Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5490216-20150507090308/@comment-25119920-20150526233718

"No," she answered, frowning, "Guess it's now or never."

Speaking of the devil, Cyrus walked and sat down at the dining table, about to tell a corny morning joke.

"Sorry to ask," Iris interrupted her cousin, "But do you know anything about this?"

She brought up a picture on her scroll, and showed him the inner circuitry of the robot that'd attacked her and Cody yesterday. Cyrus went completly pale in shock and horror.

"Where was this?" he asked, keeping the fear out of his voice.

"Zetro's power-plant. The robot walked around, like a toy, and pricked me for a DNA sample. It then attacked me and Cody, and self-destructed when we defeated it. Now what do you know about it?"

"It's from your parents. Your father was skilled in robotics and machinery, while your mother was deep into programming. Those two could make those foot-bots easily."

Iris sank in anger and saddness at those words. Why would her parents try to kill her. The daughter they never meet.