[b]Ved[/b]
	His radio began to static, tuning into the frequency that North was communicating on, and listened closely, quickly plugging in the GPS coordinates that he heard over the radio. After the transmission ended, his began to move, with the combination of his suit and his own natural speed, he was capable of running just south of forty miles an hour, and he was pushing himself hard, likely falling around the 37 mph range. As his feet moved under him so quickly they were a blur, he unsheathed the rifle he had on his back, [url=http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/d3/f1/14/d3f114501675f6d52667d0fca5f36863.jpg] The T-A Compedium[/url], a fully automatic weapon with a close-range scope and Armor Piercing rounds. They would deliver a powerful blow if fire point-blank range on a heavily armored portion of the body, and could prove critical if they penetrated a less armored location such as the neck, joints, or visor. He slowed a bit, to balance the newly deposited weight in his arms, scanning everything in his field of vision for the Freelance Operatives.

	His attention turned back to the transmission frequency, and after a few moments of thought he decided he would reply to the Soldiers, give them a chance to prepare for his presence. A man, or beast, of God would Never attack an enemy if they weren't aware of his presence, to do so would be cowardly and only weaken the faith of Other's in the Purge's true strength.

[color=9e0b0f]"There is no hunt for you. You are merely the prey."[/color]
His modified voice growled, echoing within the helmets of the Freelance operatives.