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[Rico Havoc]

The mechanical juggernaut laughed at the girl's statement about their lack of finesse. "I've never been really good at stealth, then again I've never had a use for it. Guns blazing tends to work out for me in most cases. Haha." Tank replied to Zoya as he gave her a friendly smile, dismissing his previous mistrust of her. His personality and naturally friendly attitude towards others prevented him from putting on a poker face. As the trio approached the facility, Rico listened to Sergei and decided to give his input on the matter.

"Well the facility looks small, or at least it looks like it from the outside. I'd reckon it goes underground quite a ways too. Apart from that wall surrounding it, the place shouldn't be too hard to break into. Since our friend here is better equipped to slip in and out silently, I say we give them a distraction while she gets in to scope the facility out. The bionicon suggested before straightening his posture, looking out over to the wall as his mech arm transformed into it's cannon mode. Tank held his plasma rifle in his free hand and grinned as he suddenly bolted towards the main entrance. He held out his cannon toward the main gate, firing off several grenade rounds from the barrels as he sprayed plasma bolts at some of the guards with his rifle. Guns blazing indeed.

The foundation of the gate quickly began to crumble from the relentless blasts.0 To the surprise of the stationed guards, Rico threw himself full force into the giant wooden door. His hulking form was the straw that broke the camel's back, smashing through the gate and tucking into a roll along the ground before launching up with surprising spring in his step considering his size. A barrage of fire began raining on him, although it only belonged to a handful of guards; nothing he couldn't handle. Rico dual wielded his weapons, targeting different hostiles simultaneously while deflecting or dodging the on coming bullets. His armor prevented most shots from getting through, and a phase barrier shielded his face from head shots. This would provide more than enough distraction to get Zoya in easily, maybe even Sergei as well.

[Zoya Spiros]

"I don't know anything yet other than that it was here and that it would 'be of interest to me,'" Zoya said, leaving out for the moment the details of why it would be of interest. She filed those particular nuances under information that was for sale, rather than what she was willing to divulge to just anybody. But so long as they didn't press her with needless questions, it wouldn't be anything for her to worry overly much about. Besides, despite clearly (and rightfully) not trusting the stranger who just happened to show up after a group of super soldiers routed a band of rogues wielding stolen military weapons, not to mention that she had been carrying one of those herself regardless of how she got it, they had not once asked why she was so interested in the facility.

As for the matter of breaking in....

"Actually, so long as no one alerts the guards that anyone's here, I..." she started in response to Big Guy's suggestion of a distraction, but he was already running at and opening fire at the main gate. "...won't need a distraction until after I'm inside. But okay, have it your way." Just great. If he could have waited ten, maybe twenty minutes for her to already be inside before letting loose, she could have moved around with near impunity even with the entire complex on high alert. Now if the guards had any brains in their heads they'd be expecting something like this. Nobody attacked an illegal facility in the middle of the badlands of Elyon alone, right?

"Well, whatever," Zoya said, setting off as well. She wasn't sure what Sunglasses was planning on doing, whether it be helping her or Big Guy, but she wasn't going to make any suggestions either way. Once Big Guy was through the gate, the guards focused on him, leaving the gaping hole he had just made in their outer wall completely uncovered. Zoya took advantage of that to slip through the edge, staying close to the wall as she strafed around the commotion. She made her way to a side entrance, under surveillance but surprisingly simple for what it belonged to. Pulling out an equally simple throwing knife, she threw it at the camera. The knife cut through the wire leading into the wall, severing the camera's feed. Zoya then pulled out a plasma dagger and cut through several deadbolt locks, allowing the door to open. She checked for anyone who might have been watching and found no one, then slipped inside.

[Amaterasu]

"Wait, wait, WAI--"

Suddenly the team was split off and an aggravated sigh of annoyance came from his lips. Alastor was going to chew his ass out for this, and that was something Sergei didn't need. It was bad enough he was stuck out in this blazing hot desert, but the thought escaped his mind. Watching as the B.O.L.T. tore through the desert like a bull racing after red, Sergei began moving in a side arc. His goal was to flank the facility hard and fast, leave them little breathing room. There in a flash, then gone without a trace, that was his plan. As far as he was concerned, he was to ensure that all Ryden Industries technology was to be secured until otherwise noted.

