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A shattered TV sparks to life, the lack of power source meaning little as the grey face flits across the screen. Images flit back and forth between a beautiful park that had once stood at the center of the city and the nearly featureless grey face, obviously computerized. The face begins a maniacal laugh as the images flit back and forth with greater speed, and explosion tearing through children and their parents in play, flesh being burned from their bones as those too are incinerated. The two images flash back and forth with such speed the human eye sees only one image, a growing mushroom cloud composing the head of a laughing man.

Labored breathing.

Scuffle of limping footsteps.

Mechanical laughter.

-=FWOOM!=-

The TV is nearly obliterated with a single blast from the glowing pistol.

The Wizard had come. All you base are belong to us.

If Fiona had a means of detecting radio frequencies she would become quitte aware of the massive amount of broadcasting pumping from the single man. The Tongue of Helios allowing him to caress the very electronic circuits he sought to bring under his control. Any receiver about her body would immediately react to him, his voice filtering through without encoding in a haunting speech on the terrors of mankind.

He thought humans to be little more than filth, but as his body passed through a main square near the building Fiona was perched upon it was clear he was at least humanoid. Tall and gangly this man appears to have greyed skin that almost touches on white, a surgeon's mask covering his mouth, though his mouth never seems to move. His eyes are nearly white through and through, the pupils just a shade towards gunmetal grey. A bald head covered by a black beret seems oddly misshapen, a similar statement remaining true for the rest of his form, almost as if something is beneath his skin that does not belong. Under a trenchcoat and name brand T-Shirt he wears a skintight body suit that clings to every portion of his body save fpr the hands and head. If not due to a receiver about her form then the simple presense of active electronic devices would draw the gaze of the mishapen man. A computerized voice would flood the air as his mask pulsed but his lips did not move, "I SEE YOU."

And thus with the presense of a receiver all systems thus connected to it or to extensions thereof would shut down. The Infolink ingrained in Jason's skull made the connection and the Tongue of Helios shattered the technological systems, bringing any and all programming to its knees. All she would be left with would be useless scrap, nothing better than trash. Mechanical laughter filtered up from below, resonating off the buildings ev-

BOOM! HEADHSOT!

Well damn. Jason goes spinning as the bullet collides with his misshapen skull, tearing through the skin as if it only barely exists. The man is left face down on the ground with blood slowly pooling around his skull. The mechnical laughter continues, but repeats in the middle of the A sound, much like a broken record. Even as his body lays still the broken city around him seems to respond to his bioelectric field, a single street light overhead flickering and sending off sparks.

As the weapon was fired a wrenching pull tugged at Jason's core, the preliminary 'gravity line' produced by the weapon alerting him to the fact something was up. His entire body seemed to convulse as he kicked off the ground into a low spin to one side. The explosion would throw him to the side but the thermal component would wash over him to little effect.

He was indeed not dead, a line carved into his skull and exiting his beret, which oddly had stayed in place. A gleam of metal was seen as the skin closed up, nanomachines working to rejoin what had been damaged as the blood on the floor began to crawl back to him. His body was so rich in nanomachines that it seemed his blood was capable of moving on its own.

He glanced to the point where the blast had shaken the surrounding area and then up towards Fiona, his vision zooming in upon her location as his built in IFF system began tracking her, the system mixing with a targeting computer built into his skull to lock onto her location. The same pistol from before spun up to take aim and fire, a pulse of energy launching towards her location with the capability to fry systems as per an electromagnetic effect but to also sear the flesh as if of extreme voltage. Once the shot was made, however, he would fade from sight with that same mechanical laugh filling the air. Rest assured he is not stupid enough to stay in one place when becoming invisible, masking vision and thermal scans.

As noted, Jason wasn't stupid. Demented, maybe, stupid, no. The disk exploded where he had been and made a nice concussive thermal blast of fun, but nope, he wasn't there to ********. Streetlights continued to flicker and throw off sparks as he moved towards the building upon which Fiona had fired on him from. Should there be any opening he'd slide inside to deactivate the cloak and conserve his bioelectricity. Regardless, the beret would slide to one side and a small drone would exit Jason's skull, floating out into the open to survey the area. w00t for tactical drones!

Hiding himself under the eaves or within the building, but either way completely out of sight, Jason was a busy bee. Of the objects about his form he had several cannisters, five in all. Four were bioelectric cells, much like recharging packs, while the fifth was a nanosword, a creation akin to a lightsaber. He took this reprieve to recharge the energy he had displaced into the drone. Speaking of the drone, it continued to rise into the air, looking about and spinning slowly as it did so. It was on high alert, its miniscule size both a curse and a boon, the rise slow due to size butthe chances of it being spotted low due to just how ******** small it was.

The drone is indeed shaken around a bit by the blast, but when it continues to rise in spite of the chaos it is clear that the shell is damned impressive. Some of the scanning devices are damaged and the main weapon is currently inoperative, but this state would definately not be permanent. Even as it floated higher it was clear that the burn marks were fading and the bent portions were hammering themselves out. Down below Jason had replenished himself and was pondering just how to get Mrs. Trigger Happy's attention. Re-engaging his cloak he stepped out away from the building and glanced up towards the point he had last seen her, routing his targeting system thorugh the link to the tactical drone as an illumination filled the image fed to his mind....