<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F352828952051158380%2F&amp;hash=9dc1a81c65c3ee4935c5200b01eb1603" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/352828952051158380/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Alejandra Vega</a>had not moved from her lab since this morning, having gotten wrapped up in creating her diagrams regarding how the synthetic organs might have been installed. Unfortunately, biology wasn't her strong suit, though her current job had certainly been a crash course in the basics of it, given how fucking sick Melius had to be in making these damn things. As per usual, her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DZkkr-HhnwS8%26list%3DPLfXqx1KnUzc3N0EBQeoZokLtzpepL1RwS%26index%3D1&amp;hash=f4f626d77ef064a3e47c875953eafbb1" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zkkr-HhnwS8&amp;list=PLfXqx1KnUzc3N0EBQeoZokLtzpepL1RwS&amp;index=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">music</a>was blasting. It was something to help her relax and also a preventative measure to prevent Melius from getting any audio outside of the lab. And if her...tastes, for lack of a better word, put a bit of fear into Melius, then that was just fine with her. The lab was strewn with the metallic body parts of the Butcher's past victims, about twelve in total, all dissected and each with their own set of surprisingly legible notes. She still didn't quite think the nickname was appropriate. It was only butchering if what you were cutting up was an actual animal or person. Androids were hunks of metal wearing a synthetic meat suit. Peel that away and they were just metal and wires.<br/><br/>It would have been difficult for the average person to believe that Alejandra was capable of such things upon first glance. But then again, no one thought much about a small skinny Mexican girl on the spectrum, unless it was that she was odd and occasionally didn't seem to be aware of her surroundings. Hell, she wasn't even dressed to terrify, clad in jeans with the cuffs folded up to fit, brown scuffed-up ankle boots, and a loose t-shirt of deep green. Yet in her year of service with the Resistance, she had managed to scare even her comrades with her work, and her casual attitude regarding it all. If anything, Al got excited whenever she got a new toy to take apart and study. Every<i>chatarra </i>head ripped apart was another advantage over Melius. The discovery of a little electric shock to immobilize them? That had been her discovery, and to be honest she regretted how ecstatic she had been when she had reported the development. Maybe she shouldn't have brought the bot back to life just to knock it out as an example. But she would have lying if she had said she hadn't enjoyed it just a little.<br/><br/>Al perked up when she heard Kassia shouting through the microphone and instantly felt anticipation course through her at the word "present". She knew what that meant. Al immediately dropped what she was doing and thew on her work apron. Then she did a quick grab of her gun, shock baton, and knife, and shoved each into their respective compartments of her belt. While she didn't turn down her music, she opened the door to the lap and poked her head out to look up at Kassia, an impish grin on her face.<br/><br/>"Bring it in," she instructed over the blaring bass and thunderous lyrics.<br/><br/>The cart bearing the bot had barely gotten near her when she grabbed the handle and then pushed it in with a kick of her foot. It whirled in to nearly crash into her dissection table.<br/><br/>"Take a break after you report in, okay," she told Kassia with an encouraging smile. "These fuckers can be a handful."<br/><br/>With that, Al retreated into her what would become a synthetic blood-stained lab and closed the doors. She went over to her stereo and turned the music up even louder just in time for another<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DZ7m_qmr7KYA%26list%3DPLfXqx1KnUzc3N0EBQeoZokLtzpepL1RwS%26index%3D8&amp;hash=46c44bf43fd68af9bfe1c30d8d8274c1" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7m_qmr7KYA&amp;list=PLfXqx1KnUzc3N0EBQeoZokLtzpepL1RwS&amp;index=8" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">song switch</a>. Good, she needed something more aggressive for this. In a practiced, almost mechanical manner, the Butcher donned her surgical mask and splash shield. Removing the sheet, all she could think was that if the man's replacement hadn't been the worst tragedy of his life, his looks would have been. Well, Melius never said it was going to replace the pretty people.<br/><br/>Yet just as she was about to grab her tray of tools, the slightest hint of movement caught her eye and sure enough, the android was attempting to raise its head. It got to only a meager angle before a gunshot resounded over the music and a bullet buried deep into its skull. The impact sent the thing falling to the ground, writhing and twitching. Cool and calm, Alejandra crouched down and planted her shock baton square in the middle of its chest just as the song hit its crescendo. Sparks flew across the android's body like misplaced fireworks. In the span of a minute, all movement finally stopped and smoke emitted from the ears and mouth as well as a clear fluid dripping from the mouth and eyes that was customary with these machines. Al had surmised it was the appearance of the liquid that was supposed to give the appearance of blood before it could be colored in the systems processors.<br/><br/>It was hardly the first android she had shot. The first had been the one that tried to replace her brother.