John glanced at a man he hadn't met yet but followed his actions when buiting on the battle armour. John found his locker labelled Brooks and opened it. After putting on most of his suit he stared at his helmet, turning it around after he studied the front, then staring at the back for a few more seconds. Finally, he lowered the helmet onto his head. It clicked into place and whirred into action, after a sharp, discomforting pain went through the back of his head, but it dulled away into a light pulsing feeling. However, he felt godlike in this suit, that the power he once possessed flooded back into him, and god did he like that feeling.