Shit was right. Falcon had gone his entire time at the school never falling victim to the troublesome little robots, and he wasn't about to start now. He was, however, fairly certain that two guys with pistols weren't going to make it through what was apparently a tiny cupid robot party.

All he had to do was make it to his office, but he wasn't sure how much longer they could go unnoticed.

"Do you have grenades? On you, I mean."