For King and Country

You quickly duck into the shadows of the alley making the best possible use of the natural cover. Watching from your vantage point you see a tiny robot on wheels emerge and make a bee-line for a nearby manakin in a camaflouge field jacket. Upon reaching its objective the small mechanism promtly blows up sending pieces of the once humanoid recreation flying in all directions.

"We're still working on the guidance system," Q says as he walks up behind you, "but six out of ten times it blows up the right objective." You arch your eyebrows in amusement as you look upon the face of your longtime friend in arms.