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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	[code]WARNING: INCOMING MISSILES[/code] Chris’ helmet interface alerted him with a text overlay. The Judicator had used this all-out assault missile strike once before, when he had launched an assault against Chris’ mansion back in Virginia. At that time, Chris tried to use his suit’s energy shield to block the explosive weapons. However, he discovered that such an assault would severely reduce the effectiveness of Chris’ shielding. Since it’s insanity to repeat an action and expect a different result, Chris had to change up his tactics.

	Chris therefore turned and launched up into the sky. Unfortunately, he could not make any immediate evasive actions since those missiles could slam into the nearby buildings. Unlike his high-tech suit, these missiles could not turn on a dime, instead of requiring a much large arc when veering off their initial course.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Revert power to thrusters and rear shields.”[/color] Chris told his in-suit computer. Although at the moment he could not activate his anti-missile systems while his shields were up, that was a risk he had to take in order to ensure that the missiles would not cause any major collateral damage.

	His plan was simple. Once Chris was in position, he would lower his shields and allow his suit to do the rest of the work. Chris had installed state-of-the-art DIRCM’s on his armor for such an occasion. Decoy flares would not work well in this situation for two reasons. First, most modern heat-seeking missiles had secondary systems installed that helped them distinguished the flares from the actual target. Since the Hounds were using S.T.R.I.K.E. tech, Chris knew that their weaponry would also be state-of-the-art. Second, what type of hero would Chris be if he would rain down burning-hot metal on civilians?

	Although his anti-missile systems would eliminate the threat of the missiles against him, Chris still would not be in the clear. Despite the missiles would no longer be targeting Chris, that did not mean they would become instantly harmless. Even if Chris would fly out of the way way, these missiles would eventually fall back down to the ground and potentially strike residential and commercial areas. Therefore, he would also have to take them out, too.

	“I’m inside. What am I supposed to do next?” Maya communicated wirelessly with Chris. This was an unfortunate wrench in Chris’ plan. Now he was going to have to juggle between dealing with these missiles and helping his girlfriend hook up the Archangel armor to the computer systems in Sherman Center.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Do you see a computer set-up anywhere nearby?”[/color] Chris asked while he watched the statistics that his helmet interface was providing him about the missiles. Just a little bit further until he could lower his shields.

	“I assume there’s some sort of wire located nearby to hook me in,” Maya continued after confirming that she had found the computer that Chris was referring to.

	[color=c0c0c0]“It should be already connected. Normally, we would have someone down there to help plug in the cord, but considering our circumstances, you’re just going to have to do your best on your own.”[/color]

	While he was giving those instructions, Chris had finally reached the distance where the missiles were only being propelled by the momentum that had launched them. Once Chris had deactivated his shields, his suit’s DIRCM started to blast the missiles with bursts of infrared energy. After his suit’s helmet overlay had confirmed that all the missiles were jammed, Chris performed an aerial somersault to position himself behind the missiles.

	“And is there anything I need to do once I’m connected?”

	[color=C0C0C0]“The computer will do everything for you. Just let me know when it gives you any feedback.”[/color] Chris told Maya. Meanwhile, the targeting system in Chris’ suit locked onto the jammed missiles and launched pin-point accurate bullets to detonate the warheads at a safe distance.

	“You’re be the first to know if the computer starts to do anything weird.”

	After dealing with both of these situations, Chris returned to the action back in front of Sherman Center. When he arrived there, Chris found the Judicator heading towards the entrance of Sherman Center. Landing in a hurry, Chris grabbed hold of the villain’s back and slammed him down into the pavement.

	[color=c0c0c0]“You already destroyed my home one. You’re not getting into this one.”[/color]

	Suddenly, an amber smoke hovered over towards the Judicators. Chris noticed that the mystical fog had also spread towards the other Hounds, whose weapons and gear began to rust and malfunction. Although he would have expected the Judicator to have started rambling about ‘we would have gotten away if you meddling heroes had to interfered.’ However, Chris only heard laughter.

	“Don’t you know that S.T.R.I.K.E. has been studying magic long before those bitches were in diapers,” the Judicator told Chris. The armored villain then released a mist around him that dissipated the smoke that Lady Hex had generated and mended any damage that it might have done to his armor. Then, the Judicator grabbed Chris by the helmet and tossed him several feet down the street.

	“You of all people should have know this.” The Judicator taunted Chris because of the armored hero’s prior association with S.T.R.I.K.E