Sen7inel shouldn't have been here.
Correction: She wasn't supposed to be here.
Dumpster diving was a thing of her past. Something she outgrew. Something that she did before she was the 'Coyote' or even 'Sen7inel'. It was something she had to do in order to survive. Back then it was a matter of finding the right piece of paper that she could sell to the local crime rings for a few cents a page. Or pull some parts that still worked out of a busted computer that she could use to Frankenstein her own together.
Those were different days. The reminder still tasted sour in her mouth.
Gray eyes stared over what seemed to be an endless supply of broken appliances among mountains of litter. She needed some old copper wire, just a enough of the right gauge to repair one of her main servers back at her safehouse. It had shorted when the hacker overclocked the CPU while working a gig and the usual store she bought from was fresh out. The next store over, charging double the usual going price. On principal alone, she wouldn't buy. It was basically highway robbery and she wouldn't support it.
So she ended up here, snuck in during a change of shifts, a near empty pack slung over her back.
The wire wasn't going to find itself...
Boots stepped forward, avoiding anything that would stick to the sole. The first appliance, an oven, had already been gutted. Probably before it was delivered. She moved on to the next. Also gutted.
A long sigh whispered through her lips. Maybe she should have just bought from the damn storeā
A shuffling of metal on metal interrupted her thought, to her right near a few refrigerators. Too loud to be a rat and she was pretty sure the next shift through here wasn't scheduled for another hour at least.
Curious. Quietly, she stepped towards the noise and peered carefully around to see...
"What the hell?" A brow quirked up in disbelief at the sight of a orange robot on wheels fussing with the large appliance.
Must be a new prototype the city is rolling out? Though, she couldn't recall any announcement about it. Maybe it was a pet project? Her curiosity only grew.
"You uh... what are you... doing?"
Ha ha. Turns out if he just pressed his grabber hard enough against the back plating of the refrigerator, cybertronian alloy was way stronger than this flimsy scrap that he could just puncture the rear steel, and use the new hole to peel it away to better observe the interior. And, sure enough, coiled around the primitive little motor in the base? Copper.
He's probably going need about twenty fridges worth of coils to weave into a cable that could replace the damaged part of the main console wiring, but, there is a little graveyard of them here so that wont take him to-
"Uh!" A crackle of his voicebox in a yelp at the sudden voice, and he is twisting to look at the equally startled organic peering over at him.
Think, think, think!
"Main-ten-ance bot. White goods stock-stock-stock take" Fixit droned, dropping his voice low into what he hoped sounded like the robots he saw on the big projections amongst the parked cars across town. The 'Moon Light Theatre', he thinks its called.
"Authorised personnel only"















