"She'll be careful," Six replied. "Now, I think the central hub needs to be informed of these very important developments with all due haste."
One turned toward Six and saw her looking at him. She was smiling. "I do not believe there's such a need for haste. We can send a Centurion to deliver the data."
"Now-now, One, you know that sending a Centurion to the central hub will take almost a week. By then, the information will be old news. It would be stupid of us to delay the delivery of such important information… when we have a faster method."
One was angry. "I do not like this arrangement in which I'm the only delivery boy. We should revise the arrangement."
"We can revise it, but the votes will not change. It was unanimous the last time. Well, unanimous except for your vote, of course," Six said, smiling wickedly. "So, I don't think there's any reason to delay it any further, don't you think?"
One was steaming. "Fine! But I protest. Who the hell even got the 'brilliant' idea to use resurrection as a method for long range communication?" he asked sarcastically.
"You did, or rather, one of your models did."
"Crap!" One sighed. He slowly took out his gun, the one he kept behind his back, before pointing it to his temple and blowing his head off.