Requisition Unit 47 "Remi"'s Arc

Chapter 2 of 2

Remi's optical sensors dimmed as she processed her next step. Watching wasn't enough. She needed to understand how thieves thought, how they planned. Her metal feet carried her away from the checkpoint toward the Depot's perimeter fence. She would map every weakness, every shadow, every gap in the security grid. The fence stretched endlessly in both directions, its metal links catching the fading sunlight. Remi walked the entire perimeter twice, her sensors recording every measurement. She found three spots where the fence sagged low enough for someone to climb over. Two sections where rust had weakened the metal. But darkness would hide these problems. At night, an intruder could slip past without anyone seeing. She needed better lights. The old lamps barely reached twenty feet. A proper floodlight system would expose anyone trying to sneak through. Remi added it to her list of required equipment. Her processors buzzed with a new problem. Finding weak points was useful, but she didn't know how to stop someone who discovered them first. She had never fought anyone. Never chased a thief. Her programming covered inventory tracking, not security work. Beyond the Depot's eastern wall, she spotted a training area—wooden dummies lined up in rows, archery targets mounted on posts. Warriors used that space to practice. If she trained there, she could learn to move faster, react quicker, spot threats before they became problems. Her optical sensors brightened. This was how she would start. Map the weaknesses, improve the lights, and train herself to become the protector the Depot needed.