.
Twist glared at her for a moment, Puddles smiled back, “Your men are in good hands,” she said with a wink.
“Good hands,” Chuck repeated with a laugh, “that’s a good one.”
The gangers and Twist started laughing.
“Hold still for a second,” Chuck ordered the ganger as he pushed a few buttons after slotting the chip in place. “See, green lights, everything is a go. You should notice a difference in the next few hours.”
“Check him,” Twist ordered.
Another ganger pulled out a square object and waved the object over the other ganger’s augment. A series of bleeps and tones sounded before a light in the center turned green. The ganger held the screen to Twist, who nodded.
“What’s that?” Puddles asked pointing at the device.
“Nothing you need to be concerned with,” Twist replied with a growl, Puddles took a step back.
“Who’s next?” Chuck asked.
Twist pointed at a ganger who sat down in the chair. When Twist turned away, Puddles walked over to Whiskers and Doctor Mill still deep in conversation.
“I am not sure I understand,” Whiskers whispered at Doctor Mill.
Sweating with panic in his every move, “You don’t understand who they are. He will kill all of us if your chips don’t work!”
“Doctor, please calm down,” Whiskers replied putting a paw on Doctor Mill’s arm. “What exactly is the problem?”
“I owe a lot of isstas to…”
“Him,” Puddles interjected, “I would guess.”
Doctor Mill nearly collapsed, Whiskers’ held him up, “Is this why you have done so much replacement work for him?”
Doctor Mill shook his head.
Puddles leaned closed to his right ear, “Trust me Doc, this IS under control.”
He looked at her like she was crazy.
In Puddles ear John said, “Three clear signals. Get the fourth and we are good.”
Whiskers nodded to Puddles and walked over to Chuck. Twist sat in the chair with a heavy thud, watching every move Chuck made.
“Everything coming along?” Whiskers asked Chuck.
“Of course,” he replied, “and done.”
Twist stood up, waited for the green light, flexing his augment the entire time, “Feels good.”
“Then we have a deal?” Whiskers asked.
“Yes we do.”
“Four clear signals,” John said into Puddles ear.
Whiskers handed Twist a holo-card, “In three weeks, call this number for the follow up. If you do not call, the chips will cease functioning on their own.”
Twist growled, “You will hear from me.”