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The Friday finale! This is probably the middle of the story, so you're half way there loyal reader. I hope you've enjoyed the trip so far and have shared it with others. The story is also being posted in Wattpad (http://tinyurl.com/ksq27on) where you can comment and star the story. Excelsior!

Friday, Part 2

“You have eclectic music tastes,” Jefferson said as he stepped out of the car. “Most people don’t follow up the Beach Boys with Beasty Boys.”

“That’s just my boys mix; every band or song that has the word boy in the name. I have a girl mix as well.”

“Let’s save that for… what in good gravy’s name are you doing?”

Albro stopped just before he put the motorcycle helmet on; he already had the black gloves over his hands.

“If you want me to go over there…” Albro pointed to the crowd that was gathering on a small grass plot between two buildings. “…I need…”

“To look like you drive a moped?”

Albro looked back at his car, his keys still in his gloved hand. “This was a bad idea.”

“Hey, if the helmet is a thing, then you wear that helmet. It adds to your mystique really.”

“Really?”

Jefferson forced a nod and a smile. It was apparently enough for the other man since he put the helmet on and the keys in his pocket.

“I’m your wingman tonight, Maverick. Anything you need, food, drinks, whatever… you can count on Goose.”

“Watch out for the canopy Goose.”

“That is not positive thinking.”

The two started across the parking lot, with T1N following close behind. The automaton seemed to be scanning the crowd, cars, rooftops, and anything else of interest as his head moved slowly from side to side. Albro led the three to the very back of the crowd, against the wall and under a bright light. They stood there for several minutes before Albro started to fidget.

“You cool?”

“I’m cool.”

“She might be late because she’s closing tonight and she might not come at all.”

“I know.” Albro moved his hands in and out of his pockets. “This is good for me.”

“You know there aren’t any astronauts or robots in this movie,” a little boy dressed like a knight said loudly. His eyes shifted from Albro and T1N.

“Aren’t they playing Lost in Space,” Jefferson asked when he felt Albro wasn’t going to answer.

“Nobody liked that movie,” the boy said dismissively before wandering back into the crowd.

“I liked that movie,” Albro muttered.

“The box office does not lie, my friend.” Jefferson shook his head sadly.

The master of ceremonies took to the front and got everyone’s attention. As he was starting his first joke there was a piercing squeal of feedback. A teenager at the soundboard turned knobs and checked connections under the man’s unfriendly gaze. The problem was soon solved and he took a few moments to warm up the crowd, introduce the night’s sponsors (the feed store, the pizza place, the grocery store, and of course the milk plant), and then ordered the same teenager to roll the film; which meant hitting play on the DVD player. Girls squealed as the film began.

Neither Albro nor Jefferson watched the film with any hint of interest – instead they scanned the parking lot for Gwen. The young girl in the film had just begun to connect with the mustang her father intended to have put down when someone stepped beside Albro.

“What did I miss?”

Gwen look wonderful in a green dress, her hair pulled back, and just a hint of makeup. Both Albro and Jefferson’s eyes went wide and they looked at one another.

“She’s a ninja,” Jefferson whispered.

“Hello, Marcus.”

“I have suddenly become very thirsty,” Jefferson declared loudly and then walked off towards the concession stand.

“He is so strange.” Gwen looked at Albro, or at least at his helmet, watched him for moment and then turned her head to watch the film. The two stood in silence for several scenes.

“The girl… she’s become attached to the horse, but it’s a mustang… and I guess that’s bad.”

“Oh.”

The two were silent again, Albro did his best to ignore Jefferson who was standing at the small concession stand and giving two thumbs up with a cheesy grin.

“So, Gwen, how was work?”

“Oh, you know, sold overpriced headphones to some preteens who wanted them just because they had skulls on them, talked a grandma into upgrading to a phone with Caller ID, and spent an hour with an older farmer discussing the finer points of pay-as-you-go cell phones… over and over again. You?”

“Well, building a robot army to take over the world has its good days and its bad days.” Gwen laughed softly and the motorcycle helmet turned to look at her. “I think today is going to be a good day.”

*                                  *                                  *

Ito rolled over the lesser flowers in the flower bed, while Gronk choose a more circuitous route through the topiary bushes. The multi-armed automaton’s night vision spied its newest target, a grand red at the height of its bloom. Deft manipulators reached out, two others slide back and forth nervously, while the rest held a near bouquet of roses. Ito’s manipulators closed around the stem and cut it free.

A light turned on, basking both droids in artificial light, caught in the act. The door swung open and a woman screamed loud enough to wake the dead.

GRONK. The lumbering trashcan froze, but Ito moved swiftly to consolidate all the flowers into a carefully arranged collection – even tying a bow to finish it off.

Handing the bouquet to Gronk, Ito signed with its manipulators for the other to run and find the master. The woman now brandished a phone and a broom stick in the doorway and others were coming outside to see what was going on.

Gronk refused to move, shaking side to side on its treads. Ito spun around to face him, placing two arms on his shoulders; the others signed again his instructions – FLY YOU FOOL!

Gronk finally budged, rolling over the now de-bloomed rose bush.

Ito turned to face the woman; manipulators whirled in karate-like fashion making the older woman step further back into her home, while two manipulators with grand flourish signed, YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

*                                  *                                  *

“His sensors on his shoulders are front and back facing and are constantly updating his position, along with the gyros to help keep him steady. That’s why it looks like he’s swaying, because he’s always adjusting his balance.”

He and Gwen were standing close to one another as they inspected T1N. Albro’s helmet was off and Gwen now wore his jacket to help keep warm. The movie, of which Jefferson had become engrossed with since Maverick didn’t need Goose, was winding down – there may have or may not been a lump in his throat.

“I remember the first time he came into the store. I could have sworn there was someone inside.” Gwen touched T1N’s arm and then pulled away. “Does he feel that?”

“He has tactile sensors on his feet and hands and he’d be aware that you’re touching him via his visual sensors, but he doesn’t feel it.”

“What about the other two? Where are they?”

“Ito and Gronk? They’re safely back at home.”

Gronk. Albro, Gwen, and T1N turned towards the road, where Gronk rolled down the hill with a police cruiser following behind. The three began to faintly hear a song playing from the rolling automaton.

Sometimes I just forget
Say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you crying
I don't wanna lose you
I could never make it alone.

“Oh no.”

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of
We'll live forever
Knowing together
That we did it all for the glory of love

Gronk rolled closer to the crowd, zeroing on Albro’s position. People began to move away, jumping up from their blankets or out of their camp chairs, clutching their children away from the marauding robot.

You keep me standing tall
You help me through it all
I'm always strong when you're beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

Gronk produced a bouquet of flowers just as two police officers tackled him and tipped him over.

It's like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day…

The song cut off and everyone gasped. Albro and T1N rushed towards Gronk and the police officers holding him down, the roses scattered and broken on the pavement. An officer looked up, saw T1N, stood up, and put his hand on his sidearm.

“Is this your robot?”

“It is. I can turn him off.”

The officer motioned for him to do so.

“We’re going to need you to come with us to do the same for the other one.”

T1N picked up Gronk and put him in the trunk of the police car. The crowd conversed loudly about the whole affair as Albro and T1N slid into the back.

“That’s Albro, always running away at the most inopportune time.” Gwen turned to look over the man who’d just spoken. He wore a black turtleneck and dark jeans and had a smile like a bobcat. He put out his hand for Gwen to shake. “Calvin Reuben Hanson, perhaps I could take his place for the night.”

(It was a toss up between Peter Cetera's "Glory of Love" and Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes", but I wasn't sure how it made sense that Gronk was carrying a boombox over his head. Thoughts?)