He looked at her. It had worked. Sort of. She still thought of him as master. The pleading look in her eyes however told him he couldn't leave this half done. His mind went into overdrive as he began to work out how to make this work. He pulled off the hoodie and draped the soft black synthetic cotton around her. She was small enough it covered her suitably. He perched his hat on her head. The jacket smelled of earthy street and apple and jasmine hookah tobbacco. And him. A faintly spicy scent of his flesh and the cologne he wore. He took her had. His mind processed the words. 'Just a story. Just a job. Just another way to expose the corruption. They can feel. They can think. That's all this is.'<br/><br/>He without preamble led her down the hallway.  She would be able to see her brothers and sisters.  Each similar to her. No words. Just watching without emotion as they passed.<br/><br/>They got to the doorway out. A service entrance and had gotten outside when an alarm sounded. The man winced and pulled her into another alleyway. It began to rain. There were no lights but fires in old trash barrels and the faces of the destitute. Finally after an hour on foot, they arrived in an apartment block.<br/><br/>He led her inside and looked around. The scrambler was done. It's signal fried along with the components. They could have been spotted. Or worse. Detained. He slumped down on a worn sofa. His green eyes fixed on hers. "We made it. This is my bloc. You can call me Max. That's not my real name.  But it'll do for now. I'm not your master. I'm a guy trying to show people what the people who made you do."<br/><br/>Max was shaking. His eyes showed how scared he was. How close they'd come. He slowly packed his hookah and took a drag. Presently he found on a small pile of what appeared to be disc's made of plastic, large and black and selected one and put it on a small table the sounds of David Bowie singing Starman began to play. He looked over at her. "Now I have you here I don't even have the faintest idea on what to do with you. I mean. I know what to do. But I don't have like a bed or anything. You can sleep in mine. I'll sleep on my sofa."