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"Fire at will. Engage all hostiles, they want our toy..They can't have it. Axelson, put holes in anyone stupid enough to get within twenty yards of the generator." the female moved with fluid grace, diving out the window- one hand snapping out to catch on a ledge several floors lower. The computer-weapon is discarded, it's usefulness exhausted. Her orders already being followed; shots fire from high above the square- Axelson using his skills as a sniper to defend the generator from afar.

"Roger that, we got any info on these tin-cans? My rounds cut through the limbs, but only dent the torso and head plate. Knee-cappin' is gonna have to do until the rest of you get into action." Axelson's low southern voice purrs through the coms, as his orange form moves from one roof-top to the next in a series of swift moves and a death defying bound. Supernaturally accurate, his rifle- a specialized antimaterial sniper based off of the RT-20's design, barks...sending a 20mm Hispanio round into another armored form's knee...blowing the limb almost off from the impact.

Dropping to the ground, and landing in a crouch, the silvery-purple figure presses her throat mic before speaking, "Simms, Odgen, where are you two? We need ground support. Murphy..lock and load. I want suppressive fire from that window. Move it team...this is the real deal." she reaches out, touching a parked car..her touch allowing the silvery tendrils of her form to glide along the car's surface...burrowing in and beginning to change things. Car makers had been using computers in cars for years now- they monitor things, they control things...and they are more and more advanced with every new model. This car was expensive. It looked fairly new...and was loaded with tech. 'Scorn, intergrate. We need a hard shell.' she thought, a subtle whisper of agreement flowed through her mind...the car would do fine.

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"Odgen here, closing from the left...Riot is hungry for action- is there any change in the ROE?" a figure clad in a silvery grey substance blurs into being. Moving fast was Odgen's specialty, and at the moment he was doing eighty...on foot. The rules of physics state- 'An object in motion will stay in motion, unless acted upon by an equal and opposite force.' kinetics have a similar way with words. What it boiled down too was this...if something moves fast..it's gonna hit hard. Odgen was moving quite fast as he slammed fist first into one of the armored men- the impact should have broken his arm...but didn't. Instead it dented the armor's chest plate...and sent the unlucky wearer flying backwards into a building. "Where you at Simms? You missin all the fun."

A green hued fighter joins the fray, far more primal looking than the others- the skin of this one is blotched with black, and raised in places with spikes and tendrils. The face alone causes several onlookers to panic- it was a gaping maw filled with razor teeth. "Im here, you big baby. Lasher just likes to be fashionably late." hands shifting, fingers becoming large talons, the green creature rips into an armored figure with ease...tendrils of it's form snaking into cracks and holes in the armor of a second...seeking the soft meaty center. "Neives gonna be joining the grunts...of is she too fancy to get dirty?"

At that moment something the size of a car, but rather humanoid wades into the fray. "You need help already?" from within the massive car-suit the smaller female figure operates the car's computer systems...now altered and responding to her every wish. One massive foot slams down on a wounded armored figure, while a swinging back-hand sends another flying into a group. "There is just to many targets. Get to the generator. We must secure the objective."

"Way ahead of you. Got Axelson providing cover, and I am ready up here with my cannon. We will thin the crowd." Murphy opens fire- the specialized weapon slices through the armor of the invaders with ease. A rail-gun will do that. Firing cobalt spheres at rates of speed beyond any other conventional weapon, the rail-gun was a mighty tool of war. It's normal drawback, the high energy cost, was rendered null due to the blue substance covering Murphy from head to toe. The massive weapon kicks again, a blast catching two of the targets in a wicked blast. Even a miss was a hit at the speeds those rounds travel..the air simply exploding in the wake of the projectiles.

The team moves as one, Lasher, Scorn and Riot moving on land, covered by Agony and Phage from above. Mercury Team, the first Special Symbiote Team was on the move- objective was that generator. What they wanted with it though...who knows.