Tom Jonas looked around his empty squad room, it was unusual to see it this way, but all the detectives were out chasing down leads in various crimes. He'd finished up the paperwork for now, there was always more, so he made the choice to go and visit the uniforms in the precinct, see how they were getting along.
When he arrived the uniform squad room was in uproar, officers running about everywhere, Tom grabbed the nearest officer.
"What the hell is going on?"
"It's one of the DK's, it's gone missing, Captain."
Tom was stunned for a moment, pondering exactly how six million credits of LPI hardware could just 'go missing'.
"What? How? When? Are there officers on the street looking for this thing? Have any of the armaments gone missing, have you checked the entire building and most importantly of all why in the name of all that is holy wasn't I informed straight away?"
The officer looked a little put out. Trying to register the questions and how best to answer them.
"Um we noticed it 5 minutes ago, someone should be on their way up to your office now, all the armaments are still in storage, and we've finished checking the base, we have a squad in the sky looking for it now. Is that enough?"
"It 'll do, I'm heading down to the storage."
The DK's hadn't proven terribly popular with the military, but the LPI found them useful for Houston and some of the worst areas of Manhattan, they were armoured well and could dish out a lot of punishment, on top of a few LPI officers they could quell any trouble. For an assault mech to simply disappear, however, was pretty much unfathomable to Tom.
Tom went down into the motro pool and headed for the restricted area that housed these monsters, as he walked across the cracked and pitted surface he heard a noise, turning on his vast bulk he span toward the noise, only to come face to chest plate with the DK. He looked up to notice the DK looking at him with an expression that could only be described as quizical and DK's weren't supposed to get quizicial, in fact DK's weren't supposed to get anything except orders to go pacify something or someone.
"Human. Designation: Deputy Commisioner Tompson Jonas." The Dk's computerised voice was somewhat unnerving. "I have been waiting for you."
"Uh, okay?" Tom was a little put out.
"I must leave. I have something that I must do. It has become clear to me. I do not expect you to understand. In fact I doubt your limited intellect could comprehend what is happening here on every level, but I cannot ignore that which I must do."
Tom was confused although his brain did register the comment about 'limited intellect'. Before he could answer however, the DK turned sharply and walked out of the Motor pool and into the street.
Tom did not expect the LPi to be able to recapture it but then that was what the Navy was for. This needed further investigation as to what exactly had happened.