Slamming body full force into a gate, he tore through it and crashed into several people. They all knocked over and flew like bowling pins, unknowing of the ferocious power that decimated their numbers. Immediately twisting around and letting bullets headshot the up and coming guards with his SIG Sauer, lifting one of the rifles they had and shooting for cover before entering one of the main warehouses. Sealing the shutters to prevent access from their heavier weaponry, Sergei began prepping the place for a fireworks show.

A slap of C4 here, a slap there, vehicles were rigged to blow with the touch of a button. Moving deeper into the facility, Sergei tread cautiously as he kept to the shadows and watched the movement. He was confident the B.O.L.T. could take care of himself, but just to be sure, Sergei was going to focus on cutting off their supplies before anything. Depressing the red trigger in his hand, Sergei chucked the switch to the side as he started running.

Explosives decimated a single warehouse, shrapnel flying as the Bionicon entered the next room and halted his movements. Fleeing to the shadows beside the door as he waited, watching people pass by as he stayed silent.

"That should help you Rico, give 'em hell."

[Kaira Magnas]

Elsewhere in the facility, there was a control room. Inside this control room, camera feeds from all over the complex fed into one collection of monitors, displaying a panorama of the exterior interspersed with multiple pictures of every hallway and every room under surveillance. When the attack began, several of the monitors lit up with explosions and weapon fire as they recorded the battle one single BOLT had incited at the gates. Meanwhile, a second cluster of monitors changed sharply from their otherwise nearly stagnant states as a warehouse on the edge of the complex was destroyed. Then, in between both of them, a single monitor went dark, with no signs of activity around it just before doing so.

"One is inside."

"Are you certain?" asked a guards. He was already reluctant to be tending to this...machine, that some unnamed patron had sent, but the way he just made observations like that was just plain unsettling.

For that matter, everything else about their new supervisor was unsettling. It had a human male's body, but one that looked like it had been cannibalized for parts and then fitted with mechanical replacements. Gaps of the chest and stomach were missing, filled in by a computer core. Both arms were also missing, as well as its entire lower body. The arms ended below the elbow and continued into a mess of machinery that included claws that could...probably emulate human hands as well as what looked like a mass of weaponry that should not have been able to fit into the space it was given. The lower body, meanwhile, was connected directly into the mechanical throne on which he sat. But most unsettling of all was the eyes. On the rare moments like this one that the mask was off, what was left of the eyes were clearly visible. They weren't just missing: the sockets had been held open to leave black oval gaps in the face where they once were.

Most of the time, they were covered up by the mask, a mechanical mask easily twice the size of the human "core's" head and looking like two faces, joined together to form a third between them, with wires from the far eyes connecting into the control center computers.

"Security is increased in vulnerable hallways and the front gate. Remaining human security force should attend to the warehouses." the Iconoclast said. The mask lowered back over its face, and on the monitors several automated turrets around the facility sprung to life. Most of them were in key junctures in the interior of the facility or around the outside of the main building, but several more were trained on the main gate. As the guard watched, the turrets joined what was left of the gate guards in barraging the BOLT there.

"We will get right on...wait, 'is'?" the guard asked.

"The security of this facility is flawed. I have upgraded it. All systems now feed into me."

"Excuse me?" the guard asked incredulously. "I know you were instructed to take charge here, but that doesn't mean you can just go changing everything to your whim."

"If you prefer the alternative, you are free to take it," the machine supervisor said, raising one cybernetic claw to point at the monitors showing the front gate. The guard scowled, then took a seat.

"Give the order then, if it pleases you," he said.

"It has already been sent."

