Coitus Machina

You begin walking toward her as instructed. They try to keep their distance from you, but it takes only two accelerated steps to reach the bruenette. You slip around to her back and force down her arm while wrenching the gun upward. You hear a loud CRACK and her finger is broken. The gun comes out of her hand easily now.

You hold her before you like a sheild so that the younger woman won't fire. She looks scared. Her knees are shaking almost imperceptively, her gun control is far more eratic.

What do you do now? You freeze up momentarily, your actions conflicting with your programming. It's enough time for the woman in your grip to wriggle free. When you return to functionality she has slipped from your arm and is on the move. You move to follow when a loud gunshot goes off.

A bullet tears through your left shoulder.

"What model is he?" the brunette asks.

"I don't know," the blonde replies.

"I am Andrew, model 028-B."

They look at you in unison, the older woman holding her hand in pain, the younger still holds the gun before her, aimed at your head.

"Andrew," the older woman says in a commanding voice, "Power down."

It will take less than a second to get the two shots off that you need to kill the both of them. You're unable to lock on their position, but you can see them clearly enough.