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[h2]IN

OLD YELLER, CHAPTER 1[/h2][/center]

Angel's mind was clear. Holding a machine pistol in one hand behind his back, he strode with purpose towards the office building, hooded jacket, sunglasses, and bandanna concealing his face. Spoofing all the cameras in the building to play a repeat feed from the last ten minutes, he began his assault. 

As he walked into the lobby, the receptionist smiled brightly at him. "Hi, can I help y-" She cut off when Angel pulled the gun on her, pointing it at her face. Immediately, she started breaking down. "P-please, don't hurt m-me! I don't know anything, I'm just the receptionist!"

Angel, keeping his gun steady, pointed at the desk. [color=Silver]"Push the button for security, then run."[/color] Nodding hysterically, the receptionist did as he asked, then ran out of the building, into the street. As an afterthought, he bricked her phone. The police would only complicate things even more. Striding to the elevators, which he made sure still worked, despite the silent alarm locking everything in the building down, Angel got inside, and with a thought, started up to the 25th floor. 

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Kyle Johnson, security guard for Omega Solutions, and grunt for the Hounds of Humanity, was eating a donut when an alarm started to blare from his security monitors. Scarfing down the rest of the donut, Kyle leaned forward, checking each individual camera for the situation. When he didn't see anything serious, he was confused, but he switched over to the alarm source indicator. Apparently it came from... the front desk? But Carol was fine, just sitting at her desk, playing solitaire. 

Huh. He needed to check this out in person, and call backup. 

Grabbing his walkie-talkie, he depressed the call button, and called the most dangerous man in the building, the Omega Head of Security, and a Captain for the Hounds of Humanity. "Hey, uh, Walker? I think we have an issue down at the front desk, I'm going to go check it out, send backup, okay?" The crackling voice that came through the other end chilled Kyle to the bone. 

"U̙̜̝͈̺̬͚n͇͞d̵e̵̻̮r̘̙͖̱̠s҉̘͍ͅt̬̣̟̜̭̯o̙̲̰̰͘o̻͕̬̺d̟̘.̤̳̩͎͕͡ "  

Shivering, and clipping his walkie-talkie to his waist, Kyle strapped his gun, and headed towards the stairs, as the elevators wouldn't work during a security lockdown. Quickly going down the two flights to the ground floor, Kyle looked out into the lobby carefully, scanning the area before entering the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except... Where was Carol?

Frowning, Kyle unholstered his gun, and advanced to the middle of the lobby, examining the area around the desk, before heading over to the large, automatic, sliding glass doors. Heading outside, he entered the street, where he scanned the area around the door, before getting stopped in his tracks in terror. 

Directly in front of him, standing two stories in height, was a bigass robot. And it was pointing a machinegun right at him.

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Angel could hear the gun even from here, inside the elevator. So the first of security had found the ATD. Angel didn't pity them, though. They would've repaid the favor, should they have found out he was a Metahuman, after all.

Stepping out of the elevator, into the executive suite, Angel readied his gun once more, and hacked into the actual video feed, displaying it on his phone screen, trying to get a sense for what awaited him behind the large oak double doors. One man, sitting at his desk, apparently unworried about the sound of the ATD engaging his security forces. Either that, or he couldn't hear it. Angel heard that these executive suites could be pretty soundproof at times.  

Regardless, Angel opened the door quietly, and slipped in, pointing his machine pistol at the Hound-bought CEO. Looking up from his work, the CEO said, "Ah, yes, can I-" And then got a suppressed bullet in the forehead. Swiftly moving over to the completely isolated laptop, connected to the Hound network, instead of the regular internet, Angel began to work, worming his way past firewalls, cracking codes, and destroying barriers, simply by thinking about it. 

It had taken Angel a bit of work to locate someone within the Hound hierarchy that had one of these unique devices that only connected to the Hound network, but it had been simple for one such as him. Even if they were able to keep any traces off the internet, they couldn't keep their radio signals silent, and several safehouses had a knowledgeable Lieutenant or two. A surprising amount of the intel had come from blackmailing the Hound members' families, threatening their schools and workplaces, etc. Angel was caught off guard by the amount of Hounds that had families. Everyone had a family, of course, but it's just... The Hounds didn't seem to be the type of organization to attract family men and women.

Shaking his head clear of the thought, Angel worked his way into the location of the hub that this computer connected to, a warehouse by the docks on the south side. Bricking the laptop, Angel made his way back to the elevator, preparing to rush out of the building to his mech. The sounds of Sherlock, inside the ATD, engaging the high-security response team in combat reached him even here, so he needed to be ready to move.

The elevator door opened, and Angel ran.

[h3]CONTINUED IN OLD YELLER CHAPTER 2[/h3]