[Rico Havoc]

The last bit of ammunition released from it's clip, the last plasma bolts striking their desired targets as Rico ducked behind a crumbling stone wall; although it hardly accommodated his size. He reached a set of pulse grenades from his belt and threw the three explosives over in different directions. Suddenly a massive chain of explosions ignited, destroying vehicles, the men and the warehouse itself. Tank looked over his shoulder as the wall he hid behind turned to dust. His eyes widened in surprise at the sheer intensity of the blasts. "Did I do that?" The bolt soldier questioned, knowing full well three pulse grenades couldn't produce a blast that size. However, he chalked it up as divine intervention, luck or whatever else and went on about his rampage.

Additional security found it's way to Rico moments later, mobile sentry guns combined with another platoon of thick guard soldiers. The adrenaline in Tank's heart began pumping and flowing throughout his body, filling him up with the intensity of his ability- the overdrive. The bolt soldier kicked off the ground and slammed into the group head on. Knocking them over like a fiery boulder smashing bowling pins, a few of them got up immediately after. Two unsheathed phase blades and tried their best to compete with Rico's speed. They managed to get a few hits in here and there, damaging parts of his armor and cutting through some of his muscle tissue. Tank grasped one of the guard's wrists and used it to slam the man's blade through his own chest. Tank then "removed" the man's weapon forcefully and made a clean, powerful slash across the other man's chest. Cleaving the guard in two, he then made his way to the walls. Tearing them apart bit by bit, destroying the foundation of the structure until hardly any wall stood at all. The sentry guns engaged him, firing off several rounds of plasma and proton shots. The rounds ricochet off his skin and armor as he tore through the ground stirring up a haze of dirt in his wake.

One by one the bots fell to the destructive force the walking Tank demonstrated. After all had fallen to his power, the giant of a man collapsed to the ground. Holding himself up with his mechanical arm as he breathed heavily, trying to adjust his heart rate to normal. The ability had been used for too long, and taken too much out of him. "Might have over done it a bit.. this would be a good time to have Nyus around." The Bionicon joked, knowing his partner would have been there to keep him from overexerting himself; as he always did. After a few moments of rest, Rico forced himself onto his own feet again and made his way to the entrance to the facility. Late to the party, and no way to tell what had been going on inside during his tantrum, Tank approached cautiously.

[Zoya Spiros]

For a brief and wonderful few minutes, moving around inside of the facility was much easier than Zoya could have ever hoped. The cameras were easily avoidable by just staying in the shadow of their range, what few guards were around were too busy scrambling around after Big Guy's attack to worry about the faint noises of what could easily have just been something else falling off some table or some other guard doing the exact same thing they were doing. Despite all claims to have not needed it, the distraction had worked wonders so far. Now if only he had waited until she was already inside.

Then, after a couple floors' descent and a little too long of absolute silence from anywhere not easily placed as coming from upstairs, a strange, distorted noise sounded over hidden loudspeakers. Zoya nearly had to cover her ears from the cryptic mess, which managed to strike all the wrong chords and make for a truly painful sound without being particularly loud. It was when she managed to resist making herself vulnerable for the sake of shutting it out completely that she realized it fell into patterns that could be some sort of language, although not one she could immediately identify.

She listened in as she made her way to a good spot where she could hide and wait, eventually managing to pick out multiple threads of speech at once: at least one of what could have been broken, heavily abbreviated English, at least one of nothing but decimal numbers, and at least one of nothing but binary. And then it hit her. Machine code.

"Why would machine code be playing over a PA," Zoya whispered to herself. "Since when did computers communicate verba-oh shit!"

Immediately in front of her, an automated turret emerged from what had looked like a completely normal section of the floor and locked on her. Zoya had only a second to get out of the way before it opened fire. She threw herself to one side, then made a jump for the top of the turret before it could turn toward her. Her feet landed on the floor panels that it was mounted under, but her weight alone wasn't enough to push it back into the ground. So she opted for a more permanent solution that would unfortunately also expose her presence in the building to anyone watching. Pulling out and activating her plasma dagger, Zoya leaned over the edge of the floor panels and embedded the blade in the machinery of the turret. Sparks flew as the automated sentry's circuits were severed, then its weapons began spinning around wildly. Zoya barely had enough time to rip her weapon back out before it was pulled out of reach, then hold it just deep enough in the turret to cut a molten circle in it. She then went straight for the barrels of its automated guns, severing them as they spun back around toward her. What wasn't cut clean off was melted over the opening, effectively disarming the turret. If it tried to fire again, it would explode from the pressure. And...she was right on top of it.

