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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
“I am approaching Newark, Colonel,” Chris said over the internal intercom in his armor, “I will be there in...oh God.” As Chris soared toward Newark, he caught sight of the storm that was pummeling the city to the ground. It looked as if Sauron from the Lord of the Rings had dropped his giant clouds of darkness or whatever they call it over Minas Tirith. All that was missing was a giant red eye. Just throw in some waterspouts and it would be quite an accurate picture.

As soon as Chris was about to cross the threshold of the storm, he activated the external shielding that was installed in his armor. A blue bubble-like structure formed around the Iron Knight armor, providing a protective and stable atmosphere within the ‘bubble’. Now, Chris would not have to worry about the heavy rain nor the hurricane-class gusts.

As Chris entered in to Newark, he saw before him a sea of abandoned motor vehicles that probably were a few hours ago attempting either to leave the city or even as simply to get through the daily traffic. 

“Activate scanners for human life signs,” Chris said aloud in his power-suit, utilizing the voice-commands that were built into his armor. A computerized image appeared in his helmet, revealing a map of the city. On this map, which even showed minute details, such as locations of cars and even trash cans, red dots appeared, revealing where people were, probably trapped and unable to escape.

Chris descended onto the ground, locating the first trapped victim of the storm. The streets were already flooded with water due to the torrents of water that was falling from the sky. Chris ripped off the top of a taxi, as if he was pulling off the lid of a tin canned-good container. Within the taxi, there was a mother holding her crying child. However, the only problem was that the mother sat there motionless, covered by several fatal wounds that she probably gained during the onset of the storm.

“Dear God...” Chris said to himself.