They were off in a couple of seconds of course, probably leaving a couple of scientists with a reactor in critical condition and scratching their heads. A hit like this cant be ignored, the Corperation would likely be right on their heels. In the back seat of the apache Gabriel had to stock the H.A.R.D. suit, and this meant the idiot had to hang from the side thousands of feet in the air for the entire ride to main. All three of them had most likely been in worse situations, so there probably wasnt much sympathy. Halfway through, Gabriel did begin to whine, and I swear Niva looked like she would have crashed the chopper if the fate of the world hadnt been relying on this ride.<br/><br/>"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Was all that peppered the constant chopping sound of the aircraft, until finally the cabin Niva had described was well within view. Thats when it actually began to get a little wierd. The chpper pulled down beside the building, a sizable structure big enough for a family of four for somewhere so remote. The three would have just barely gotten out of the chopper and retrieved their gear when a strange groaning sound began to emit from the forest surrounding.<br/><br/>The cabin was on the apex flat of a rising hill, surrounded by lush green pines on all sides. These pines began to ruffle, and then shake violently. Their leaves were ripped into foreward positions as four figures rushed from the foliage. They all had their arms thrown back, propelled by something causing the air to shimmer behind them. This force was actually bursts of sound, causing the air to vibrate at such an intense rate it was visible, and capable of propelling their movement.<br/><br/>This group was known as The Killer Vibes, probably named by someone's 13 year old cousin in the lab where they were created. All four looked exactly alike, given the fact that they were all the same model of Android. Their attacks were sound based, mainly coming from powerful Speaker-like components placed about their foux-bodies. Their fingers allowed for piercing blasts capable of penatrating heavy metal with wounds only about the size of a pin. Upon their chest was a large central speaker, meant for emmitting a sound widespread for a concussion effect, able to send opponents flying back drastically. Of course on their shoulders were the speakers allowing them to travil at superhuman speads, two of them to be exact. Upon reaching the parked apache, all three used their chest speakers like a freaking fus-ro-da from skyrim to send the chopper flying at the group headed towards the house.<br/><br/>Thankfully Gabriel had his H.A.R.D. suit over his shoulder like a dead body, but god forbid he should actually put it on for once. He grabbed it by its helmet, hooking his fingers underneath its chin, and threw his arm above his head like he was chucking a grenade. The power and mass of the suit slammed into the side of the helicoper's back end of the main body, crumpling it like paper mache. It threw it off course so that it rolled strait passed the three barely missing them, and tearing at the untouched green ground and into the earth. It was clear that the shirtless men were there for blood, so Gabriel prepaired for battle. The three men would activate their back speakers, and a loud burst of sound propelled them toward the group.<br/><br/>[^]If You Ask Me, That's Noise Pollution[^]<br/><br/>[^]ACDC REFERENCE[^]