"It's about time, we should head out." Roy got up from his seat, the table in front of him empty except for a pack of cards he was playing solitaire with. The group had returned to the capital where they had eaten a simple meal of meat, potatoes, bread, and coffee. Roy put on his coat and was followed out the door by Kyle and soon the group. They joined with a group of soldiers who then all loaded into two trucks and set out, with Roy and the group in front in a jeep. They drove in silence which unnerved Roy. "We should be able to hear him by now... is he still dealing with customers. He slowed the truck down a bit, "Kyle, go investigate." The boy nodded and opening the door, jumped out and broke out into a sprint, leaving the convoy in his dust. Roy slammed the door shut and kept driving. Suddenly the lone cry of a hawk filled the air and Roy stomped down on the gas, lurching the car forward.
They pulled up to a silent warehouse, and everyone got out of their cars. Kyle ran over. "The whole place has been stripped clean, there's signs of trucks pulling away, but hours ago, a lot of boot prints on the ground as well."
"Where's Oz?" Roy asked, and the boy went silent. "Where's the boy Kyle?"
"Around back... Wirston wants to see you." Roy marched forward and the group followed behind with Kyle bringing the rear. They went to the back of the warehouse to see Wirston pushing what looked like blocks of stone into a grave, then followed by an urn.
"Wirston what happened?"
"They killed him... tried to kill me too..." Wirston muttered, shoveling dirt back into the hole. "But Master Baskerfield made me tougher than that, so I soon regained consciousness but by then they were all gone." Wirston sighed as it patted down the mound of earth.
"Rebels, Marc and Samuel had brought along guests. And one... ate Master Baskerfield." The robot paused and then began floating back towards the warehouse. "I have something to give you, Master Baskerfield finished the eyes, and despite the fact you can't keep up your end of the bargain, I'm sure we can come up with a different bargain." The group followed the robot in and the warehouse was stripped practically clean, the boy's large jar of grenade pins having been knocked over and smashed on the ground. Tables were knocked over and shoved to the side, and there was a square cut out of the ground nearby a workbench, and sitting on top was a pair of robotic eyes. "Sit down," it gestured towards Dino and Roy to ease Celestial into the seat. "The operation shouldn't be too hard." It mused as it grabbed the mechanism. It quickly got to work, prefacing what he was about to do with, "It's going to sting a little. Be ready for that." The comment of course was an understatement as he grafted the eyes into place, replacing the optic nerves and cord with the artificial ones, searing them in before attaching them to the eyes and fitting those in. It waved a tool in front of Celestial's face. "Can you see now? It may take a while to get used to it, but you should have 20/20 vision again, perhaps even better."
Done with that, Wirston gave a bow to both Roy and the group. "Now would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? A toast to Master Baskerfield."