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The creature went around the corner, loudless as a shadow, and saw the targets. Two of them, close proximity, chatting, a third one with some weak possibly very old identification behind the next wall..... The creature broke into a lifght sprint at 80 mph, jumped, burried its clawbearing feet in the back of the one target, while in a swift motion, it extendet one claw, and beheaded the one target. for a minute, it marveled the situation.... the head at its handclaw, staring in his face in a vision of disbelief..... the body, still standing, but slowly falling foreward, showering the surroundings in a fine red mist.....It snarled as the new software kicked in, and it fell foreward, as the second target screamed, and hit it with something....
"dolstjakva-djork! SPARTAK!"
it marvelled as its one arm flew off the joint, yseperated by the blade on top of the weapon, while it sent out tiny impulses of the programms, that caused the surplus nanobots in its body to spew out and devour the second target.
The second target screamed during the whole sequence like a mammal fuiled under pig.... yes, it squealed like a pig. The creature grinned, and wondered for a minute about the inefficiency of verbal communication, while the nanobots reconfigured the athoms of the two targets, and reformed them in a silvery wave, slowly flowing back to the original body, and increasing it's size and dexterity for 90 percent. Now, it was about 3 meters tall, and it had to bend its bipedal motion apparatus to fit under the low ceiling.
leaving the other nanobots to clean up, the creature walked around, to take care of the third target. for a minute, it could smell it all. Adrenochrome, adrenalinem, sweat and a hint of piss...... then the information kicked in....
"<>", it snarled, reading the response from the rfid-tags in his clothing, identification marks, and the other signs, while retracting its secoindary mouth, "good job, boy..... Work up, and get the weapons of the enemy...."

Riku finally made it to the garage again, and was amazed at what he saw. Blitz was unconscious, slung over the android's shoulder, as Joel, Tera and several MM soldiers confronted The Bear. The Bear roared out in pain, then said, in broken English and with a thick Russian accent, "you hurt the Bear! The Bear smash you! RRROAAAAA!" Riku smirked; the Bear reminded him of a hero from a comic book he had looked at, only he wasn't green.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar presence; Chaos. He looked over to the corner to see a portal of the stuff opening up. Yuri stepped out of it again, and held out his hand towards Joel in the Groundwalker suit. "s**t!" Riku ran towards him, yanked him out of the suit, and jumped out of the way as the suit suddenly ceased to be: total existence failure. If Joel had been in the suit a second longer, he would have been gone forever. Several soldiers turned and opened fire, but Yuri simply waved his hand. They all melted into puddles of liquid biomatter. He then held out his hand towards the android, and Blitz disappeared. The Bear looked over, and yelled. "Yuri no interfere with Bear's fun! Bear rip puny soldiers to shreds!"

"You are disobeying a direct order from your own father," Yuri calmly replied. "You will be punished severely for this." The Bear roared in anger, and charged towards Yuri. Right before his punch landed, he disappeared just as Blitz had. Yuir then stepped back into the Chaos portal and disappeared.

Riku looked around the garage; it had been almost destroyed from the fight. He then realized the katana on his back had disappeared; Yuri must have summoned it away. A message crackled over his comm; "Attention all units, Kavinsky's mercenaries appear to be pulling back. Good job, everyone."

Riku suddenly felt something he had never felt before. A strange form of energy was emitting somewhere inside the complex. He didn't know where it was coming from, but the energy felt strange- almost as if, if it were to touch anything, it would annihilate it. Riku realized what it was; he had encountered it once, and it had destroyed an entire mountain range. He immediately hit is comm button.

"All MM employees, the attack was a diversion! They've planted an antimatter bomb somewhere in the building!"

Steven was understandably depressed. First off, he had nearly seen action. He'd grabbed the vest (and the vest was uncomfortably hot), filled it with grenades, grabbed the P-90 and several magazines, strapped the handguns to himself, several magazines with those as well, grabbed a hat, some combat goggles, pulled out and on boots, laced them, tucked his pants into them, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and gone to go fight.

And where was he?

A security shelter. A bunker. Sitting around with non-combat personnel, trying to figure out exactly what he was doing here. Man, if Steven laid eyes on Brian again, there would be terrible suffering and consequences. Probably there were terrifying things in that poor child's future.

Then the intercom came on. The person who had apparently first initialized the panic was informing the others that someone had planted a bomb. An 'antimatter' bomb. Steven was only vaguely aware that this was a theoretical type of matter that would explode upon contact with your standard matter. It didn't matter; maybe if he went out and wandered the halls and didn't get killed, he'd find something. Maybe there would be a cash bonus. Deciding the chance was far too good to pass up, Steven got up, pushed his way out of the bunker, and tried to gather his bearings.

By the time he found he had done so, he had managed to wander into the central hall of the MM HQ. On an impulse, he quickened his step, moving towards the stairs to the second story. Someone really clever would know that most of the mercenaries would be scouring the first floor, simply because they were all already there. They would count on a diminished number upstairs, and plant the bomb there. Steven could also be crazy, but still, it was worth a shot.

Up the stairs he went, feet flying, until he reached the top. There was no OBVIOUS sign of bomb planting, but that meant nothing. If it were up here, it would likely be in one of the dorms. Hesitant though Steven was to steal people's privacy, this could be considered an emergency. And if anyone objected, there was always the P-90. He moved into the first dorm area, knocking on doors, then attempting to open them, then kicking them open if they were locked. Since they were, in general, standard house doors, they fell to his boot easily enough, if he needed them to.

((Requiem, if you want him to find the bomb, tell me. If not, I'll just keep trawling through dorms. Which no one wants.))

