High above the streets of DC's remains, a metallic object entered what was considered DC Airspace. At least, it [i]was[/i] DC Airspace, the Germans now seemed to control much of it, and they did not take kindly to seeing a unidentified entity flying through [i]their[/i] skies. That entity, object - or whatever it was - was the robotic soldier known by the American public as Mighty Atom. A resurrected project dating back to the 40's, the United States Army recently sanctioned his reactivation, and even provided a few "updates" to the robot's programming and arsenal. A trio of German helicopters attempted to sideline Atom, at first demanding that the robot identify himself. When they received no answer, the choppers all opened fire, but not a single shot hit their mark. Instead, the robot simply zoomed forward at even greater speed, a suitable evasive maneuver against comparatively slower machines like helicopters. They weren't as maneuverable either, not able to turn or bank nearly as sharply.

[i]1. First Law: A robot [b]cannot kill[/b] a human being or, through inaction, [b]allow[/b] a human to be [b]murdered[/b].[/i]

"Target assessment: three Apache helicopters commandeered by German forces..." announced Atom, his tone cold and - for obvious reasons - robotic, "...Threat Level: Zero. Target engaged." Atom's first movement of attack was to fly straight through one of the chopper's broadsides, his speed and titanium body allowing him to tear through it like tinfoil. The chopper was practically torn into two halves. The Nazis aboard only had only just enough time to secure the nearest parachute. All four men aboard deployed them safely and descended toward the ground. Atom then locked onto the next nearest helicopter. It tried to open fire, but Atom was too fast, or perhaps the rounds simply bounced off of his armored body, it was difficult to say from that distance. Suddenly, Atom was right up on the front screen of the chopper, "Target acquired." the Nazi pilot heard him say before the robot straight up punched his way into the cockpit. Taking only a split second to ensure the pilot wore a parachute, Atom forcefully through him out into the sky. Atom grabbed controls with his left hand to keep the chopper stable, "Evakuieren dieses Fahrzeug und Sie werden nicht geschädigt werden." he said to the co-pilot and others aboard in their own language. His communication protocols were programmed with nearly every spoken language on Earth, including German.

"Gehen Sie mechanische Bedrohung zur Hölle!" responded the co-pilot, followed by he and the others attempting to attack. This was nothing to the robot, who one-by-one ejected them from the aircraft without even releasing his left hand from the controls. Once he was alone, Atom flew back outside and, after spinning around to face the crashing chopper, unloaded enough Atomic Blaster shots to reduce the craft into harmless smoldering bits.

"Target destroyed," announced the robot, "Casualty report: zero percent." then he turned his sights onto the third and final chopper which, by now, was already in full retreat, "Target is retreating. Requesting new orders." all of Atom's announcements were, in fact, status reports sent to someone observing his mission. Those individuals were Lisa Miles, the robotics and computer engineer who reactivated him; and Staff Sargent Warren Trent, their Army liaison and generally the one relaying orders from the General himself.

"Pursuit! Take down that chopper!" responded a man's voice in Atom's communicator, "Confirm command."

"Command confirmed," Atom responded immediately, "Target is acquired." he began his pursuit, but slowed when his sensors picked up unusual heat signatures coming from the ground level. He stopped and scanned it more thoroughly.

"Atom, why the Hell did you stop? That chopper's getting away!" it was Trent, sounding frustrated.

"Sensors have detected a metahuman conflict on the ground. Identified as a fire type and speedster type respectively. The speedster bears the Nazi colors."

"Ignore them. That chopper may be carrying valuable intel! Confirm command!"

"Command confirmed." spoke Atom, who then proceeded to fly full speed toward the ground, effectively ignoring Trent's orders.

"Get back up there, Atom! That's an order!" Trent was sounding angrier, but a woman's voice silenced him.

"He can't! It violates the second law."

By this time, Atom had already crashed into the battle zone, giving the speedster an unexpected right hook that would send him flying into a nearby wall. Atom didn't have to hold back as much against Metahumans, as they usually had some form of healing factor that allowed them to survive what most normal humans couldn't, "New target acquired," announced Atom, now standing where the speedster had been, "Identified as speedster type metahuman. Threat level: moderate. Target... engaged."

[i]2. Second Law: A robot must [b]obey any command[/b] given to it, provided the command [b]does not conflict[/b] with the [b]First Law[/b].[/i]