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         He didn't hear any shouting or exclamation after landing so for now Bernard assumed he was in the clear. Still, he wanted to be cautious. He just wanted to keep an eye on the kardmium to make sure the few remaining cops didn't load it up and ship it off to who-knows-where before he could grab some. He only needed a single box of the stuff. He could easily carry more but despite his strength he wanted at least one hand free just in case. But he was getting ahead of himself.

He made his way over to where one of the cops had gotten in. The mangled wreck of a cyborg was still laying there where it had fallen. But Bernard felt no pity. Only disdain. Such wasted potential. Down one flight of stairs and he was inside on the third floor, with more cyborg bodies laid nearby. He was going to keep heading down when he heard voices coming up from below. Even with his enhanced hearing it was somewhat hard to decipher with the rain pouring hard on the metal roof just feet above him, but it definitely sounded like two female voices. He drew his pistol, the giant .50 caliber monster that they used to use on cyborgs before pulse tech became more efficient and popular. It was the only thing left from his own days as an officer. That and a few vague, muddle memories. He continued towards the stairs leading down to the second floor, but slower, quieter.

He considered, briefly, giving up on the kardmium and just escaping, but he was already inside. It would hurt his pride to leave empty handed now.