The night is pouring down heavily. Nearly every building with all doors shut but the one with a neon green sign that says, “Gush and Goods”.

“The smoke shops are going quiet.”A store owner sitting behind a barred window thought to himself with sudden laughter. “Quitting time!”.

A beeping sound from the door monitors goes off.

“If you need to buy a quick smoke. Best to go fast.”

“I will”. Said by a man wearing a mask, a blue shirt, and black overalls.

“What the hell is the mask for?!” the manager asked urgently.

“Transfer me your credits. NOW!” the anger of the manager turned to quaking fear.

The helpless owner shouted and started to plead while his hands were still up. “Please, this is my daily savings!”

The masked one points a dark and slick metal pistol through the owner's cash register gate. “Guarded or not. Ill blow you to bits. Now transfer!”

“Ok!” The owner complied. “Sir, I can’t get a reading of you. Do you even have cyber optics?”

The thief grumbled. “Shit! My bank account transfer number is six,two,four,three, seven. You dox me. You're dead!”

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The owner nodded his head. Using his installed cyber optics to navigate the internet. Accessing his bank account. “Ok, transferred.”

“Thanks for the cooperation.” The thief ran out as soon as he could. “What the hell?” He thought while turning around towards the store. “The store shut from behind me, but he was still in.” A bright light came flashing above. “Police drones!?”

The howl of sirens comes raging nearly on time.

“Goddamn bastard must have alerted them. Should have smoked him when I had the chance.”

Suddenly, a wave of large black trucks is parked in a small lot. The side of the truck's container begins to open up horizontally.

“Cop droids. So many of them!”

The robots come jumping from the trucks in a slick and professional

manner. Swarming the thief.

“Ten seconds to put down your weapon!” The programmed black and white robot spouted.

“OK!” the thief said as he put his hands up.

“I’ll calm down. Just don't shoot!” He puts down the weapon.

“Target isn’t cooperating! Fire at will!” The machine shouts the command.

“What?!” the thief was shocked. “NO!” Suddenly a hell of gunfire is unleashed.

“Theat, eliminated.” the commanding robot spouted as it and the others slowly walked back to their vans. “Transiting footage to multiple news broadcasting stations.”

The rain was falling, and the doors of the shop opened back up. “Oh, my good god!” The owner shrieks in horror at the

bloodstain parkway.