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[cheerupemoborg]

The Manhunters are ready. You'll find them in the lobby.


[There are three androids standing smack dab in the middle of the lobby this afternoon, and they're a weird bunch: they make virtually no movements but will curiously eye anyone who comes walking through.

Turn your back on them and you'll feel three pairs of eyes digging into the back of your skull.

What do, Paradisa?]

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[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss goes back and forth through the lobby at least twice before the twitchiness between her shoulder blades. She makes sure to carry weapons with her after that, eying the androids right back.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[The Manhunters aren't stupid. They see the weapons and pay a bit more attention to her whenever she passes by.]

Hank

[molotov]

Oh, good. It took you long enough. Robot has been covering the whole reserve by himself.

[And then she's down to meet her new guards!]

Molotov

[cheerupemoborg]

Enjoy.

[The second Molotov appears, the Manhunters will snap to attention. This one matches the Grandmaster's description...]

[molotov]

[Molotov lights up a cigarette and then addresses her new technological pets.]

Hello, Robots. You will be patrolling my bear reserve twenty-four hours a day from now until further notice. Understood?

[cheerupemoborg]

[The Manhunters respond in unison..]

Understood.

[molotov]

Three miles back behind the castle, you cannot miss it. Disturb the bears as little as possible. You are watching mainly for one woman, Rosalie Cullen. Blonde, bright eyes, sparkles in the daylight. She is not likely to use the front entrance. Brock Samson and Lucrezia Borgia have full access to the reserve at all times, never bother them. Visitors are welcome, but detain anyone who seems suspicious. Anyone who attempts to enter through any place other than the front entrance is someone that you have my permission to exterminate with extreme prejudice.

Any questions?

[cheerupemoborg]

['Suspicious' is damn near everyone as far as they're concerned.

The trio look at each other briefly.]

...A description of 'Brock Samson' and 'Lucrezia Borgia' will be required.

[molotov]

Brock Samson is my husband. 6'8", around two-hundred fifty pounds, muscular, curly dark blond hair. Lucrezia Borgia is small, barely over five feet. Very pale, with light blonde hair. Big eyes. She will probably be wearing either modern women's work out clothing, or else elaborate gowns from the Renaissance.

[cheerupemoborg]

Understood. Descriptions have been filed away.

Orders?

[molotov]

Go to the reserve and start patrolling. Oh, and send Robot back, I need him for cleaning.

[cheerupemoborg]

[They nod, before turning to head outside.]

It will be done.

[molotov]

Thank you, Robots!

[She's going to fashion them numbered sweaters, so that she can refer to them as Two, Three and Four.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Life is suffering.]