Jason wet himself unceremoniously, sobbing and short of breath, as he stared at the corpses of his murdered brethren. It had been almost a day of waiting while being left completely out of the loop, that had fried his nerves. Not that he had nerves of steel before, he was a coward at heart, which was why he had joined the largest, most organized and safe security force on earth. He had never even dreamed that his job would lead him here, lost on a foreign planet, facing execution alone. That was unless you counted the brute of a man holding the magnum to his head, his parasite infected sidekick or the stolen Andy that they had with them.

"Get the fuck out of here!" The big man said waving the gun. "Go on run!"

Jason didn't move, he didn't dare. Instead he bawled harder until he almost hurled.

"For fuck's sake are you going to go or shall I shoot you right here?" Knapp growled at him.

"Please don't shoot me." Jason begged.

"Well then, get the fuck out of my sight." Knapp said lowering his magnum.

Jason took the chance to jog steadily away from the scene, not daring to turn his back fully, rather he craned his head as he ran, not taking his eyes off the gun for a second.

"And you didn't think I had it in me." Knapp sneered at Scott as their captive disappeared from sight amongst the purple foliage of nearby flora.

"I never said that." Scott protested slightly surprised that the cop had read him that easily. "How long do you think he will last without a breather?" He asked, fishing his own from his pocket.

"Who knows." Knapp said impassively. "There is oxygen in the atmosphere enough to survive."

"Sure but I still wouldn't want to be him." Scott finished, fitting the device and relishing the extra oxygen it provided.

His throat was sore from just the short time they had stopped to talk, he didn't want to think about what the solider's would be like after a day or two of breathing unfiltered. Nervously he knelt over one of the bodies sliding a combat knife from its sheath that was still strapped to the dead mans leg. The blade looked new, 'probably is' thought Scott replacing blade and slowly unbuckling the unit.

It wasn't the gunshot as much as the warm wet feeling that ripped across his back that made him start. With a half conscious push forward, he threw himself to the ground next to the corpse. On instinct alone he reached for his shrapnel gun only to find it not there. For a second his heart leaped as Knapp towered over him before a second shot sent another splash across his face. The cop fell to his knees, magnum sliding from his hand to fall harmlessly into the dirt as blood soaked his shirt thoroughly. A spasm sent the large man crashing forward his last breath kicking up dust as it gurgled to its conclusion. His back a shredded mess of shirt, meat and spine.

Standing while still clutching the recovered knife in his left hand Scott stared at the Andy unit. His gun looked extra menacing in the machine's metal grip, its large lenses unblinking and completely unreadable.

"So she was right then?" Scott asked, doing his best to shake the uncomfortable feeling that the armed robot gave him.

"Quite likely." The Andy replied at a modest volume.

"So you weren't sure?" Scott asked puzzled.

"I detect suspicious behavior patterns for a living, going by his body language and facial expressions before as well as all actions leading up to this point, I would give it an eighty five percent chance he was going to execute you." The bot stated plainly.

"I would have rather have been one hundred percent sure but eighty five is pretty high." Thinking of the word execute made Scott shiver once more, but that's what it would have been, a cold blooded execution. "Thanks."

"You do realize that to get to one hundred percent, I would have to let him shoot you!" The Andy said raising his volume slightly.

Scott stared at the machine for a second before it finally sunk in how close eighty five percent had really been.

"Well it looks like I owe you and Dana one each." Scott smiled picking up the magnum and taking possession of his shrapnel gun again.

"Don't mention it." The Andy chirped. "And I wouldn't worry about Dana."

"How do you think she knew he was going to off me while we dumped the bodies?" Scott asked himself as much as the robot.

"Who says she did?" The Andy replied emotionless. "You have done her a favor, eliminating her debt. That might have been her goal all along. Coincidences do happen."

"I never thought of that." Scott pondered. "Fuck. What are the odds of that."

"Thirty six percent but with a rather large error bar. That woman is hard to read."

