Setting
INK
Randle charged down the dark hallway. His suit, more then just an accessory, had a built in monitoring system that adjusted it's functions both automatically and remotely by anyone watching him from a terminal. Hence fourth he didn't have to worry about stumbling blindly in the dark thanks to the night-vision visual that activated in his visor.
Though that didn't stop him from trampling just about anything or anyone unfortunate enough to be in his way.
He dug his feet into the floor to slow his speed while making a tight turn. Sparks flew from his heels as he leaned to let his shoulder take the impact when he hit the wall. He left a large indent in the stone where he collided, nearly crushing the out of place teen that he barely missed. The armored giant stared down the hallway at the four people standing there. In his visor a five images opened up. Pictures of five teenagers with names, birth dates, and the listing escapee printed on them.
And then the words targets conformed, Nowhere kids came up.
"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW"
Randle roared with a level of furry few have had the fortune of living through and bounded toward the group. His feet made cracks in the tile from the force as he he ran, arms at his side ready to swing, toward the group of Nowhere kids.
Though that didn't stop him from trampling just about anything or anyone unfortunate enough to be in his way.
He dug his feet into the floor to slow his speed while making a tight turn. Sparks flew from his heels as he leaned to let his shoulder take the impact when he hit the wall. He left a large indent in the stone where he collided, nearly crushing the out of place teen that he barely missed. The armored giant stared down the hallway at the four people standing there. In his visor a five images opened up. Pictures of five teenagers with names, birth dates, and the listing escapee printed on them.
And then the words targets conformed, Nowhere kids came up.
"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW"
Randle roared with a level of furry few have had the fortune of living through and bounded toward the group. His feet made cracks in the tile from the force as he he ran, arms at his side ready to swing, toward the group of Nowhere kids.