The PRT catches wind of a strange increase in disappeared domestic animals in the downtown area. Given that the people who live there are the rich and powerful, this is clearly a problem that needs to be investigated and solved immediately. The PRT, of course, agrees that this is of utmost importance, and not just because of precedent about mass abductions of pets, of course not, why would you think that, they are so very worried about Fido, even Scion recognizes the merits of rescuing lost pets.
(Lorica's asked to maybe keep a few more eyes there than she has been.)
"...I'll see how far they seem to be able to smell it as I flush them out and spread out if I can."
They seem to be able to smell the pheromones from roughly four blocks away. There is... a worrying number of monkeys hidden around the city. Most of them can barely be called monkeys anymore, with deformities and mutations that make it hard for them to even move. They come from abandoned buildings, attics of houses (with accompanying screams from the people living there), dark alleys, sewers, and other nooks and crannies.
Bots mark trails at four block intervals leading to the trainyard and reassure the civilians in bright calming voices. Lorica doesn't stop looking until she stops finding.
The monkeys that arrive at the trainyard are dealt with by Glam, with some help from Drupe so that they don't escape when they realize what's happening.
Has Blasto been taken into custody yet? Can she recall all the bots from the warehouses? For that matter, can Max whip up something to denature Windflower's poisons faster than normal so Glam's attention can be better put to expanding the flock?
Windflower's out of trees to kill. She can head back to HQ to give him samples if he likes.
In the meantime the bots will leave trails and lure monkeys.
Well, the bots don't have to sleep and Lorica can catnap in her workshop. Glam may have to resort to coffee.
And eventually, at around four in the morning, they will have run out of monkeys.
And in the morning it is Sunday. Lorica, having gone to sleep in her surprisingly cozy armor, is up and wants to make sure they still have Blasto.
Good. Any monkeys turn up overnight or did she get them all?
What fun. She makes sure the shoulderbot will wake Glam in time and caffeinate them if necessary. Poor Glam.
She spends the intervening time compiling the highlights of the events for regurgitation if anyone makes her talk, and then software-tinkering.