"Yes, time is of the essence" Dr.Wyatts agreed. He was relieved when Zen dropped the metal bolt from his jaws, but he knew that they didn't have time to relax. "I'll tell you about the Vorena as we run. He stood up and addressed his nanites.<br/>"Do you understand your mission?"<br/><span style="color: #AAAAAA"><span style="font-weight: bold">Yes, we are to integrate with Tantomahls body, but leave Zen's body to the original nano's ...</span></span>The nanites smiled.<span style="color: #AAAAAA"><span style="font-weight: bold">We promise not to pick on our little brothers.</span></span>Dr.Wyatts grinned. "Then lets do it..."<br/><br/>The nanites concentrated on the arm they were holding. As Zen watched, the metal form that they had taken started to liquify and flow into the arm. The arms themselves were starting to thicken slightly, all the way to their base plate, as Tantomahl's missing mass was restored to him. Within seconds, the Virashian metal was reabsorbed and the destroyed sections of Tantomahls mind were restored. With the missing flesh returned, the hunger Tantomahl had been unintentionally forcing on Zen ceased, easing Zen hunger substantially. The four arms swerved and looked at the doctor, their eyes glowing a brighter red as they spoke...this time perfectly.<br/><span style="color: #777777"><span style="font-weight: bold">Thank you Wyats......It's SO GOOD to be WHOLE again!</span></span><br/>"Sorry, no time for pleasentries Tantomahl. Do you remember Zen getting shot with a dart?", Dr. Wyatts asked, his usually calm face filled with concern.<br/><span style="color: #777777"><span style="font-weight: bold">No, I don't remember, but the AI's might...</span></span>The eyes of the other three arms glowed brightly for a moment.<span style="color: #777777"><span style="font-weight: bold">Yes, there <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> a dart...they collected a sample.</span></span><br/>"Let me see it please...Hurry."<br/>Tantomahl extended one arm towards the doctor, the eye receeding into it and the tip reforming into a small bowl, into which the sample poured. Dr. Wyatts held the bowl close to his face and studied it. As everyone watched, Dr. Wyatts eyes began to glow in a red color similar to Zen's arms, and his pupils expanded and contracted rapidly several time, almost like a camera's iris...<br/>....................................................................................................<br/>Rubar stooped down and lifted the young man to his feet. "No, you will die today, but the Vorena is not were your headed...I'm taking you to Zen."<br/>The guard blanched. "Zen? Zen AKU?!?" He started to back away, but Rubar held him firmly. "Yes him. Don't worry, he's more gentle than you think. If you don't anger him, it will be over very quickly..." At that moment, Rubar heard steps coming down the hall.<br/>"......and you won't be going alone..." Rubar jumped out into the hallway swinging his sword. A couple short swears and a few thuds later, Rubar re-entered the room with three soldiers  strung on his sword by their beltloops. "Come on, we have to hurry..."<br/>The young man couldn't explain what he was feeling, but the moment Rubar said he wasn't going to the Vorena, he relaxed. He new that he was still going to die, but he felt that somehow he was doing the right thing. He walked over and Rubar grabbed him around the waist with one arm, swinging the unconsious soldiers over his shoulder with the other. Rubar took his burden and ran for the window again, his tattoo glowing as he leaped out the window and began his rapid glide to Dr. Wyatt's cell...<br/>....................................................................................................<br/>Zaoaura remained in the hall, listening in on the conversation .As she eavsdropped, she felt a tingle at the back of her head, a sure sign that they were being watched. She followed her senses back towards the hole in the ceiling and noticed for the first time the camera that was silently spying on them. Zaoaura growled, raising her hand towards the lens. The five remaining laser turrets focused on the camera and fired, turning it into slag and burnt plastic...<span style="color: #FF00FF">Shit...<span style="font-weight: bold">GUY'S? WE WERE BEING WATCHED...THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE!</span></span>She called running back to the cell to join the others...