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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	Although all of Chris’ injuries had been miraculously healed by the Egyptian themed hero, the Son of Osiris, his [i]expert[/i] team of doctors still requested that he stay and rest. But Chris did not have the luxury of time at the moment, since the Hounds had decided to up the ante. The first time the Hounds had used the orbital satellite, the power they unleashed was only enough to destroy his mansion and its immediate surrounds. But now, they were destroying city blocks and even entire cities. For a brief moment, the thoughts of why no one had tried to take this satellite down after it had placed him in the hospital creeped into Chris’ mind, but he soon shaked them off. It was not a time for the blame game. Instead, it was a time for action.

	Even though his mansion was destroyed, that did not mean Chris was powerless. He had made sure that he did not stick all of his eggs in a single basket. While he did not have an unlimited supply of Daedalos-class armors sitting around, but Chris did have a set that he rotated between so that he could allow repairs be done on them without sidelining him.  Or, if one were destroyed or damaged beyond repair, as was the case, Chris would not have ot scramble to put together a new set of armor in dire circumstances.

	It did not take Chris long to acquire one of his backup suits and prep it for flight. Since both his mansion and S.T.R.I.K.E. had been wiped off from the face of the Earth, Chris had only one destination left to mount his counter-strike: Sherman Center, which was the location where he ran the operation to foil Doctor Diplodoc’s scheme to grant superhuman powers indiscriminately to the entire human race. In fact, Chris had purchased that has-been building just for this type of situation.

	Having a nice and shining base was the easy part. Gathering together a group of heroes for a common goal is an entirely different ball game. During the Pax Metahumana crisis, he relied on his assistant, Minerva, to get the message to the various heroes. In fact, Chris still was not sure how she gathered the heroes so quickly. He had been meaning to ask, but the thought kept slipping his mind or she kept deflecting the question whenever he did remember. Furthermore, he had made sure all of his family and his employees who worked closely with Chris were hidden away in secure locations, safe from any potential Hound attack. He could not risk Minerva’s life just to gather this country’s heroes, especially since he had a plan B in his back pocket.

	Chris had long ago devised a plan for a situation such as this. Back when the team of heroes had had assembled had squashed the Pax Metahumana crisis, Chris had secretly attached nanorobots that he could use to contact these heroes again in a time of need, like the current situation. Since he knew that some of the heroes, namely Lyger, would be extremely pissed off if he had been tracking them this entire time, Chris had to think outside of the box to come up with a method to contacting them. Instead of sending back data about each individual’s location, the devices instead were programed to play a generic message that would suggest that they head to Sherman Center whenever they have received a specific radio signal broadcasted by Chris. While he expected that some of the heroes, especially Lyger, would still be fuming once they have discovered the devices, he believed it was a happy medium.

	But  a nagging thought that had been bothering Chris was still lingering. What did the Son of Osiris mean when he suggested to check in on Maya? What did he know about her that he did not? He had tried to contact here via her cell phone, but his calls always went to voicemail. If anything had happened to her, especially since he was unable to do anything about it due to the coma, the Hounds would soon wish that they had never dared to threaten his family and friends if they happened to be behind this.

	Before he jetted off to head towards Lost Haven, Chris something in the corner of his eye. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, especially since he just got out of a coma, but after a second quick inspection, he knew it was no mirage, even though he still did not believe it. Hiding near the hospital, the Archangel exoskeleton stood. When he took a step towards her, she shrunk back. Nevertheless, she had backed herself into a corner and therefore could not go anywhere unless he propulsion systems were still working.

	“Chris—” Archangel whimpered. However, from the way her voice sounded, a chill instantly ran down his spine. This was not the old Archangel back back from the grave. This was entirely different.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Maya?”[/color] Chris puzzledly asked, [color=C0C0C0]“What happened?”[/color]

	“I don’t know,” Maya admitted to Chris as she turned away from him, obviously wishing that he did not have to see her in this damaged form. “I went to bed last night and then when I woke up, I was like this.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“Recently, I’ve been looking into applications of remotely controlled armor and I’ve been reverse engineering Archangel’s technology,”[/color] Chris mentioned to Maya as he tried to figure at what could have went wrong. [color=C0C0C0]“Of the top of my head, the only thing that could have caused this would be one of the untested prototypes I’ve developed. But you would not have access to those.”[/color]

	“I guess you have to go now,” Maya muttered as she turned away again.

	[color=c0c0c0]“When the Hounds started to wipe entire towns off the face of the Earth, I’ve got to act.”[/color] Chris responded, [color=c0c0c0]“However, it shouldn’t take me long to get you out of that robotic shell, assuming your actual body is still in your home.”[/color]

	“No, you can’t put my own well being over that of millions of people!” Maya protested to Chris’ surprise.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Are you sure?”[/color] Chris asked back. Maya, in turn nodded. [color=c0c0c0]“I just feel terrible that you’re trapped in that form.”[/color]

	Maya then darted forward into Chris’ arms, while she wrapped her arms around his torso. Chris heard her weeping, even though no tears left her eyes since the robotic suit did not have tear ducts. Chris knew he had to do something. She was obviously distraught.

	[color=c0c0c0]“The Hounds must be using one of the hidden satellites that the original Archangel had secretly assembled in Earth’s orbit. It might be a long shot, but that old Archangel suit could possibly still connect to that satellite and at the very least delay any future orbital strikes. Do you want to help out?”[/color]

	Maya tentatively nodded, although her mood seemed to have improved.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Then we better get going. The others will hopefully be waiting for us.[/color]

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[b]Receive Signal[/b]:
-Icon
-Lyger
-Slipstream = tagged during IK/Slipstream crossover
-Radiance (NPC)
-Vigilante = MIA
-Raptor Pack (buried underground atm)
-Thunderbolt and Boom = MIA

[b]Did not Receive Signal[/b]:
-Arachne = Costume change
-Eva = Considered too young (plus Aunt “scolding reinforced his decision”)
-White Witch = Costume change
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