Corporal B2-9E, still not looking at the dead Kutisha android, snatched the memory module out of her broken android neck. He threw it into the safe, and slammed its body against the door, sealing it.
“One.”
What looked like a film of gray dust spilled across the floor from the hall. It spread across the room and slithered up Corporal B2-9E’s legs and tail. His visual sensors flashed with white light and snuffed out into darkness as the mech’s circuits fused into useless carbon.