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Running past the remains of the HoH security team, Angel wrinkled his nose at the metallic smell of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder and dust. Sherlock really did a number on the Hounds, and the entire front of the building was pitted and gouged deeply, with black-armored bodies lying everywhere. Monolithic above the battlefield, however, the ATD stood, cockpit open, hand extended.

Commanding his mech to reach out and grab him, Angel jumped, and in midair, went limp, letting the ATD shove him in the open cockpit. Merging his senses with the mech, letting its' cool electric buzz wash over him, Angel subsumed the machine into his self. Boosting off into the night sky, leaving his scene of one-sided carnage behind, Angel landed on top of a office building, and launched off again, jumping over entire city districts, until he reached the Southside docks, crashing a few blocks away from the target, creating a crater in the pavement, causing dust to fly in the air, covering the street and obscuring the ATD's form. 

The Hound cell in the area came out of the woodworks, opening up on Equilibrium with small arms fire, which pinged off him, uselessly. Sweeping the area with liberal application of his Hellbeast arm cannon, he grinned at the vibrations caused by the massive machine gun. GOD it felt good to be able to fire this wildly without having to worry about unnecessary collateral. 

Once the vanguard was removed from the picture, Equilibrium boosted to the warehouse, sprinting at an impossibly fast pace, thanks to his boosters. Crashing through a cordon without a second thought, he crushed several people underfoot, and then approached the warehouse. 

Choosing to enter the building dynamically, Angel burst through the wall, and began violently and systematically exterminating all life within, slicing some with the chainsaw on his wrist, shooting others with the gun, and crushing others. Quickly finishing everyone inside, a deep and profound calm fell over the warehouse, gunpowder smoke hanging heavy in the air over deep, pitted concrete, stained with blood, and littered with debris and bodies. And in the center of the room, relatively undamaged, the HoH server farm.

Activating the VIGIL auto-aim processes for the ATD, Angel reached out with his power, and connected with the system. Almost immediately, he recognized the system and firmware. Really? Stolen STRIKE computers? They didn't even bother to change the firewalls. Seriously. Bypassing the security and slipping deep into the network, Angel absorbed the information, and collated it, collecting it in every type of document imaginable. JPG, PDF, word document, interdepartimental messages in government organizations, Angel kept the list in all those forms, backing them up in his ATD. 

And then, connecting to a derelict STRIKE satellite, Angel broadcast every single location for every HoH cell on the Eastern Seaboard to everywhere. Almost literally. At first it was a bunch of large packets that Angel had to manually send out, but eventually, the programs embedded in the information began to spread throughout the internet like kudzu. 

Retreating from the system, and taking control of the ATD once more, Equilibrium sighed in satisfaction. It felt good to do good for once. 

And that's when the sensors alerted him to the jet squadron bearing down on his position.

This would be fun.


[h2]CONTINUED IN OLD YELLER PART 3[/h2]