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As the woman’s body slammed into the floor, War-Pulse was quick to keep her there, setting his foot on her stomach with a fist full of crackling energy if she were to get up again.  However, his assault came to a complete stop once his eye caught the glint of an orange fluid leaking from her mask in the dim, flickering lights of the ruined warehouse.  A small exhale sounded from the mercenary, he dropped to his knees and made a closer look at the liquid.  It was different, but the only conclusion he could make was that it was blood, a lot of blood.  

[color=00aeef]“Shit…”[/color]  He murmured to himself, trying to figure out a way to safely removed the helm without damaging the target.  Had he gone too far?  Had he taken this woman’s life?  They had wanted this woman alive, and in his excitement, he may have gone too hard on his target.  

However, by the time he had begun concocting backup deals in his head, as he would still know many who would want a dead metahuman creature with a robot body, his thoughts were interrupted by the faintest gurgle of breath.  In the silence of the aftermath, the breathing was barely noticeable, but it was there.  She was alive, albeit barely.  

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, he returned to his feet, keeping a trained eye on her as he radioed for Warden.  Raising his arm to his ear caused him to wince, however, as a flash of soreness went through his body from movement.  With the adrenaline wearing off, the mercenary had begun to realize the consequences of a metahuman fight of this kind of magnitude.

“You called?”  Came Warden’s monotone over the comm link almost instantly, as if he had been waiting for this quietly.

[color=00aeef]“Mission accomplished, buddy!”[/color]  War-Pulse said with a jubilant sneer. [color=00aeef]“The target is in custody and ready for pickup....and possibly some severe medical attention.”[/color]

“Medical attention?”  Warden repeated. “You realize you are supposed to take her to them alive, right?”

[color=00aeef]“Yeah, and she will be….for like another hour or so.”[/color]  War-Pulse replied, looking back at the body. [color=00aeef]“I’m not going to lie...I had to hit her pretty hard to put her down…”[/color]

“You didn’t get carried away again, did you?”  

[color=00aeef]“Oh, no no no no no no....ehhh a little.”[/color]

“Dammit, War-Pulse, this is like Madagasgar all over again.”

[color=00aeef]“Hey hey hey!  First off, Madagasgar was fine, I only blew up -one- of the water towers.  We still got paid!”[/color]

“That’s not the--nevermind, I’ve signaled our clients to come to your GPS signal and bring a medical team, they should be there hopefully within the hour, as you said.”

[color=00aeef]“Sweet, I’ll just...be here, watching over the crumpled tin can.”[/color]  War-Pulse replied, crouching down next to the body.  His eyes began to scan over his opponent, now that she was not trying to kill him, he had time to really study the weaponry of his adversary.  His brow furrowed as his hand glided across some of the plated metal, bearing designs he had never come across before, with weaponry he had never even experienced until now.  [color=00aeef]“So...how much of that fight did you witness, anyway?”[/color]

“None of it, honestly.”

[color=00aeef]“What?  But you always hack the security cams to watch my fights, how are you going to tell me my technique was sloppy now?.”[/color]

“Because I couldn’t bypass the camera’s security protocols.” 

[color=00aeef]“They’re basic security cams, bro.  How could you mess that up?  Are you drunk, or just losing their edge?”[/color]

“The cameras were rewired with added encryptions, making them seem non-functional to anyone looking to investigate further.  This target seems very, very good at concealing herself.”

[color=00aeef]“Really?”[/color]  War-Pulse remarked, moving around her defeated form, giving the armor another look. [color=00aeef]“Sounds like she knew her stuff, which kind of coincides with the way she fights…”[/color]

“What do you mean?”

[color=00aeef]“Well-trained, tactical, well-armed...I think she’s more than an escaped test tube project.”[/color]

“You mean like a super soldier program?”

[color=00aeef]“Possible...but she seemed more...experienced then something newly made.  I dunno...maybe it’s just a weird vibe.”[/color]

“Either way, it’s not our concern, the client will be there to pick them up soon.”

[color=00aeef]“Eeeeeyyyyup!  Nothing to do but lie back, groan about my bruised ribs from being smashed into a car, and I dunno...keep her from bleeding too much?”[/color]

There was no reply from Warden other than the sound of the comm link ending early.

[color=00aeef]“I’ll just take that as a ‘good job, buddy, way to give it your A-game’...friggin’ emotionless nut.”[/color]