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Angel grinned at War-Pulse's quips. He didn't like being around the guy, because he had fought him before, but he had to admit that he was quite clever. Letting the mercenary lead him down the corridors, he bashed a robot in the face, and split one from top to bottom with the DMS, leaving the remains standing for a second, until they fell down separately. However, he was already moving on, running, matching War-Pulse's pace by a combination of boosts with the jump jets and the normal agility of the ATD. When they reached the exit hole, Angel stayed silent, letting War-Pulse take charge. He was the one rescuing him, after all. However, he did feel he needed to add one thing to the conversation. 

Hacking into their earpieces, Angel shut off his loudspeakers. [color=cyan]"Warden, War-Pulse, I have to tell you something. Sherlock already knows this, so don't worry about telling him. While I can normally hop short distances with my jump jets, they don't have the capability for sustained flight. I'm not Christopher Arthur or Archangel, after all, with access to almost unlimited resources. I work with what I can get my hands on. However, I have come up with a solution. I will re-route all my systems' power to the Pegasus, except life support and heat exhaust. It could get hot in this thing without them, after all. After that, I'll be able to fly for about half an hour. Should be enough to reach my garage. The downside is that I won't be able to use any of my weaponry for defending myself."[/color] It didn't matter what War-Pulse or Trent said, Angel did it anyways. His jump jets, when they were pushed, could break Mach 3. Shutting off all weapons and defense systems, as well as motor control and sensors, Angel moved the machinery with his mind, his technopathy taking only a little bit of his concentration with the familiar feel of the ATD. 

Blasting off into the sky after War-Pulse, after the two were airborne, he would draw in his mech's arms and legs, almost in an Iron Man pose, sans the repulsors. Following War-Pulse's trajectory, keeping track of the man with his synced sight through the cameras, he would push the thrusters to full, and a mach cone would begin to form around his mech almost immediately, and increase in power, a silver sheen trailing behind the ATD. Grinning inside the mech, Angel was glad to get away from that place. [i]God,[/i] he hated those pricks.



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Sherlock waded through protocols and data that was all-too familiar. S.T.R.I.K.E. Holding Facility U7-EOX, a place that was much more than a simple prison for dangerous persons. However, he didn't have even a microsecond to think about that, as he was under attack by hundreds of defense protocols surrounding the generator's control system. They had to get to the power systems of the base before they switched them to manual control, so with every attack by the defense protocols, Sherlock responded with a staggering amount of force, deleting lesser programs with a single line of code. This was the power of an AI, and one not even meant for assault and destruction, at that. Melting through their defenses, Sherlock and Warden quickly took over the generators, and shut them down. So as Trent and Angel flew through the air, the guns that would normally be filling the sky with lead and fire remained silent, their crews confused, wondering why their armaments would not fire. 

Cracking his digital knuckles, Sherlock said to Warden, [color=SkyBlue]"Alright. Now we need to cover our tracks. They will most certainly know I was involved, but your involvement is relatively unknown. Trent, S.T.R.I.K.E. will know was here, but from what I've seen, they don't really care about him. I'm gonna mask your data trail, so nothing can follow. You pull out, I'll follow."[/color] 

If Warden pulled out of the system, Sherlock would begin scrubbing their presence from the system, taking in the bits and pieces of code that would lead S.T.R.I.K.E. to figure out who was there. Deleting the evidence by storing it in his deepest archives, and then dispersing the code, Sherlock pulled out of the S.T.R.I.K.E. servers, heading back to the deep net, where his connection to Warden's server was. 

[color=SkyBlue]"Keep monitoring them, and tell me if they need my help with anything. I'll be concentrating on concealing your server and my connection to it for a while, so I can't watch."[/color]