Swearing to herself, Zoya jumped back off the turret and made a break for it. Sure enough, she hadn't completely melted its targeting systems, and it managed to get a lock on her even as the actual weapons kept spinning. Zoya ducked behind a corner as it tried to fire in what it thought was the right direction, then, sure enough, exploded.

She stayed in her corner for a few more seconds, breathing heavily. That was way too close. But since it apparently hadn't been close enough, she soon heard a high-pitched electronic whistle behind her. She turned, and a floating sentry bot not much bigger than her head stared back at her, revealing that it too was armed to the teeth.

"Oh, that's just not fair," she said before making a break for it back down the hallway she had just left.

[Amaterasu]

Sergei stuck to the shadows, and with his surprisingly hulking figure, kept stealthy rather well. Opening a short communications channel, it was a direct link to Alastor. Popping the bones in his knuckles, the male stepped from the shadows. He waited until the connection was verified secure with top grade encryption, making his way towards a computer terminal which seemed to have a direct access to their server, or as direct as he could get without getting to the core. Plugging in, Sergei spoke, letting the files download.

"Not sure if you're getting this Alastor, but we've infiltrated the facility. A bit louder than expected, but I'm getting as much information as possible--"

"Freeze!"

The sound of guns loading and raising behind him, suddenly the connection was terminated through forceful termination. There must have been a communication jammer, Sergei let out a soft scoff, watching the files transfer as he shifted his head and did a head count. Five? No, seven. He was outnumbered, disconnecting from the server he turned around and rose his arms slightly. Hands were level with his chest as he motioned his hands that one would do for others to lower their weapons. Obviously, no one listened, Sergei backed up a bit as he spun around, listening to the triggers being pulled as he moved behind the large computer server that he managed to connect to. Listening to the gunfire rattle and explode as the server was lit up, moving down the long path as he bashed through a door while being chased.

Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him, coming to a slow walk before finally stopping as he was in a pure white room. He'd fallen right into a trap, suddenly the room was filled with sleeping gas. Of course, his body was designed to filter out the hostile gases but what harm was there in playing along? Putting on quite a performance, Sergei dropped, eyes closing as he waited, looking forward to seeing what he could dig up from the inside.

[Alastor Ryden]

OOC; -- Popping back in from the topic "Dirty Dealings". TAG; Ergo, Nyus.
New post order; Alastor, Ergo, Nyus, Zoya, Rico, Kaira, Amaterasu.

Ryden inhaled sharply and held a breath as the bolt soldier "jumped" himself along with Ergo and Alastor to their next destination. Within a second their environment changed and they were transported to Sergei and Rico's location. "That's.. actually not bad the second time." He said jokingly as he broke away from the others and lead a path toward the under siege fortress. Moments after reaching the front gate, which was apparently smashed in most likely by Rico or Sergei, Alastor received a brief comm signal from his bionicon friend. Before he could respond, the signal was disrupted by an unknown source and the sounds of plasma fire could be heard from outside the facility soon after.

"Nyus, Ergo! Let's go, it seems time is not on our side, or theirs." The strategist exclaimed as he bolted off through the entrance, down the stair way and into the belly of the beast. The mechanical components from his armor folding over his face once more to form his helmet, visor illuminating as he navigated the halls. Ryden swiftly shifted through the shadowy corridors of the facility until a commotion of machinery caught his attention. Quickly he ascended upon the disturbance to find a large turret targeting a woman, the very same woman from before that they had met on the battlefield. Alastor held his hand out as a blue glow permeated from it, the turret crumbled into itself violently as Ryden clenched his fist suddenly. "Where are Sergei and Rico?" The demigod demanded as he walked up to the female, keeping a few feet distance between them as he analyzed her. Even a hint of betrayal would be reason enough to erase her, however his logical sense pointed him to a different conclusion, since she was after all being attacked in the first place.

