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The infiltration of the Water Treatment plant had almost been a joke, in the back of his mind, War-Pulse surmised he probably could have walked right into this place in full costume and not a single person would have noticed.  Warden was absolutely right in his original assumption in this place, a heavily guarded compound it was not.  There were no armed officers walking the halls, just a fat security guard named Dennis slobbering over a greasy donut. Most of the cameras were working, but it wasn't like anyone really reviewed them, War-Pulse wouldn't have been surprised if they still were recorded on VHS tapes. 

This is not to say the Plant was out of date, however.  On the contrary, the place was very well kept and arguably quite up to date. The hallways were painted a spotless creamy white, the tile floor absent of dents or scratches, clearly buffered often by the janitors to the point where the florescent lights flashed up and into Pulse’s eyes.  The equipment was pristine and spotless, sanitized at least every four hours. On top of that, there was a room before each treating room designed for decontamination, equipped with spare uniforms, gloves, and boots. It was only security that the establishment fell miserably short.  It was just water after all.

Still, War-Pulse found himself woefully over prepared for this mission.  He had wore his battle suit underneath the Electrician disguise in case anything got too hairy, his scarf actually being laughed at by some of the workmen who noticed him as he walked by.  A few people had asked him where the other electrician was, who was apparently named Eric, but simply saying that Eric was under the weather was enough to throw the other Plant workers off of his trail, and even gave him free reign of the building.  He had faked a few maintenance checks, hit a few buttons, pretended to write important notes down on a clipboard.

It didn’t take him long to reach the reservoir, not more than ten minutes went by before he found himself standing above the treated water, now being flooded out to the city.  He made a few glances around the room, the people there were either too busy to notice him or simply not watching the disguised mercenary, a perfect time for him to act.  He inconspicuously reached into his pocket, pulling the vial he brought with him from the cloth garment, the neon green fluid jostling around in its tiny container.  Popping the safety seal, he gave another glance around the room, making sure nobody is any the wiser as a quick flip of the wrist sent the liquid careening into man-made river below, the small splash unheard by the surrounding workmen.

With his job done and three other vials waiting for him in the dumpster outside, a smirking War-Pulse began to make his smooth escape.  However, that was when there was a loud crash coming from outside followed by a rumbling that shook the entire foundation, causing the mercenary to stumble a little bit.  His eyes widened and his attention turned to the panicked workmen, watching them as they gathered to the outer halls, more appropriately to the hallways with windows looking outward.  What had happened outside?  Was there a big car crash?  Had there been an explosion?  

The original thought for the mercenary was to use this distraction to get the hell out of there, make his escape even easier than before.  However, the attempt was quickly dashed once the culprit of the rumbling began to speak, through what sounded like a mechanized megaphone loud enough to pierce the admittedly thin walls of the Treatment Plant. 

[quote=@Athinar]
 [b][color=Cyan]"Hey, whoever ya are in there, get out. I dunno what a meta would want with the Water Treatment plant, but its probably not good. So geddout."[/color][/b]  
[/quote]

At those words, War-Pulse’s eyes could not help but widen in surprise.  Had someone found him out?  He knew he had not been exactly the most subtle, but had someone really bothered to sniff him out?  

[color=0054a6]“Warden?”[/color]  War-Pulse grabbed a hold of his comm link, trying to get a read. [color=0054a6]“What’s outside right now?”
[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“That would be a two storey tall mech with a cannon pointed directly at you.”[/color] Warden replied, the sounds of clacking keys once more crossing over the comm link.

[color=0054a6]“What do you mean at me?  I’m inside the building.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“I hacked one of the street cameras outside and one inside the building, assessing the hypothesized trajectory of where his gun is, he’s pointing it directly at you, despite not being able to get a visual.”[/color]

[color=0054a6]“What?  How is that possible?  And how come you didn’t tell me there was a mech out there until now?”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“I didn’t tell you because it literally just dropped down, I was about to inform you, but clearly the person driving the mech already had the pleasure of doing so.” [/color]Warden said, his blunt manner of speech belied the humor in his sentence. [color=9e0b0f]“As for how it knows you’re there...have I ever told you that you are easily detectable on a both Geiger Counters and Energy Readers?”[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Wait, what?”[/color]  War-Pulse audibly stammered out, causing some of the civilians nearby to look at the strange mercenary apparently talking to himself.

