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Rusty was rather surprised to find Brock just sitting by the fire, casually smoking a cigarette.
"I thought you were fixing HELPeR," he said.
"I was," Brock said easily.
"What do you mean, 'was'?" Rusty asks. "The compound isn't going to guard itself, you know."
"Someone took him." Brock didn't seem very bothered at all, which seriously bothered Rusty.
"You just let someone walk off with him?" he demanded. "Didn't I hire you to, oh, I don't know. Kill people for doing exactly that sort of thing?"
Brock shrugged. "Well, technically, you didn't hire me. I was assigned."
"Go get my robot back!" When Rusty gets angry, he has this vein in his neck that bulges out, and it always makes Brock want to laugh.
"Can't," he said, trying to hold it back. "It's a fight I can't win."
"I find that very hard to believe," Rusty said. "And who, am I to believe, is too much for you to beat in a fight?"
Brock shrugged. "I dunno. Some pregnant chick."