[h2][u][b]Silver[/b][/u][/h2][h3]The Park[/h3]

Silver stood, allowing his cloak to envelope him once more. Sure the bioconstruct wasn’t completely dead but the cyborg was confident enough those around it would be able to get the job done. Besides, that floating piece of coral was hell bent on reducing this area to nothing but ash, something that Silver was not keen on sticking around for. Pressing off, he continued down the road, weaving through the carcasses of cars heading towards the park.

As Silver moved, a familiar beep rang out beside him, Jerry had returned safe and sound. The little drone dipping up and down, clearly happy it had completed its little mission. Deep down the Voidhangers knotted stomach untwisted itself, though he would never voice it, he was glad to see Jerry. The drone zipped up to his owner, seamlessly dropping back into the hole on the side of his leg armour.

The air from the park was thick, heavy with the tension of soldiers preparing for battle, Silver swore he could almost taste it as he waded through. As he entered the cyborg decloaked himself, there was no point trying to hide from their obviously advanced equipment. He would be better off to seek out the leader of the troop under a fragile white flag, taking him as a hostage if things went south. The Voidhanger was a little taken aback by what he saw, admittedly he wasn’t expecting that amount of firepower to be successfully hidden so close by.

Several large, heavily armoured APC’s sat just beyond the tall gates of the park, a few of their gun turrets pointing towards the ongoing battle behind Silver. Others had their cannons swiveling back and forth across the buildings of the city, reminding the cyborg of Jerry’s earlier warning regarding a second welcoming party of enemies. The troops clung to the crumbling walls of the park and the tires of their vehicles, donned in thick, black, lighter armour. Whose ever army this was, wasn’t obvious, there were no insignias or otherwise identifiable gear among them.

It was stupid really, this whole damn thing was so ridiculous. Silver cursed himself for being so trusting of his new employers. He was caught between two very hostile enemies and literally standing in front of one unknown army. Of all the ways to die in this universe, this would be one so undeserved of the reputation he had spent over half a century calving out for himself. Cautiously Silver returned his rifle back to its magnetic plate on his spine, moving his arms in a very slow and obvious fashion, wary about setting anyone off. With his hands back at his side, the cyborg moved forward, approaching one of the troops.

“Who is in charge here?” The cyborg asked.