A Fresh Take ~Epilogue~

   As I reclined in my chair I allowed myself a moment of reflection in lieu of my new acquisition. Subroutines made the necessary calculations to assess the overhead in hiring Ms. Ratel versus the value of her skills. Although I have assigned her to assist Viktor in tightening security, a new technician for my fellow animatronics and I would be preferred. Viktor is capable, I know he could handle it. But according to the paperwork sent over from Fazbear's, she's quite versed in our designs. Perhaps she can do both as needs be. Additionally, the whole thing with Valdez seems odd. A subroutine had detected no trace of any lingering emotions behind Ms. Ratel's explanation of his passing. In my dealings with humans I've come to know that there's always something between colleagues however small it might be. Yet she seemed to think-

"Fredboss!" suddenly exclaimed Chicanery, as he burst into my office. Without knocking first.
"Chicanery." I said calmly, watching as he sputtered in anger. "Sort out your language center, process, try again." I added.
"Sorry." he stopped, showing humiliation on his features. "I don't like the new girl."
"And why is that? You could only have just met her." I asked patiently. He then regaled me of how she had 'rudely' scared him and Bonika, and then flung him when he tried to get her measurements. At this point in the story I held up my hand to silence him.
"A moment. Why were you carrying out that action?" I questioned. At which point he looked uncomfortable.
"Er, well uh-" he stammered trying to find an excuse. So I shook my head to show I understood what he tried to do.
"We already have that information from her time at Fazbear's. Such degeneracy is ill-advised, Chicanery."
"But Fredboss, california gold! How could I pass that up?"
"I don't understand and don't care to. Don't make me repeat myself." A subroutine notes having to do that more that I would like.
"Alright alright, but still! Fredboss, she flung me! Me!" he protested.

"And?"
"That's against the rules! She should be punished!" he reasoned out. "And I should be the one to do it." he added quietly.
"The rule is against hitting, Chicanery. Did she strike you?"
"But!"
"Did. She. Strike you?"
"No."
"Case dismissed. Out." I commanded.
"But Fredboss! She- I mean- Just look!" he stated in exasperation and showed me his arm. There were finger sized depressions in the metal where he had been grabbed. "She shouldn't be able to do that." he explained. That was certainly intriguing at least.
"I'll take that into consideration then. Now leave." I ordered, causing him to leave my office grumbling.

   Seems I will have to watch Ms. Ratel closely. Perhaps I'll simply have Kapitan keep an eye on her for me. Delegation is important after all. More efficient that way.