Drake didn't really have much to keep him busy these days. Sure he was working three jobs for three different companies, but for the evolved AI, it was menial task work. Merely paying the bills. Walking down the street with a tray of four coffees for his coworkers at Dark Star Technology. He felt a call come through from one of his assistants at SWORD. "Sir, those latest tests on Project Cataract have come back." [color=DA70D6]"Forward them to my email, please. I'll get to them shortly, Alexis."[/color] He replied to the woman on the other end of the call. He watched the email come through. Bring the email up in his HUD. [color=DA70D6]"Alexis,"[/color] Drake started after a small pause. [color=DA70D6]"Please call me Drake. I don't need such formalities as Sir."[/color] His eyes darted up as there was an explosion somewhere above him. He looked down to see the wreckage of a prison transport. Before Alexis could answer, Drake cut in. [color=DA70D6]"I've got to go. I'll talk soon. Good bye, Alexis."[/color] With that he hung up the call. His skin rippled as the nanites making up his body reorganized. Preparing himself for the coming battle. He gently placed the four coffees on top of a nearby dumpster and stepped out to intervene. 

He casually approached the prison transports. Glowing veins lit up as Drake seeming flexed and stretched his shoulders and arms. Getting ready for the fight. He recognized the middle transport. He had helped design the power suppression system. His contract work with SWORD specifically helped pioneer some of the developments in power suppression. Sure he was only one part of the equation. He specialized in synthetic biology and sentient weapons. His advancements helped with the containment of technologically empowered induvial who couldn't be removed from their gadgets or suits without killing them. He had looked in on all the people involved. From mutant scientists, Inhumans and even a mystic practitioner or two. While up and running, it was truly one of the most advanced systems the world had seen. As long as the system had power, there wasn't a single power that would work within the containment system. Which was the problem. Such a system required a massive amount of energy. Which he could see was compromised after it was struck with a rocket. 
With a thought, his body was engulfed in what appeared to be a blue iron man suit. He nodded to the police as he joined them. Hands up, palms pointing towards the door of the transport. Palms glowing blue as the repulsor technology powered up.