"Sir, what an I to do next?"

 The robotic voice echoed around the metal halls, hidden far beneath the surface. Here stood to figures, one medium sized male and a small unidentified person.

The man turned to the other, a smirk present on his face. 

This man has messy tan hair with a tattered red sweater, common enough in till you noticed the plates of metal in his face and his red eyes.

 "Oh, PS-1936, I didn't see you there." He turned to the other, PS-1936.

 PS has short black hair covering parts of their tan-ish skin. A single streak of yellow stuck out. Their face was similar to the others, having a metal cover part of their face. Yellow eyes stared into the others.

Their outfit was also strange. A black turtle neck with a purple and yellow striped crop top was not something you see some one wear everyday.

"NPG, the others have captured and converted 7 of the remaining defenders."

"Even Maddie?"

"Yes, sir."

The man rolled his eyes at PS. "I told you, you can call me NPG. "

"Sorry,"

Turning away, NPG stared at the screen in front of him. On it was a list of people. 20, to be precise.

"You said the others got 6. Who is left?"

PS walked up the the computer and started typing. Without looking up, they said, "I am unsure of their name, but I know their number."

With a final click of a button, a file opened with a single number within.

 "Well I'm surprised." NPG said . "Have you announced this information yet?"

 PS shook their head. "No. They still believe this is a game. Once it is midnight, though, they will know."

"Well then, let's set this plan into action."