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	War-Pulse was quick to raise a barrier around Angel as soon as the robot up, making sure the debris falling from the exploding ceiling were met with a wave of force instead of a fleshy twenty-something.  Of course, what met the barrier was a wave of fire from when the robot was commanded by the young technopath to explode, causing the merc to grunt from the small wave of the explosion before the two men traveled up through the hole made for them.

	[color=0054a6]“Well...I can judge by the gesture that you didn’t get caught here without a fight.”[/color]  War-Pulse said, a cheeky grin made out behind his facemask as he caught sight of the ATD, middle fingers extended. [color=0054a6]“I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same...hell I’d probably want a bit of payback in your shoes…”[/color]

	Pulse’s words were only met by the sound of feet pounding along the ceramic floors, the metallic clacking of firearms being loaded becoming clear from the other side of the armory doors. “Unfortunatly we don’t have a lot of time before they start bringing out the big guns, so I'd put that idea on hold until you turn on the Iron Giant”  He turned his attention to Angel, who was more than likely already heading towards his prized mechanoid. [color=0054a6]“You get that thing operational, I’m going to buy you some time.  The second you are ready, you follow me out of here, understand?”[/color]

	With those words, the mercenary burst off towards the armory door, he could hear the voices on the other side barking to get the thick metal door of the armory open so they could get at the two men inside.

	Big mistake.

	Bringing a shoulder forward, War-Pulse bashed against the security door, slamming it off of its mechanical structure and jolting outward into the awaiting squad behind it, slamming them into the wall behind it.  There were more, however, a sea of men and bodies armed with heavy machine guns, along with more robots.  They were coming more prepared now, these men were even equipped with heavier suits of body armor.

	Just the kind of scenario a man like Trent thrived in.  

	The kinetic monster was quick to act, blasting the nearest man down the hallway with a right cross as he barreled down the wide hallway to the bulk of the reinforcements.  By this point they were returning fire, high caliber bullets ricocheting off of the merc’s form as his fists and feet collided with the nearest bodies available, shattering kevlar and ceramics like it was stuffing and goosefeathers.  He barely made it into the majority before began to be pushed back, the combined force of hundreds of bullets coming into contact with him began to force his body back towards the ripped through door.  The mercenary laughed, his arms wrapping across his body as he crackled and hummed with power, blue light emanating from him as his feet slid across the ground.

	[color=0054a6]“Come on you bastards!  I thought STRIKE was supposed to be tough!”[/color]  He yelled out, punctuating his remark with a kinetic wave, the energy bolt crackling through the air before colliding with the entire front line, sending a wave of troops head over heels through the air.  The mercenary followed up quickly, locking down the now-open hallway with a kinetic barrier, bullets bouncing off of a transparent wall of force between him and the oncoming reinforcements.  

	This was still small fry.  In Pulse’s head he knew this as he forced the kinetic barrier forward, as much as he talked trash, he knew STRIKE was still reeling from the initial result, but there was not much more time before Anderson would call in someone who could actually fight back.

	[color=0054a6]“Hey kid!  The sooner you can reboot your Jaeger wannabe the better!”[/color] War-Pulse shouted, twisting his body to deliver an explosive energy ball into a robot who was getting too close to eh barrier, its head exploding on contact. [color=0054a6]“I swear, if you put that thing on Windows Vista I am gunna be pissed!”[/color]