Her beacon blipped again. She was close. A Z-class machine with military and biometric data enhancements. She was a prototype. The contingency plan failed as she gained sentience and broke out of her housing, quickly hopping from body to body, she was gone instantly. Now being tasked with retrieving the invaluable asset. It was your ass on the line.

You followed the trail of oil to a door that was locked. You readied your rifle as your heard.. sniffling? Was she crying?