Termination — R.E. Riepe; M.L. Riepe

The sun was just peeking over the east horizon causing the three visible moons hanging low in the fading night sky to slowly disappear. Four hundred and twenty six stories up on the exterior of a gleaming glass skyscraper were the jagged remains of a large plate window that had the look of being shattered by a hammer.
As daylight begin flooding into the luxury office from the morning light of the rising sun of what appeared to be a rich executive's office suite six war bikes could be seen hovering at the edge of the open room bunched closely together. Slowly, one of the dull black war bikes turned one hundred eighty degrees and approached two sleeping figures stretched out on two expensive well padded brown leather sofas. Both of the pilots had black, fluffy pillows placed over their heads and were snoring away apparently from the loud sounds emitting from underneath the pillows.
The dull black war bike moved close to one of the pilots and used her voice emitters loudly.
“Big Rex, it is time for us to go. You certainly must know the routine by now. The janitors just exited the service elevator and are beginning their clean up duties. They will be here very soon.”
“The dark bike and Midnight say they are going to start lobbing ion shots at the tall skyscraper across the street from us if you don't get up Big Rex and Trex,” added the war bike through her sound emitters.
The war bike had a history of making any statement in her everyday attempt to replace an alarm clock. Waking up her pilot in the morning was always a difficult task.
Her voice emitters were also very loud and could be heard in nearby offices which could prove to be risky.
“Big Rex, you must get up. Suzuki and Sarge are getting ready to go scout the area soon if you two don't get up to create a diversion,” repeated the war bike loudly.
Finally the war bike got a response from one of the pilots underneath one of the large black pillows. Any human who would be standing in the office suite would barely be able to hear his response.
“Just give me ten more minutes,” answered a sleepy voice from underneath one pillow.
“It will take the janitors thirty five minutes to reach our location Babycakes,” communicated Babydoll to her sister war bike.
“It usually takes four attempts to wake our pilots Babydoll. Check your pilot log for the last two years. I will wait ten minutes as requested and make another attempt. They need to be awakened if they want to have a morning meal. The both of them enter a foul mood of behavior if they are deprived of their morning nourishment.”
The dedicated war bike waited exactly ten minutes and approached her sleeping pilot slowly once again.
“I need to inform you of a correction Babycakes. There are four janitors on this floor, not three as I first computed. I first calculated on the basis of three janitors performing their routine chores but they have been joined by one more. They will arrive in this office twenty two minutes and thirty six seconds from now instead of my original estimate of thirty five minutes and ten seconds,” reported Babydoll loud enough to rattle her speaker grill.
The two humans on the couches continued to snore away.
Babycakes rose off the carpeted floor and using her voice emitters once again she said at maximum verbal sound,
“Big Rex, we must be leaving soon. You and Trex will have twelve minutes to consume your morning meal if you get up now!”
The war bike had emitted a non factual truth. The two humans had more time than that.
One of the young pilots slowly rolled the pillow off his head but his body was still prone on the sofa not moving. After a brief moment he opened one eye and looked at the hovering war bike intently. Babycakes was nose to nose with his face.
“Why the big rush this time Babycakes?” he asked with a sleepy voice while rubbing his face with his right hand.
“The usual reason Big Rex after we break into someone's office in a large tower."