The Chicago Typewriter

"I found a typewriter over here." I said to my partners investigating a malware storage base.

"What? People still use those?" My partners in malware fighting said.

“No, it’s a Chicago typewriter… A Tommy Gun.”

“Oh… what should we do?”

“It seems to be connected to some kind of platform here. I’m not sure what it’s doing here.”

At this moment, the gun comes to life and starts shooting randomly.

“A sentry gun! Watch out!” I warned my compadres.

We ducked and covered in safe places until the gun ran out of ammo.

I decided to make a call to Headquarters so they could collect the gun.

“Headquarters, I’ve got some kind of robot gun over here. Can you roll a collection unit to our location?”

“10-4, we’ll send some guys over to you.”

With that, I ended the call.

“Well guys, HQ is on their way. Let’s move on.”