[center][img=http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-123147_zpsbb30635c.png][/center] [center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center] The cold wind chilled Colonel Cornwall as he paced around an observation bunker situated within the Nevada desert. He quickly glanced at his watch and groaned at what he saw. “Damn Billionaires, why can’t they have any sense of time? They should learn that the solar system is heliocentric, not egocentric.” Suddenly, a television monitor switched on within the room, revealing an image of a well-dressed man. “Welcome, Colonel Cornwall, to an exclusive demonstration of the Daedalos Mark Four. I hope you sit back, relax, and enjoy your buttered popcorn that can be found at the nice concession stands to the rear of the theater. Please enjoy!” “Can this guy take anything seriously?” Finally, a robotic exoskeleton burst from the ground, flying straight up into the air. Once it reached the apex of its launch, it looped toward the ground until it straightened itself so that it was parallel to the ground. On the ground in front of the exo-suit were several metallic targets. Immediately after the suit reached the targets, it launched several missiles, piercing each target straight through the middle. The exoskeleton performed a crash down strike on the final target, smashing it with its fist. In quick succession, the armor launched itself back into the air, darting towards a metallic structure that was beginning to collapse. Instantaneously, several rockets flew straight towards the armor, homing in for the killing blow; however, a blue energy shield appeared around the exoskeleton deflected every last one. The suit landed near one of the falling pillars that supported the collapsing structure, attempting to support the weight of the building. A small laser popped out from the suit, welding the pillar back in its place. The suit repeated this action on all the pillars, saving the almost-doomed building. After the performance was completed, the Colonel stepped outside of the bunker, waiting for the armor to land. “While it is totally clear that that armor can perform several different tasks, there is still one more question. So, Mr. Arthur, how does it performed against them meties*.” However, when the helmet of the suit retracted, the Cornwall was shocked to discover that Christopher Arthur, CEO of Knight’s Corp was NOT the man controlling the suit. “Sorry Colonel Cornwall,” the pilot said, “Mr. Arthur left for Brazil on quite a short notice. Unless you really want to bother him with an international phone call, you would probably have to wait until he comes back.” “What is God’s name is he doing in Brazil?” ---- Christopher Arthur III basked in the Brazilian rays, enjoying the soothing crashes of the Atlantic’s surfs. During the cold winter months that plagued the Eastern United States, Chris made it a priority for him to retreat to a warmer climate. This year, he chose to enjoy a nice, quiet beach on the Brazilian coast. Everything seemed tranquil there, or at least until his cell phone began to buzz. “Greetings and Salutations from the Sunny Shores of Brazil!” Chris replied. “Why the [explicit] were you not at the DM4 Test?” Colonel Cornwall barked. “Don’t worry, Colonel. I was just fixing these dolls teeth.” Chris joked, wondering if the bitter and hardened military man would get his joke. “What in the name of Mike does that mean?” “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? Jeez, didn’t you have a childhood, or was that before you times”. “Now you get down here right this instance or else...” “Or else what? You’ll fire me.” After Chris’ response, he heard the connection abruptly disconnect, undoubtedly because of the Colonel’s rage. “Well, looks like I am heading back up North. Well, at least I enjoyed Summer in January while it lasted.” ---- * Meties = Metahumans (similar to Muties = Mutants).