[b][i]Cyrania + Janet[/i][/b]
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As they exited the warehouse door, Cyrania illusioned herself to be wearing a hooded sweatshirt, torn jeans, sneakers, and no mask on. It took less energy to maintain clothes only and this promised to be something that would take a while before actual combat. Then Alice telepathed to Janet, “[i]Have a plan yet for when we get to the museum? Or are you waiting till then so you can acquire a full schematic or whatever that is?[/i]” While she waited for the answer, the brunette scanned around for any Alchemax men along their walk.


“I’m thinking the straightforward approach, for once.” Janet said, leading the way as she could access the GPS and GLONASS to navigate their way. Using some of the money form the hacked ATM from yesterday, the duet took a cab to the museum. “Go get us tickets. that should give us close enough. Once there, the security is designed to keep a human away, I should have no problem getting to the armor. It’ll take a while - for me - to analyze it and put it to work, I!d say between ten and twenty seconds. Can you keep up a forcefield against rifle fire for that long?” the Ultron asked, trying to figure out their tactic.


“Psh, easily,” Cyr answered. “It’s when it gets to a minute that things might get hairy. Alright then, so go to the counter, pick up tickets. Go to its location, keep the fire off of you while you figure out how to work it. Want me to teleport us to the front or are you planning on flying us out?”


“Teleport us? You can do the nicest things. Failing that… Well the armor dad made specs to has the flight capability so I should be able to plot the course safely, but I’m not sure yet. I might not even be able to get the armor to power up, it is an… antique. If all works well though, that’s the plan. Unless you mind being carried, in which case I suppose stunning everyone in the room and making a hasty exit would do. I can outrun them all and you can vanish well enough. If we separate, we’ll meet here.” Janet said, her palm projector displaying the location on a map and a differently colored line highlighting their intended path.


Cyrania studied the map intently, trying to remember the route and location in full before setting out. Once Alice thought she had it, she said, “Got it. I wouldn’t mind a carry at all but back-up plans are always preferable.” Then the cab arrived at their destination and readied for their departure, “And not a moment too soon.” Cyr made sure her disguise was still on, ran over the plan again in her mind, then turned to her partner and said, “Ready?”


“Made ready.” Janet smiled, and the two walked to the counter to get their tickets before joining the next group to go in. There were a bit too many innocent people for Janet’s liking, but she needed that armor [i]now[/i] if she wanted to have a hand in combat. Speaking of which, she linked up with the spy satellite again and watched what the Vision was doing, calculating approaches and tactics.


The exhibit was rather interesting though, providing a good window into what they might actually meet one day. There was even a wax figurine of the original vision, a being a good bit more powerful than the one they were about to face if Janet was to judge. She nearly burst out laughing when the tour took them around a pedestal with a statue of one of the earlier versions of Ultron.


“MODOK, Red Skull,” Alice whispered silently the names as she saw their statues, remembering the images Merlin showed her . “Dr. Zola,” was whispered in fear and resulted in trembling. Then Cyr paused a bit as one in particular caught her eye. One figure was tall, white-faced, with long black hair, dressed in green, and wearing a strange long-horned helmet. “Hey,” the brunette whispered to her companion, “That one looks like Merlin, though he never wore anything like that helmet. Is it some unsavory relation of his? He never told me about that guy and I always thought Merlin never looked old enough to actually have lived through the Golden Age.” 


“I’m afraid you are confused, miss.” their tour guide said, “This is none other than Loki, the evil brother of Thor, responsible for several major crises in the Golden Age. Fortunately he hasn’t been seen or heard from since. But rest assured, the new Avengers are certainly going to protect us if he choses to appear again.”


Janet paid only marginal attention to it though - her gaze was fixated on her prize, all sensors hammering at the red and gold armor in the next display. “And now we come to our newest acquisition, Iron man Extremis. As some of you may know, extremis is an attempt at producing super soldiers, but Tony stark modified the treatment to aid him in healing from meeting one of the test subjects and growing new connections that would help him operate the armor more efficiently. since then… miss? Oh my god! Security!”


The guard’s sudden outburst was triggered by Janet’s arms morphing into blades and slicing the front of the glass exhibit cage clean off. Now that the guide generously provided insight into how the armor worked, she had easy time analyzing its circuitry. “Cyr, now.” the Ultron signalled as her hand touched the armor, sending cracks of electricity all over, filling up it’s long depleted capacitors.


“Right,” said Alice, glad to have a distraction from what the tour guide said. Then Cyrania de Bergerac revealed her true colors as she let the illusion go in order to do a proper force field around herself and her companion. The rifle fire was intense but the brunette held and was even able to push the civilians out of the gun fire range.


Having scanned the armor, her outer shell morphed to provide the necessary connections as she commanded the individual pieces powered by vectored repulsor fields to assemble around her. It was over in twenty seconds. “Thank you for the wonderful tour, madam, but we’ll be off.” Janet gave a cheeky salute, raising a hand against one of the windows and blowing it clean off of it’s hinges. “Ready to leave when you are!”


The Outlands girl grinned, “Born ready.” And hopped onto Ultron’s back.


Sending the appropriate command, the armor’s engines roared to life and eased the duet ot of the window before picking up speed. Janet was however having some trouble. Unbeknownst to her, the armor was fitted with a dumb annoyance, but one that could fight back a lot better than SAM, who was for all intents and purposes an office clerk. This JARVIS thing was slowing her computing power down 15% only for her to keep it at bay. Worse, before she could stop it, it sent a distress signal to Stark enterprises AND the local Alchemax-ran law enforcement. “Trouble on the way!” Janet yelled over the sound of air whooshing around, pulling a sharp stop as autocannon fire whizzed in front of them.