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[color=Cyan][i]It doesn't matter how many there are, it doesn't matter how powerful they are, it doesn't even matter who they are. Just. Never. Surrender.[/i] [/color] The memory rose unbidden, of a fight between the street gang Angel was in as a child, and a rival gang. Angel's gang received bruises, broken bones, and bad cuts. One of their number even died that night, from internal bleeding. However, they won, even with the other gang's greater numbers, because they never. Stopped. Fighting. 

Even though the noise would have made it difficult for a normal human to keep on fighting, Angel had his headphones over his ears, which blocked out most of the psychic dampener, but even so, some white noise bled through, which might become annoying after a while. Then, the arms holding him up dropped him, causing him to hurtle to the floor. Reflexively forcing five other arms to form a sort of platform that he stood upon, at the same height as before. Moving the three arms that had dropped him, he wrapped them around the length of the platform of machinery, forcing them to entangle themselves, preventing any other attempt at moving them. Taking control of the ten mechanical arms that remained, even after the hostile hacker had forced them to destroy his ceiling-mounted Hellbeast laser,  he tasked five with tearing at the wall behind him, and the other five with shielding his body. Looking at the monitor with a strange symbol on it, Angel grimaced. [color=Cyan]I'm not a terrorist, but try telling HER that. I am to blame for the deaths, but what I'm doing is more important than three people![/color] Shaking his head, Angel knew that there was no convincing the hacker that he had good intentions, so he gave up trying. 

As soon as the mechanical arms had finished ripping through the concrete wall, Angel formed the arms into a bridge, one that reached from the platform to the hole. However, as he ran across, the arms broke apart, and tried to grab at him, attempting to restrain him. Taking control of one arm, he flung himself through the hole, landing on the asphalt. Unfortunately, he landed wrong, and broke his arm. Crying out in pain, Angel forced himself to his feet, and looked back at the factory, vision rimmed with black. There were two robots hovering over the building. What the hell? Growling, Angel reached out to the thorium reactor. If the bitch wanted to do this, then they'd fucking [i]do this![/i]

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Sherlock was at the apoapsis of the arc of flight that the jump jets provided, when a massive wave of missiles came out of nowhere, and although most of their targeting was thrown off by the ECM unit, one single missile slammed into the ATD's back, disrupting the arc, and forcing it to fly directly into the ground. Slamming into the concrete of the abandoned highway, forming a crater, the mech stood up, and began working on rebooting the disoriented Pegasus Jump Jet systems. The metal of the back armor plate would be fine, just some carbon scoring, minor denting,  nothing truly serious. 

Pretending to brush dust off of the shoulders of the suit, Sherlock knew that it would take 2 minutes to restart the thruster's systems. Sending a subroutine to perform the task, he spoke to the robots, electronic voice booming out of the suit's speakers, clearly inhuman, albeit attempting to appear as such. (Think Jarvis from Iron Man) [color=SkyBlue]"Wouldn't you say that effing missiles would count as a form of harm? Just throwing that out there, food for thought."[/color] Sherlock listened to the offer, and then considered it. This woman seemed to be true to her word, and did as she promised. However, he did have the directive from Angel to get away, and prevent the mysterious enemy, who seemed to have great intentions, even if she couldn't knock on the door like a normal person. [color=SkyBlue]"Actually, I've worked with S.T.R.I.K.E before. And while I do trust that you do mean what you say, I think that you are somewhat incompetent with handling a situation, so I must decline."[/color] 

A small notification dinged in the cockpit of the ATD suit, signifying the successful reboot of a certain propulsion system. [color=SkyBlue]"I'm afraid I must take my leave, now. Pleasure meeting you!"[/color] Turning around, Sherlock took off running down the highway, using the jump jets in controlled bursts to increase his speed up to 194 MPH, zooming down the highway, and reaching the bridge, which led into Lost Haven. Maybe that Icon guy, or someone else would help him. He didn't know. So he asked, turning up the speaker systems up to 130 db., and ran through the streets of Little Sicily, shouting, [color=SkyBlue]"Hello, Lost Haven! I was wondering if there would be anyone out there willing to help me not get captured by a crazy (albeit polite) hacker and her robots! Thank you! Goodbye![/color] He didn't know who it would draw out, but hopefully one of the city's more... heroic individuals would come help him. 

Sherlock was too distracted to notice that the streets that he was following led to Sherman Square, where, unbeknownst to the A.I., a battle was taking place.