[b][h2][center][color=1b1464]Overlook's Bunker.[/color][/center][/h2][/b]

[i][b][color=8882be]"You bitch..."[/color][/b][/i] thought Overlook as he stared around his drone, hearing the words of Epsilon as she backed away. He saw her ease up and relax, and he was looking forward to actually knowing someone, but then she went and lied about being scared. He would not forget this, as he took off his helmet.

He was in no state of escape, of defending, or of victory here. All he could do was plead his case and hope he could be civil with the PRT, or fool them into believing that he could prove useful to them. He could also fry all of his connection to his computer, but that would sever himself from any of the outside world. He heard the one called Martyr speak as he thought. [color=ed1c24]"Any funny stuff, any hidden weapons or EMPs or Parahuman-disablers, I'll smash the thing."[/color].

Overlook messaged back to Decoy, which he just assumed was his alias. [color=8882be][b]>Epsilon is lying. She would've told you earlier if she was truly scared for her life.<[/b][/color]

The speaker came on Overlook's drone as it began to speak. [b][color=8882be]"Martyr, was it? I can safely assure you that this thing has no weapons, whatever that may mean, and if it doesn't mean much I will sit here and tell you my entire life story, or at least all I can recall about it. Triggers fucked up my memories."[/color][/b] 

Overlook was desperate. His next message to Decoy was sent through, typed with shaky fingers. [color=8882be][b]>... I never had the chance these kids had, at least I don't think I did. I don't even remember my mother or father or anything. Take with that what you will, but note this. I can get you information you can use to greatly excel, and I will be more than happy to do it, but all I want is to not be seen as an enemy, but rather an asset.<[/b][/color]