Learning to Dance

Things had been quiet lately, and though many Rangers
took that as a good sign, that maybe the Robot Wars were
finally coming to an end, Up didn’t believe it. If the robots
were withdrawing, it was only to bide their time, grow
stronger for their next attack. Given the serious look on the
Rear Admiral’s face, he wondered if that wasn’t what Tripp
had come to talk to them about.
But why call himself and Taz to the meeting? That was
an unprecedented move.
The Rear Admiral dismissed his aides and waited until
they had left the room to speak.
“I assume this room is secure as any on the ship?” he
asked first.
Up nodded.
“The G.L.E.E. has intercepted intelligence that has
pinpointed the time and location of a crucial transfer of
information between the robots and their human spies.”
Tripp fairly spat the word spies. It was beyond Up how any
human could willingly betray their own race for the likes of
the robots, but just last month the G.L.E.E. had weeded out
several dozen placed throughout the organization in their
biggest bust yet. “It is believed that this information may
have been lifted from Headquarters’ highest security
clearance – this is not widely known, but there was a breech
in the system just last week.”
Taz’s eyes widened, and Up raised his eyebrows.
“I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the catastrophic
consequences if the robots get this top secret information –
battle plans, ship records, weapons inventory. Locations.
Access codes.”
“We’ll all be dead,” said Up. It would only be a matter of
time.
“Given the nature of what we’ve learned about the
planned transfer, we’ve decided the best course of action