<i>Gen </i>had gotten as much footage as she possibly could, until her phone chimed off an alert of available storage space. "Shit.." She muttered as the phone's video clicked off, but she was confident that she'd gotten as much as she was going to. She sat behind the plotted plant for a time, watching on until her antsy and paranoid behavior refused to allow her to linger.<i>I need to get home and upload this before they get me... </i>After climbing off the fire escape, she took to the streets and nearly ran her whole way home to the apartment building a few blocks away. Out of range from police sirens and the temporary mayhem that had broke loose on the city.<br/><br/>Once home, she didn't waste much time hopping on her laptop and setting up her little video station. Feeling the need to calm her nerves and excitement of the newest evidence acquired, she made herself a cup of tea in the kitchen since she'd wasted hers back at the shop and left it behind. Once she had a cup of chamomile honey bliss in a cup, she made her way to the little corner she'd set up in her apartment to kick off the commentary of the video. There was no lack of screw ups and jumbled thoughts that she would have to edit out, but eventually... the finished product was something that had her beaming.<br/><br/>"<i>Hello, my fellow Gen-fos! Today was both insightful and freakin' terrifying, okay? Tea Time turned into chaos when I noticed there was a chase outside the shop I go to. I don't know what started it, I missed that part. Sorry, guys. But what I caught instead... well. Take a look for yourself. We'll discuss afterwards." </i>The mildly edited phone video played through, and the online video cut back to Gen.<i>"Insane, right? Now, I tried not to cut out too much of the video except for... okay, so I almost busted my ass climbing up that fire escape. You guys don't need to see that. But as you can see... it was eventful. What's even <b>happening </b>here? I have a theory, and you've heard me say it many times before." </i>Making a pyramid of her fingers, her eyes closed with a deep breath until she dipped them forward with a pointed stare into the camera.<i>"Robots. We all have some theories on the shady things that go on behind Big Brother, and this is no different. This is no random drive by, this was executed with a <b>purpose. </b>The woman that got hit by a car? She walked away from it! With nothing! Completely fine. As much as it was just a bump, there would've been some form of a tumble there, or even some evidence of her being injured or sore... it's a friggin' car for Christ's sake. It's only filing into my previous talks and statements made about the existence of robots before. It's not as outlandish or benign as many think. No, your toaster isn't going to come to life. Not yet, anyhow. I'm talking about wolves among sheep, disguised just like the rest of us. Um, hello... Terminator? Time travel aside... it's plausible. Technology is an ever growing industry and scientists are making remarkable discoveries. <br/>
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But you've heard... and seen it here first... I may upload another video when I have more information or study the footage more. But I wanted to share it with you guys first, my Informatives. Comment below and let me know what <b>you </b>think. As always, keep your heads above water and out of the dark. Gen out." </i>With a salute of two fingers from her temple, the bright haired girl disappeared as the final soft blue screen flashed the [Gen]eration [Inform]ative logo and turned off.<br/><br/>Sitting back with a grin on her face, she sank into the couch cushions. "You did good today, Gen... you earned a poptart and a nap," she hummed, rising to her feet to resume a night of snacks, naps, and obsessing over the video she recorded... she came to a rather blatant surprise when she received a call the next day from one of her fellow conspirators. After answering groggily with the imprint of her laptop pressed to her cheek from having fallen asleep on the couch, she rose up and turned on the television. "What? Calm down... slow down. What are you talking abo--- OH MY GOD. THAT'S MY VIDEO!" She shrieked into the receiver, bouncing up and down. "Oh my god.. it's on the<i>news. </i>They said the site name... Holy shit, do you think people are gonna visit it? This is amazing... wait, the guy was abducted?" She snorted. "Yeah, right... the police are so in on it.... Yes they are, Michael!" She spat. "They're government. You think the government isn't informed? You on dope?"<br/><br/>"... Yes, I will be watching the news all day. Shut up. And I'm going to celebrate with delivery. Don't judge my methods, egg rolls help me think!" She chirped before hanging up the phone with a roll of her eyes. "Time to get comfy for a day in," she sighed with a smile, pushing up to her feet to get her Day In Supplies... which consisted of a makeshift snuggie, pillows, laptop, remote and a Chinese takeout menu.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Even something as tedious as packing wasn't much of a challenge for Brandon and Nat. On his own, he would've dreaded it, but there was something about her being next to him that motivated him to get it done. Or maybe the promise of<i>after </i>the work was done, that there might be play time. Even the hiccup of breaking mugs didn't seem to phase him, and he was calm while she freaked out about it.<br/><br/>"Babe,<i>babe... </i>Relax. It's okay. Accidents happen. You can just tell me I'm the Best Boyfriend<i><b>Ever </b></i>instead of the mug," he grinned to her, turning around and crouching to help her pick up the pieces of shattered ceramic. "Hey,<i>hey.</i>" The lilt in his voice meaningfully trying to get her attention as he held the shards in one hand and reached out to cup her cheek with the other. Lifting his brows, his chin tucked with a pointed look in her direction. "It's a cup. And I have no stones to throw in the klutz department. Remember when I broke that lamp I got you?" He snickered, shaking his head.<i>And the stand it stood on... </i>He'd tripped over the stand, fell on it, broke it and shattered the lamp in the process. Though, luckily... it was an ugly goddamn lamp. He was pretty terrible when it came to picking out good presents.<br/><br/>His hand fell away from her face to try to pick more up, and looked back up when she seemed to have nicked her finger. "You okay?" He rose, setting aside the larger shards on the counter and made a move to follow her before she stopped him. Pouting a little bit, he looked down to the glass on the floor then back to her. "Alright, there's a kit under the sink!" He called after her, crouching back down to pick up the bigger pieces.