The little pitter patter of tiny minibot feet rang rather loudly in the dusty, empty ruins of a city, but Sixshot was caught up in digging out the basement of a demolished building. If he'd been paying attention, he might have heard the approach, but as is, well.

It was a particularly dark part of the metropolis, hidden under a network of highways that rose out of the underground and up between the several massive towers to cast deep shadows over any nearby architecture. The Sixer was little more than a dark silhouette, more noise and shadow than sight.