A Shocking Rescue

_How do I trans—_ Violet sprouted arms and legs and found herself lying on her belly in the grass before she even finished the thought. _Oh, right. Instincts._ She raised her head, hoping that the glow of her eyes wouldn't give her away. _If my eyes glow. Do they? Camera lenses don't need to glow, why should my eyes?_ But the men were looking in the other direction.

_This is dumb, Vi. If those sedans are robots, too, they could squash you like a bug._ But her programming insisted. Rae was her mistress, and she had to protect her mistress. _Nngh! She's just my fri—my fri—my_ mistress. _Oh bugger. That does it. I'm going to rescue her_ just _so I can beat the crap out of her. Programming or not._

Moving as quietly as she could, Vi drew herself up into a crouch. She felt the hydraulic pinions in her legs charge up just enough…there. _And release!_ Violet leaped twenty feet into the air, and the tasers in each arm fired. Darts trailing wires slammed into the neck of each suit…followed by 40,000 volts. _Gotcha._