Scott laughed, the Andy really did have a sense of humor, it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. Looking back up to the loading bay, he knew Dana would still be cleaning up the remaining mess dutifully. She was something else that girl. He had no doubt that she had known about Knapp's plan, but how? It wasn't as if the cop would have told her, but then somehow she had worked out about his condition. Dana did say she did her research, maybe this was the result of that, either way he felt compelled to thank her.

He was right about her still cleaning, using a rag shirt she wiped at the chunks on the wall. With each pass the blood smeared more, proving to be more work than it looked, the bucket of water already a dark reddish brown.

"Thanks for the tip." Scott called out to her as he grabbed his own piece of rag to wipe his face. "You were spot on."

"Thanks for the help dealing with this lot." Dana smiled at him as she scrubbed the bottom of the wall.

"Do you know where the bug is?" Scott asked bluntly.

"Don't worry about Xacks." Dana said giving him a reassuring look. "From what I know, he is not that emotional about anything. I doubt he will even care that Knapp is gone."

"I hope your right about that." Scott spoke cautiously. "I would hate to be left owing you."

"Well if you guys don't mind me leaving you alone, I have something I want to do." The Andy interrupted.

"That's fine Andy." Dana replied. "Thank you for your help today, you did plenty."

With that and a whir he was striding away, humming a techno tune before either of them could say another word.

"I still can't work out how you knew about it, care to fill me in?" Scott asked using his rag to wash the opposite wall.

"Two out of four of Knapp's shooting trials were after he shot zombie infected people. It wasn't hard to work out his feelings on the matter." Dana handed it to him. "He figured that one less contagious person in the world would be a good thing.

"Like we don't have a high enough fatality rate as it is." Scott was pissed. "And he even let the other bastard go just to throw me off. I really do owe you, if you hadn't told me it probably would have worked too."

A sudden pop caused them both to stop right before the lights fizzled and flickering back into life again. Heading up into the living quarters they were met by Xacks, who looked similarly confused.

"Did either of you fuck with the electrics?" He asked accusingly. "The computer detected an intrusion."

"There was a pop and the lights flickered that's all we know." Dana informed him.

"Where is Knapp and the bot?" Xacks was already stalking away not waiting for an answer, his extended legs creating distance quickly. "You little Fuck!"

He stopped in the doorway to the Andy's room waving his arm at a stench that Scott was starting to pick up on his approach. Peering past Xacks, he could make out the crumpled broken form of his new found friend. The little bot had been fried thoroughly, his still smoking body filling the room with the smell of burnt plastics and super heated wire.

"Where is Knapp?" Xacks spun almost knocking Scott over in the process.

"He's dead!" Dana put it to him bluntly.

"You didn't?" Xacks asked staring at Dana. "I don't believe you."

"Actually, it was him." Scott motioned to the robots remains. "Knapp was going to murder me and the Andy stepped in." Scott's hand instinctively reached for his gun while his eyes waited for a tell that would signal an assault.

"Sounds like him." Xacks shrugged it off as if it were unimportant. "Looks like I have inherited myself a spaceship."

"So what was he trying to do." Scott asked, feeling a little sorry for the bot.

"Who knows. He must have known there was a firewall, he wasn't stupid. I wonder if he threw in the towel so to speak." Dana offered up even though the idea of a robot committing suicide was crazy on its face.

"I doubt he would have known about these security measures." Xacks piped in poking the toasted shell with an extended foot. "I mean this baby has some upgraded shit. It's been customized to hell."

Scott breathed a sigh of relief, the thought that the guy who saved his life had then committed suicide over it had been making him feel sick. Still he wished he had known what Andy had been up to, maybe he could have helped him with it. It mattered not, the little robot was nothing more than scrap metal now, as Xacks began to drag him away.

"Wait!" Scott stopped him. "I'll take him."

Scott carried his friend into the hold, laying his broken form in an empty crate tucked out of the way, before saying his final farewells.