Motivation

“If we get arrested it’s your fault.” Carrie hissed at her friend.

“We aren’t going to get arrested,” Kim quietly, almost robotically replied as her fingers flew over the keys.

“You say that, but I have a presentiment about this.” Carrie whispered as her fingers absent-mindedly played with her long blond braid.

Silence reigned for heart pounding seconds as Kim used her pad to hack into the Weyland cargo holding facility. The two of them had planned this raid for months. No one would chance breaking into a Weyland facility without ample preparation, but more importantly without motivation.

Kim and Carrie had enough motivation to storm the main office building followed by NBN and every social media reporter on their heels. Weyland had stolen Kim’s daughter. It had been a year ago, at night, from a children’s hospital.

The high pitched buzz of a plasma pistol priming broke the silence and both Kim and Carrie’s shoulders slumped.

Standing behind them was a tall bioroid security guard with his sidearm primed but not directly pointed at the two women.  

Carrie gave her friend a severe glare for the briefest moment before she composed her face and addressed the bioroid in an innocent and sweet voice, “can I help you?”

“No,” his gruff masculine voice replied. With a faint smile he continued, “but I can help you.” With that he raised his pistol and fired.

The lock was melted into slag.