[color=9e0b0f]“Yeah, you glow like a christmas tree.” [/color]Warden added. [color=9e0b0f]“You’re a walking kinetic battery, it’s nearly impossible to ignore that.”[/color]

[color=0054a6]“And you never informed me before?” [/color] War-Pulse turned on a heel, glaring down the hallway as his face contorted to an annoyed frown.

[color=9e0b0f]“It never came up, nobody we’ve ever fought carries such devices.  Plus, we aren’t usually hired for stealth missions, so there’s never been a worry for such things.”[/color]

The disapproving frown remained plastered on the merc’s face for only a few seconds, but it was not long before his lips contorted into an eager smile. [color=0054a6]“Pft, whatever, if someone wants to call me out, I’m sure as hell not going to disappoint.”[/color] He said, ripping the electrician’s disguise off of his body, revealing the silver and black battle suit underneath, zipping the facemask back up over his mouth, much to the shock of the surrounding technicians. [color=0054a6]“It’s about time I had another fight on my hands, I was getting bored.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“I’d advise caution, we don’t know what this thing is capable of.”[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” [/color] War-Pulse confidently teased, cracking his knuckles as he pushed open the double doors leading outside, the security guard at the gate knowing better than to get into Pulse’s way.[color=0054a6] “Just see what you can gather on your end, I’ve got some metal to scrap.”[/color]

Shoving the doors open, the appropriately attired superhuman traipsed out onto the concrete, coming into full view of the mechanical interloper.  Warden was again entirely accurate in his description, War-Pulse now having to look up to face the colossal mecha.  However, that did not give him pause when he addressed it, as very little actually does.

[color=0054a6]“Ohohohoho, now that’s what I’m talking about!”[/color] War-Pulse praised, gesturing to the machine in front of him. [color=0054a6]“That is an impressive piece of machinery, you look like something straight out of a video game, hot damn!” [/color] He crouched low, delivering a slow whistle as one would when observing an expensive sports car for the first time. [color=0054a6]“What kind of deal did you score on that?  They don’t hide these in the back of a Best Buy for the VIPs, do they?  I mean, with this kind of town, I’m thinking either alien tech or a custom build, that anywhere in the ball park?”[/color]

At this point, his movement was slow, calculated, the mercenary taking the time to size up his opponent.  While War-Pulse couldn’t make out any other armaments other than the arm mounted cannon pointed at him, he did notice that several points of the mech sported extra plating, as if they could be moved to reveal other surprises.  Remembering the last battlesuit he confronted, he surmised a battle plan of aggression might be the best option, the less tools his opponent used, the better for him.

[color=0054a6]“However, did you really have to be so blunt with the ‘meta’ thing?”[/color] War-Pulse continued, raising his arms to the Unnamed Armor as he rose to a standing position. [color=0054a6]"You clearly have no idea what I was doing in there, by the sound of your threat.  For all you know that’s my day job you just outed me to!” [/color] He began to pace as he spoke, slowly circling the robot.[color=0054a6] “I mean, let’s both be real, it wasn’t, not by a longshot, but it could’ve been!  You should be more careful when calling out metas, people in this town work real hard to hide identities!”[/color]

He laughed, switching his footwork now and again while circling the mech, making sure no matter which way he walked his front would be facing the mech suit. [color=0054a6]“Bah, whatever, what’s done is done.” [/color] He added, delivering a slight shrug of his shoulders with a hearty laugh. [color=0054a6]“You found me and dragged me out into the open.  But the question remains; what are you gunna do about it, tough guy?” [/color] He brought his hands inward, lowering them to a readied stance above his belt height.