<br/><br/>When she came back, he returned the kiss and grasped her wrist to take a look at her cut finger. "Here." Pulling open a junk drawer, he found a band aid and broke open the package. He wrapped it around, but not before he kissed the boo boo like the disgusting sap he was. "There. Don't wanna get anything in it."<br/><br/>By the time they were done, it was indeed far too late to trek over to the new place. Instead, they enjoyed one more night in his apartment. Between the coffee ring on the table, the mark left behind like two teenagers carving their names into a tree, and reminiscing about everything they'd experienced together in that place, sleep came easy and peacefully as the warmth of her hand was dwarfed by his own.<br/><br/>Come morning, he was still sprawled in the same position though his hair was mussed from sleep and the sheet was askew on his tall frame. One arm hung over the side of the bed and he seemed to still be out cold. At least until he felt the nudge of his ribs that made him snort awake, his head popping up with a squinted and slack sleepy expression. "Mn, what?" He rasped, looking around before looking over at her. It took a long moment for her words to register, and even then it still sounded insane. "A sign? Who was kidnapped?" His brows furrowed as his head thumped back to the pillow, his hand smoothing over his face like he could rub away the sleep. "Mn, what time is it?" He muttered, rubbing his eyes before he reached for the phone to read the article while she snuggled up to his side. His arm curled around her back and his hip cocked out to wedge his leg between hers, entangling their legs. Squinting at the screen, he scanned over the words until he shifted a glance her way. "You know I don't say no to a puppy..." He snickered. "Nothing says break in a place like getting a puppy to break everything in it," he grinned, scrolling through the article as his brows furrowed deeply. "Shit... I'm surprised no one's called me about this yet.." He muttered, though Wyman had promised to only call him if it was something that couldn't be handled there.<br/><br/>Handing back her phone, he rolled his body to tip her onto her back and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "Not the first time people have lost their goddamn minds in this city," he sighed, smearing his cheek across hers before lifting his head to peer down at her. "We should make coffee... and make pan-- wait, everything's packed up," his brows furrowed as he looked over his shoulder to the doorway. "We should go out for breakfast," he announced to her before his eyes widened, his head tipping down to press his nose to hers. He couldn't make his eyes as big as hers, but dammit if he didn't try. "<i>Bacon....</i>" He whispered, before chuckling and started to rise, just to sprawl back out again with his head on her chest. "Ngh... in a minute. By the way, how's the finger?" He asked, closing his eyes to enjoy the soft thump of her heartbeat.<br/><br/>After lounging in bed for a while and enjoying the fact neither of them had to jump out of bed early to head to work, they enjoyed some their time laying in bed together and working up a bit of an appetite before finally getting up and getting ready for the day. About the time that they were ready to head out the door that Brandon gave pause to his phone going off in his pocket. "Oh no..." He muttered, looking down at his jeans before he it a weary look.<i>Please don't tell me they're calling me in... </i>Biting back a groan, he shared a look with Nat that said the same thing. "Maybe Wyman's just buggin' to see about the new apartment.." he hoped, pulling the phone out of his pocket to find that it was indeed Wyman who was calling. Answering it, they paused in the doorway of uncertainly if they were leaving for breakfast or if he was going to have to get changed to head into work. Such was the struggle of the cop life.<br/><br/>"Hello?"<br/><br/>"<i>Brandon, you're not gonna believe this...</i>"<br/><br/>"If you're calling me in..."<br/><br/>"<i>No,</i>" Wyman chuckled. "<i>We've got things handled here... but you missed one crazy report. You hear about what happened with the woman who's husband was kidnapped?</i>"<br/><br/>Brandon released a breath, smiling when Wyman promised he wasn't calling him in. The look on both their faces eased as he lifted his chin to say they could go. "Yeah, Nat showed me the article this morning. What's going on?" Locking up behind them, he spoke to his officer on the way out though didn't seem to waste time in lacing his fingers through hers on the way down the stairs.<br/><br/>"<i>Well, just as the article and news are saying. Woman smacked the man with a twirling sign, took Mrs. Moore and they seemed to be pursued by others. Mr. Moore was seen taken into a van. No information on the license plate, but we do have a description of the van. You'll... never guess what she said in her report.." <br/>
</i><br/>Turning to the next flight, he raised a brow with a glance to Natalie as she watched him. "Aliens?" He smirked through his tease.<br/><i><br/>
"Close, but no. She said people kidnapped her husband and said he was a robot,</i>" Wyman snorted, and Brandon's own echoed through the receiver. He actually had to halt his steps to compose himself. The matter of kidnapping was serious but... "You're joking, right?"<br/><i><br/>
"I wish I was. <b>What? Yes, I'll be right there. </b>Alright, chief. I gotta go, but I wanted to share that with you and... keep you updated. Play the civilian and see if you can hear people talk." <br/>
</i><br/>"Will do," Brandon snorted. "Call me if you need anything, and thanks for covering this Wyman."<br/><i><br/>
"You got it, bud. Give Nat a bear hug for me.</i>" Brandon laughed and agreed before hanging up the phone as they went down the rest of the stairwell.<br/><br/>"I probably shouldn't tell you this but..." He looked over at Nat, shaking his head. "The woman is saying people called her husband... a fucking<i>robot. </i>What the hell has this city come to?" He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sure she's traumatized," he paused, opening the door to let them out of the building before continuing. "Her husband was kidnapped. Who wouldn't be? But... a robot?" He whispered, laughing it off before he stopped himself. "Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing. Oh," he paused, turning to face her as he stooped down and wrapped her arms around her waist, straightening to lift Natalie off the ground with a tight squeeze and a grunt. "This is from Wyman," he grinned, turning his head to peck her cheek before he let her down. "That's from me," he informed her.