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Icon rocketed skyward in the direction of the multiple black choppers that had descended on the area above Sherman Square when something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was another of the mechanized suits, but this one was different from the others. The matte black mech was larger than the others, and unlike the others was more of a giant suit than a walking tank. From above, Icon watched as the mech moved  unnoticed toward Sherman Square and leveled its left arm at the heroes there, and gasped as what looked to be the muzzle of a mini gun emerged from the mech’s fist. 

[b] “No.[/b]” Icon said as he banked hard back around, putting himself between the mech and those in the Square just as it opened fire.

Dozens of rounds rained down on Icon. Had he been a normal man, he would have been torn to shreds in an instant. However, the bullets bounced harmlessly from his chest, neck, abdomen, and face. As the mech unloaded its mini gun at him, Icon stepped unfazed toward the mountainous machine and reached out to the outstretched mini gun and grabbed it, yanking it from the mech’s arm in an explosion of sparks and smoke. 
 
[b] “Is that all you’ve got?” [/b] Icon asked just before the mech’s other arm grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air, and aided by the hydraulics in the suit’s arm, slammed him hard into the pavement, cracking beneath him. Icon struggled against the machine’s vice-like grip, however, the powerful mech had all the leverage, and was able to maintain its hold on the hero. 

Icon reached up and took a hold on the mech’s “hand” which was placed firmly around his neck. He pulled and pried at the mech’s fingers until finally, they began to open. Once Icon had loosened the machine’s grip, he was able to free himself. With the mech’s arm in his grasp, Icon fought to get back to his feet, first rolling over and then getting up on one knee, until he was able to stand. Once he was on his feet he looked up to where the mech’s face ought to be and smiled as he rapped the arm from its socket. Then, he tore into the mech, punching holes in the body of the towering suit, ripping and pulling it apart until he had pulled the pilot from inside of the suit—and then binding the Hound’s hands and feet with cables that he had pulled from the wreckage, securing him to a nearby bicycle rack where he will easily be picked up by the authorities later. 

No sooner had he rejoined Alexa and Flux in the center of the Square when he heard the amplified voice of Iron Knight announcing that they had somehow traced an energy signal from somewhere in the city that appeared to be going into space. The conclusion that Arthur had reached was that the Hounds were activating the satellite, and there was little doubt that Lost Haven was the target. 

[color=c0c0c0]“Icon, can you take that thing out?”[/color] Iron Knight asked as he approached Icon and the others. 

[b] “I don’t know. I’ve never tried going into space.”[/b] Icon admitted. [b] “But I guess there’s only one way to find out. Are you sure we’ve got the location of this thing”[/b] He continued as his eyes darted around the scene of the battle. Finally, he found what he was looking for, the large mech that had been fighting along side the heroes. 

[color=c0c0c0]“As sure as we can be. According to this readout, it should be right…about…there.”[/color] Iron Knight said pointing to and area I the sky just south of Lost Haven. Icon nodded, then looked back over to the massive mech which had just retracted what looked like a massive chainsaw blade.

[b] “Hey, you have a targeting system in that thing, right?”[/b] Icon asked. Upon getting an answer in the affirmative, he grabbed the large machine and began to lift off, but stopped, hovering several feet in the air.

[b] “Just in case."[/b] Icon said to Iron Knight who just looked at the hero incredulously, and then shot skyward toward the location of the recently discovered satellite.