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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
[center][b]Lost Haven, ME[/b][/center]
	Everything had been going according to plan: he had dodged the tank’s explosive rounds and caused them to land near the eldritch beast in the distance. It had gone almost too perfectly, as the tank’s main turret had turned elsewhere and seemed to have targeted a group of civilians who had taken shelter far outside of the range Chris had scanned. He was prepared to try to get the tank’s attention again, but the unnerving tentacle creature had beaten Chris to the punch. The tank would now have some more pressing concerns than targeting civilians.

	[color=e38c2d]”Iron Knight, I don’t know what’s going on here, but do you think that tank is mostly electronic?!”[/color] Chris heard Fletch, the archer who had aided the heroes against the Hounds of Humanity, a few yards away from his position. He jetted in her direction and touched down near her.

	[color=c0c0c0]“While it is possible these aliens are using some sort of energy source that’s beyond our own comprehension, it wouldn’t hurt to—”[/color]

	Chris dropped to a knee as an excruciating voice had penetrated his suit’s internal speakers, which immediately started to lecture him about placing its host in danger. His suit’s onboard AI reacted to this intrusion by muting the voice to protect Chris’ hearing. Yet even though he wasn’t in pain anymore, the term ‘host’ stuck with him. What type of person would allow this entity into their world? Sure, there was an alien invasion underway, but surely there were other options.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Remind me never to ruffle Cthulhu’s cousin’s feathers again. This city just keeps getting weirder and weirder,”[/color] Chris muttered to Fletch as she continued to prepare the arrow intended for the Arlaaekan tank.

	Meanwhile, the unexpected arrival of S.T.R.I.K.E. was a bittersweet moment. Chris knew that the heroes needed all the help they could muster, even if it came from the shadowy spy organization that was known as S.T.R.I.K.E. Yet, ever since what had been thought to have been the fall of S.T.R.I.K.E. at the hands of the Hounds of Humanity, Chris had been free from their meddling. The only positive thought that came across his mind was whether he had a claim for the director of S.T.R.I.K.E., as he was technically one of the last remaining people was was active with S.T.R.I.K.E. at the time of its supposed demise. Not that he really wanted to run such an organization, but it was a thought nonetheless.

	But Chris pushed those thoughts out of his head. For there were far more pressing matters at hand, namely the Arlaaekan invaders. Chris scanned the giant Arkaaelan tank with the advanced technology built into his suit. After mere seconds, he identified the smallest of a breach in the tank’s armor, no doubt caused by the person possessed by the eldritch monstrosity.

	[color=c0c0c0]“If you’re looking for a target, you might want to aim for that tiny imperfection in the tank’s armor,”[/color] Chris suggested before turning his attention back to the other Arlaaekans, making sure none of them would interrupt Fletch’s marksmanship.