Snippet #1607244

A small armored truck was parked next to the sidewalk. There were no logo's on it, nor was there any driver. Inside of it, Randle sat strapped too a machine as his suit went through a auto diagnostics check. The armor had to reboot after the damage it's circuits received from the electric shock earlier. The truck he was in served as both a mobile transport, and repair station for him. Since Randle had some what... violent tenancies it was considered best to limit he contact with the public as much as possible.

Genetic experiments TT industry could get away with. Mass public property damage and civilian causalities could bring their reputation down a bit.

"Adjustments complete, releasing safety locks." Chimed a computerized voice. The clamps that held Randle down popped and steam hissed from the chair and suit as it was depressurized. Randle stood up, hunched over from the trucks low (For him anyway) ceiling. He stretched and flexed his arms and legs as much as he could, testing the feed back from the suits heads up display. He knew that two of the Nowheres were nearby, the green haired one and the blond haired one. How he couldn't wait to get a chance to crush them. But that went against what his objective was. The blond hair haired one was his targeted priority, and he was needed alive.

For now though he was on standby, waiting for the signal to move out.