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You glanced over at the leather-clad cat burglar laying down next to you. Various images were rapidly flashing on her goggles lenses, her eyes darting back and forth to keep up with them.
<span class="mu-r">“Did you find him!?”</span> you blurted out.
She looked at you in surprise, as if she’d just remembered that you were right next to her. <span class="mu-b">“Huh? Oh, no not yet. I was just watching some workplace drama unfold. I’ll have to check on these guys more often.”</span>
You sighed and let your head smack against the concrete.
<span class="mu-r">“Alright, that’s enough. It’s my turn.”</span> you declared.
But before she could protest, Abe’s voice came out over the radio. He sounded frantic.
<span class="mu-b">“Alright so…good news! I found the Chameleon!”</span> he proclaimed. <span class="mu-b">“I found this sort of…emotional dead zone, and I followed it to some guy that was rifling through their archives.”</span>
You sat up immediately.
<span class="mu-r">“That’s awesome! Did he put up a fight?”</span> you asked, barely able to contain your excitement.
An uncertain groan was Abel’s initial reaction. <span class="mu-b">“Not much of one, no. But that’s not the problem.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Then what <span class="mu-i">is</span> the problem?”</span> the Prowler prodded.
<span class="mu-b">“Well…this guy is kind of…not human.”</span> Abel said, unsure of how to deliver the news. <span class="mu-b">“He’s a robot, I think.”</span>
Cat shook her head. <span class="mu-b">“Hold on. Back up. How exactly did you come to this conclusion?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“I was shaking him around, and his head just sort of…came off!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Was he always a robot?”</span> Prowler asked.
<span class="mu-b">“Nope. I could sense his emotions before. He’s definitely human.”</span> Abel confirmed. <span class="mu-b">“This thing must be some sort of decoy. It even acted like him!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Give me access to your feed.”</span> Prowler demanded. A moment later, you were all seeing through Abel’s eyes.
From the looks of it, he was hanging upside down, clutching the limp form of a life-like android by the shirt. He looked to be a thin, pasty man with bright red hair and square frames of a similar color. The only obvious sign of him not being human was the fact that his head was hanging by a collection of thick, black cables.
Prowler gasped. <span class="mu-g">“Oh, shit…”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“What? What is it?”</span> you said.
<span class="mu-b">“Is that…an LMD?”</span>
Cat’s expression was completely dumbfounded, her expectations having been apparently blown out of the water by Abe’s discovery.
<span class="mu-g">“I think it is.”</span> Prowler confirmed.
<span class="mu-r">“What’s an LMD?”</span> you and Abe asked at the exact same time, and in the exact same tone of voice.
<span class="mu-g">“It stands for ‘Life-Model Decoy’. It can perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of the person that they were programmed to imitate.”</span> Prowler explained. “And from the looks of it, this guy actually works here. A pretty good disguise.”
<span class="mu-b">“They cost a pretty penny, too.”</span> Cat added. <span class="mu-b">“There aren’t a whole lot of people that can afford a piece of tech like that.”</span>