(Since apparently anybody had superpowers, I am going to get mine one.... part one...)
Brian woke up the second time....It was not a very nice way to wake up, fallen down on the keyboard, with marks the size of , well, some keys.... He sighed, and pushed himself off. as he looked in the mirror, he saw....
Mirror..... his face.....
wghere the ******** was he?
It was a white room, and he was kind of in it with his laptop....He sighed.... it was obvious howe to proceed.
he opened a console on his laptop and pressed a few keys.
<>
Yes.... as he thought..... he was withing the lines of some computer network.... ath0 was the name of his wifi card, and the network name was.....
he grinned.
"Computer, boot...."
the white room shivered ,and ,,,,
His hands! his fricking HANDS!
He slammed his head down on the console, pausing the boot process. Then, he sat down, and stared at his hands. His hands were..... flowing inside of the flowing screen..... then, some memories hit him.... his last thoughts.....
he grinned, and said to nobody at all
"Computer, find......"
He stopped, as a voice resounded.
"Gorbatschow, puschkin, finnioska and Badewannenmix"
He stopped everything. He had just withnessed the most amazing thing. The computer must have had reacted to his thought of the request of begging it to point out four different sorts of vodkas which you could buy in germany.....
He stopped.....what the hell was going on? he had just tried to figure out if he was suffering from some sort of .....
A wikipedia page popped out ion front of him. memory loss. most symptoms..... he read through it, and in horror noticed that he remembered every word.
He sat down, and stared at his hands. This was either too friggin cool, or some very ******** up s**t.....
How could he..... he kicked the laptop, and found that he had been able to kick it in a respectively good manner. Grinning, He stopped.
he then sat down, and ran the commands.
Only text mode....
startup in console....
connect to the network.....
He sighed, and went to the menue.... what he saw there, made his blood freeze.....
some idiot had used some very electromagnetic device near the main secondary storage server unit. It had ******** up some very important controll mechanisms....
He called up the main page of the nanobots description... it showed seven active constructs. He swallowed, and moved through the descriptions. one was the aliebn he had constructed to move through the enemy rows, 2-6 were the repair spiders that fixed the network....
He swallowed, as he went to the last page, and saw a detailled description of the last item. It was humanoid, and just sat down in the simulation room. He swallowed, and moved his right arm. The construct moved his right arm.
he sighed. This was not possible..... it was.....
he swallowed. how nice it would have been to be in the body of corporal eva....
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He jumped up. this was not good. he had ******** tits! these tits had not been there before! he saw clothing a few sizes tpoo large, and his feet looked.....
The Librarian.....
He was now little, crouched, and had very long and slender fingers. he sighed, sat down, and tried the last restort.... he thought of the last algorithms he had implemented to controll the nanobots in the constructs..... an algorithm to rebuild the construct after a big shutdown.....

He woke up in the white room, and knew exactly what was going on.....his brain contained a distinct memory of a second construct, a spider....he saw through some tiny eyes on floor level, crawling towards a guy in a bubble.... a construct that had enemy matter embedded in itself, and.....
he cleared his head, and thought of his own body. as he opened its eyes again, he was himself again.
He jumped up, nd thought of the outside.
his vision blurred for exactly 3.5 seconds, and he was in the corridor. next to a wall. he shivered, and punched it, thinking off the no clipping cheat he had used to make his creatures able to pass walls. He opened his eyes, and the fist had disappeared in the wall. slowly, he pulled it out again. he concentrated, and thought constraints..... he saw the lines. The libnes and vectors and integers he had used to construct the body.
He leaned against a wall, and breathed deeply. then, he said to nobody in particular....
"FSCK!!!!!!!!!!!"
He had somehow been rebuilt by nanobots...... god dang.....that was problems......BIG problems.....

Riku looked up, still exhausted. "The bomb's gone. And I can't move." He looked down at his chest; the tattoos laced it like strange tendrils running down his body. He tried to get up, but ended up falling flat on his face. It was at this time that a strange mark was made visible on his back; a star, made of eight arrows pointed in different directions. Riku rolled back onto his back, panting. "Call a medic. There's no way I'm getting out of here on my own."

((
The superpowered are highly represented around here. I'm considering working that in as a plot point later. Joel has one power which is beyond human ability, and he will not get any more. That one power so hard to work in that I consider it more of a physical quirk than a power. A physical quirk which he hides, at that.
))

When Riku had thrown him, Joel had landed on a recent corpse. He had rolled to his feet holding the dead man's pistol, but there had been no need. The army was retreating, and apparently had planned to do so all along. All of the efforts to capture a prisoner had been undone with Yuri's handwave. Even the mech was beyond recovery. In fact, everything they had done seemed futile.

Joel hated the sense of futility.

"Styxx," he snapped, passing her, "get whatever injuries you might have healed, and regroup in the garage. We're still on for that cleric job. This little skirmish might convince upper management to assign us more people, if we're lucky." Joel strode back into the garage. Lately, the garage had seen more use than the front door. Joel reached for his phone, but then realized that it had been plugged in to the mech when it had been destroyed. He scanned the ceiling until he found a security camera. Standing in front of it, he addressed the camera. "Tech. I know you can listen through these if you want to. Kavinsky bought all of his cameras from the same company you people did, so I know how they work. There's word of one bomb on the premises; do a complete search of the base for any other nasty crap those guys might have left behind. Then clean up the bodies and repair everything. Oh, and when you get a chance, design a base defense system that kicks in while the soldiers are still here. Bonus points if it works against freaking demigods who can handwave things out of existence." This line of thought led to the other figure standing in the garage, the one with glowing red eyes. "Sorry about the mech." Joel apologized to the android. Then he changed the subject. "That was pretty smooth, taking Blitz like that. Not too many soldiers would think to take the prize and leave the fight. What's your name again?"