Narrative -- Backdated to Friday August 8th / late evening
Val stood in the warehouse that had once housed one of the remnants of the governments Sentinel program. The location of the warehouse was highly classified of course, as had been its contents, which meant that the suspect list of who exactly had turned the damn robot back on should have been small.
“A power failure Which conveniently knocked out the security system. And no one thought that to report it?” Val's voice was icy cold, as she stood in the spot that had once been occupied by a purple robot foot.
“Ahh, a memo was passed around, but the robot was still here after the power was out ...”
Val gave her assistant a look, than looked upward tot he gapping hole in the ceiling.
“Some good news ....” The assistant offered hesitantly. “From the readings that we got .... before the tracking system shut down ... its not operating at full power.”
“Wonderful.” Val turned on her heel, and started heading for the door. She had phone calls to make. “Now we don't have to just worry about it trying to take out some poor mutant, we get to worry about it falling out of the sky and crashing on someone.”