Alastor took a couple steps forward and held out his hand to help her to her feet, his helmet shifting from his face to the sides of his head. "I apologize for my haste, but I need to find them." He expressed his concern apologetically with a stern look, trying to emphasize his need to find the two comrades.

[Ergo Anima]

Although Ergo was not completely reconstructed and healed from the battle before, he was feeling much better now that Alastor's nano-bots had begun revitalizing his humanoid components. His human body was still greatly diminished however, so the remainder of the battle ahead would be difficult to say the least.

The second Jump was much like the first in that it made Ergo feel nauseous, but it was much easier to handle now that the Humanoid had experienced it once before. The problem remained that now he was in a new location, which meant he would have to map out advantageous areas before employing a strategy.

Despite the unknown field, Alastor stormed off quickly in order to find the others. They approached a decimated gate just before Alastor began to quicken his haste.

"Nyus, Ergo! Let's go, it seems time is not on our side, or theirs."

The Humanoid could feel the tension in his friend's voice and nodded quickly, picking up his own pace to follow along the C.E.O to the next location. What they arrived at was a turret aimed at a civilian. Before Ergo could do anything himself, Alastor took care of the weapon with ease.

"Guess that's one way to do it.." Ergo placed his hands on his hips and chuckled.

[Nyus]

After the jump, Nyus, slightly confused, looked at the other two men and examined him self. The "Jump" should have taken alot more out of him, but it seemed to just take off the "edge" he was feeling from Alistor's syrum. He now felt slightly fatigued but in better shape than he had ever been after such jumps. His comrades rush towards the facility, Snapped the Jumper out of his trance. "Ha,  Tank never was good with time. Too much and he'll loose his cool."

Nyus rushed along side Ergo and Alistor. The jumper scanned the hallways, looking for any signs of their comrades. He watched on as The RI CEO dispatched of the turret targeting the questionable female from earlier. Nyus scanned over the immediate area, looking for Signs of his fellow BOLT. The lack of extreme destruction clued Nyus in on the fact that Rico was not here. 

"Knowing Tank he is bound to push himself to his limits from the get go. We'll need to hurry up and Rendezvous with the others before he burns himself out. Nyus said as he turned his attention to the woman, awaiting anything she coil tell the Trio of their friends.

[Zoya Spiros]

It came as somewhere between surprise and relief when the sentry drone chasing her suddenly stopped screeching. At the sound of a clank behind her, she turned to see the drone on the ground, crumpled into a lump of metal, with a familiar mech suit standing over it. Not much of a reconnaissance mission when they were just going to show up before she'd had the chance to do much reconnaissance anyway, was it?

Well, whatever. They'd still managed to save her a lot of trouble. She frowned at his question though. "Who and who...oh right, Sunglasses and the big nutcase who started blowing things up before I even had a chance to get in," Zoya answered. It occurred to her only partly through her response that there was no way he would be talking about anyone else. "They're upstairs, last I saw them. Don't know what Sunglasses is up to, but just follow the explosions and you'll find Big Guy." She let the RI suit help her up and turned to leave again, then suddenly spun back to face him and his two friends, eying them suspiciously. "By the way, not that I'm not grateful for...whatever you did to the drone there, but next time you want to act all demanding and stuff? Try paying a bit more attention. How did you even get this far in without finding one of them?"

This was sounding more and more like another tactic to stall her. She closed her eyes and concentrated, mentally locating her target two more floors down, almost directly below her. There was another point of interest up above, on the surface level, but her intuition told her that she would have considerably more trouble getting anything out of it. And then, a third point of interest near the first, and...moving?

"Well, whatever," she said. "Unless there's something else more important you need from me than finding and backing up your friends, I've still got work to do here. Try not to get killed by sentry drones, this place'll probably be swarming with them before too long."