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"A pull of a trigger and you're dead. I don't need you. I simply prefer you." He hissed back, growling to her. "As long as it can be helped, I'll keep you alive." He held himself back from pulling the trigger as she yelled into his ear, his violent programing screaming to lash out.

"It's not whether or not you want me anymore, Allison. I've gotten that. It's a matter of whether or not I want you now." He growled furiously as old skeletons were dug from his metaphorical closet. Taking his finger off the trigger, he bashed the gun into her bare head with the sickening smack of metal hitting bone. He'd refrained himself from hitting her so hard as to crack her skull, but aimed to concuss her.

O'malley stumbled to his feat, snapping his dislocated leg back into its socket as is hung lifelessly. He padded around to Tex, hovering over her body as she lay still. His violent urges screamed at him to kill her. He glared angrily down to her limp body, growling as he carefully moved it off to the side, to an area untouched by their violent confrontations.

Urges to silently slip himself into the AI slot of her helmet were shoved to the side as the AI slipped a pill into the freelancers mouth, forcing her to swallow as he ran a paw along her neck. He'd have a chance to bandage her bleeding leg, and have time to leave before the drug wore out.

He slipped the heavily damaged leg piece off from around her, eyeing the clean hole through it. He snarled as he looked at the wound, noting how deep he had shifted the bullet. He fumbled for a moment before pulling a small first aid kit from a pocket in his armor. He removed the small scalpel and alcohol bottle, sanitizing the knife and the wound.

A few moments later a soft chime was heard as a mangled bullet hit the cement floor. A clean needle stitched its way through her flesh, closing the hole tightly. O'malley bound the leg in gauze to stop the blood flow, and with that picked himself up, staring down at her once more. "That should be good enough to keep you alive..." He eyed the helmet that lay askew on the floor one last time before telling himself it was too soon. He silently padded away, knowing he'd have to leave a new trail once again... Who knew how long it'd take her to catch up a second time.

**167 days later**

O'malley sat silently, his dark black tail swaying unseen in the dark of the night. It had been nearly half a year since he'd been here last, but it had felt all too soon. The memories were still fresh in his artificial mind. His eyes traveled lazily over the dark blood stains on the cement below him. Her blood stains.

He was on his way for another rendezvous with the white clad fox, and had found the familiar place in his path. He remembered sitting in the exact same spot as he watched her throw her helmet across the room, her red hair was still vivid in his mind. The AI looked around the room one last time, sighing and leaping down to the ground in another fit of deja vu.

He padded quietly along the cement, heading towards the same area he left through when leaving the unconscious fem on the floor. The time flashed lazily in the corner of his eye, turning over a minute. His eyes turned to it before he sighed, not wanting to be late. He still had a while to travel before he was at his rendezvous point.

O'malley lazily made his way from the facility, leaving the memories packed away once again in his memory banks. He padded silently down a path, relative silence in the area around him. Tall rock walls soon towered over the sides of the empty path, muffling out any hope of sound from the outside world, yet his footsteps, though deadly quiet, found ways to bounce off the rock and into his ears.

After 20 minutes, he was almost out from the path when he paused, sitting down at the side of the road and pulling out a small canister of water. Though he himself didn't need it, he'd gotten used to having to nourish the body he was in. It became almost a bad habit, like biting your nails.

He sighed, un snapping the holds on his helmet, and slipping it back, enough to expose his muzzle, and drank. The cold liquid slid tastelessly down his throat. After a moment he stopped, pulling the helmet back on and snapping it shut. He knew his body felt tired, yet he couldn't feel it. In a way... he almost wished he could.

O'malley effortlessly moved away from the bullet that threatened his leg, hearing it clash against the rock and dirt behind him. He'd known the freelancer was following him, as he was, after all, equipped to be her AI, but had momentarily lost track of her when she'd activated her camo. However when she'd appeared in his line of sigh he'd instantly moved out of harms way. Unlike organics, he had no need to wait for signals to travel between limbs and a brain.

"Mmm. Not particularly." He smirked slightly behind his helmet, his gun held up at point towards the freelancer. His eyes traveled down to her once injured leg. "I see you've healed. That could have gotten pretty nasty if it hadn't been bandaged." He rambled aimlessly before pausing for a moment. "It's been a while, Allison." He practically spat out her name.

O'malley watched the fem carefully, not wanting to start up another vicious attack. He'd already injured her the one time and if he had any plans of using her body in the future, he had to make sure it stayed safe.

"I'm surprised you haven't given up on following me around, Allison. I'd think a freelancer such as yourself would have better things to do with her time." He casually chatted, processing different possibilities and consequences different actions could have. He needed to find a way out of the situation without engaging in a fight.