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With grey clouds overhead, and already damp ground beneath his boots; Rage had walked miles on miles to get to civilization. Or rather; whatever the civilization left behind. His target at the moment was a mechanical store, what would an A.I. need from it? Well, spare parts.
He had spent some good few months blissfully living in the middle of nowhere, until his camp was raided and he took flight. His first order of business was to secure any scrap metal usable, just in case.
Once he got to the store, his spirits - or whatever A.I.s had - were thrown down in the dumps, the place was almost ransacked clean. But he looked around anyway, carefully, looking through whatever was left behind. Of course, none of it had value.
He was about to leave; until he heard the doors being slammed open and gunshots in the distance, and he immediately hid behind an isle. Watching closely.