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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	Chris stood on his front lawn, staring down the man who called himself the Judicator. A ring of fire and debris surrounded Chris, although there was a circular patch of untouched grass at his feet where his energy shield protected it (and Chris) from the Judicator’s missile assault. Chris knew the armor that the Judicator was wearing. It was the proto-type that he had developed for S.T.R.I.K.E. before the Hounds blasted them to kingdom come. His own armor was the latest model, but the technology was basically the same. He wondered how it could have fell into the hands of the Hounds of Humanity, although he did not need to make a large logical leap considering the Hounds were the ones who took down S.T.R.I.K.E.’s leadership.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Where did you get my tech?”[/color] Chris demanded.

	“It does not take a rocket scientist to knew where we get our munitions,” the Judicator answered, although he seemed more interested in a device that he was activating on his wrist. A small, thin pole, almost like a car antenna, rose out of the villain’s shoulder. It had a black sphere attached to its tip. Once the Judicator was finished activating the device on his armor, the black sphere emitted a red light that strobed the vicinity like the rays of a lighthouse.

	At first, Chris braced for whatever the side effects of the red beam. However, when the light pasted by him without causing any mechanical errors to his armor, he returned his focus on the Judicator, prepping himself for another potential attack by the villain. After the black sphere rotated a few times, it finally shut of its light and retracted back into the Judicator’s armor. The villain’s armor finally spoke up, revealing to Chris what the purpose of that device was.

	[code]No metahumans, magically-enhanced humans, or sentient non-humans found.[/code]

	“We know you’re harboring a metahuman. We don’t know how you’re hiding her from us, but we will find her.” The Judicator threatened. Chris knew he was talking about his half-sister, Veronica. It must have been her lucky day, since she magically lost her powers as of late. He thought he had been diligent on covering up his sister’s metahuman powers that Doctor Diplodoc gave her. But obviously he was not careful enough, since the Hounds somehow knew about it, or at least had suspicions of it.

	[color=c0c0c0]“I have no idea what you’re talking about,”[/color] Chris told the Judicator. [color=c0c0c0]“But if you don’t get off my lawn, I’m going to pin a cease and desist order on your ass and punt you off my property.”[/color]

	“Don’t make idle threats that you cannot enforce.” The Judicator taunted back.

	[color=C0C0C0]“You would know when I’m in a joking mood.”[/color] Chris activated his energy pila while his armor’s targeting system locked onto the Judicator. Once his energy pila had formed in his hand, Chris hurled the projectile at the Judicator. Before the pila could strike its target, it first slammed into the Judicator’s energy shielding, which was nearly identical to Chris’ own, since the armor was created with Chris’ technology. The shield buckled under the strain of the pila’s impact. However, the Judicator’s defenses held together.

	“Was that supposed to be impressive?” The Judicator taunted Chris while his own shields deactivated. 

	In response to Chris’ initial attack with his energy pila, an arsenal of missiles began to emerge from the Judicator’s armor. While his own armor had its own assortment of advanced technology installed in it, he never equipped either his armor or the ones that S.T.R.I.K.E. commissioned. Therefore, Chris concluded that there were two options that could explain where the Judicator could have armed himself to the teeth. Either the Hounds made a few adjustments to the armor or S.T.R.I.K.E. had already upgraded the armor prior the Hounds’ attacks.

	[code]Shield levels insufficient to deflect projectiles. Evasive action advised.[/code]

	[color=C0C0C0][i]Don’t have to tell me twice.[/i][/color] Chris thought before soaring away from the Judicator so that he could be in a better position to defend against the Hound villain’s weapons.

	[code]Hostile Missiles Locked-On.[/code]

	[color=C0C0C0]“This is going to be interesting.”[/color] Chris mumbled to himself as he contemplated his strategy for surviving this next barrage of weapons.