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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
It was finally that day. While some would have wished that this ‘Nightmare’ character would never rear his ugly face back into Lost Haven again, S.T.R.I.K.E. has finally found (or rather been gifted) a means to counter this mysterious killer. Or at least a theoretical means. Everyone privy to this mission hoped that the designs that Archangel produced would work.

While Lost Haven was recovering from the ‘Demonic Invasion’, Chris had also spent his time resting up so that, whenever Nightmare would strike, Chris would be ready for it. Chris’ armor was repaired and restocked and Chris tried to allow any wounds or bruises that he had sustained from the ‘Invasion’ to heal.

For this short period of time between the end of the Demon invasion and Nightmare’s most recent massacre, Chris finally had time to tackle Archangel’s ‘problems’. From examining the data that Archangel had transferred to Chris, he deduced that whatever device that were based on these designs was suffering from an overheating problem. However, it wasn’t something that Chris could not solve. After a few nights and a couple glasses of wine, Chris finally developed a system that would provide adequate cooling for Archangel’s device by utilizing cooling liquids within the device. 

However, since Nightmare had already struck again, reporting these findings would have to wait until the mission has been completed. This time, Nightmare had targeted a police station in Little Ulcer, that section of Lost Haven that received a face lift from Mercy through means incomprehensible to the human mind. First was the eradication of the filth that infested Little Ulster, then came the Demon Invasion, and now, the onslaught of Nightmare. Could this section of the city ever get a break?

Chris landed upon the roof of a building opposite of the Police Station. Below him was where Archangel had attempted to neutralize Nightmare. From her current condition, Chris could tell that Archangel had taken some severe damage, so much so that she was in a smaller and sleeker suit of armor. It looks like Chris had come just in the nick of time.

Now it was his time to enter the fray. Chris lifted up his arm above his head and activated his energy pilum. While the spear manifested itself, the computer system within Chris’ armor locked onto the dark mass that, as Chris assumed, was Nightmare. Once his weapon was fully formed, sparks flaring off of it as he held it in his hand, Chris hurled it down at his attended target.

The energy projectile crackled as it flew through the air towards Nightmare. It was almost like a scene out of Greek mythology, where Zeus, the Father of Gods and Men, hurled his threatening thunderbolt towards an enemy of Olympus. However, unlike Zeus’ mighty thunderbolt, Chris’ projectile would not cause that much damage. When the pilum hit its mark, there was a large crash. Nevertheless, the dark mass the billowed in the street seemed to be unfazed by his attack.

“Damn, that doesn’t look good.” Chris thought. However, Chris knew that he needed to give Archangel some breathing room. Therefore, Chris yelled down to the dark mass, hoping to get its attention, although he already assumed that his energy pilum already did the trick.

“Did you mother ever tell you never to hit girls? I was always told that was a major no-no.”