Snippet #2495469

Shadow-Sabre growled in annoyance as the lugie smeared across his visor. The cyborg squeezed the man's shoulder, possibly fracturing and bruising a few bones. He was unfazed by 3(b)'s pathetic attempt to bash his head into the fountain - the attempt more likely breaking the man's elbow.

The Alpha Trooper gripped the clone by the sleeve and threw him across the pavement to the feet of the police officers.

"Captain, what are our orders?" one of the supersoldiers called out on their network. Shadow-Sabre scanned the area. He saw the police barking commands and Ereb being taken to an ambulance. Though he knew there would be no way the police could take them by force, he looked to Ereb - he nodded solemnly - and he nodded in turn.

"Stand down." he ordered. "Activate the signature locks on your weapons and lay them on the ground."

The Alpha Troopers proceeded to unholster their weapons and placed them on the ground. Each carried a wide assortment of weapons from a rifle to a combat knife to various forms of grenades. shadow-Sabre placed his katana, locked within its sheath, on the ground beside his other equipment. After they placed their weapons in a neat pile in front of them, they stood at attention with a soldierly discipline.