[^]Man, can no one stay conscious today?![^]<br/><br/>Gabriel sighed, seeing Niva step out from under the blanket. It was less of a 'Glad she's OK' and more of an 'good now I'm not going to be hunted down by the Corporation AND the government.' May be deep down he was happy, who knows? So he emerged from the McDonalds after her, squinting in the sun, and the saw her mouth something toward him. Wait, why wasn't she speaking.<br/><br/>"WHAT" He yelled, thinking it was little more than a requesting tone. He put one of his sausage links he called fingers up to his ear, and brought it back into view to reveal blood. "AH BALLS" he yelled in Niva's face once again. "I THINK MY EARDRUM IS BROKEN" He said pointing towards his head. Then he noticed the fried robot laying on the ground, sparks spurting from the gaping hole in its middle at regular intervals. He looked from it, to the girl thing half his size standing in front of it, then back to it. "WAY TO GO EARS, DID YOU DO THAT ON YOUR OWN?!"<br/><br/>That's when their pleasant moment of victory was quickly ended, as the swat team Niva had spotted would have reached them by now. They each raised their rifles respectively towards one of them, seeing all as a threat, but were cut off in an instant. One dropped head exploded onto the pavement, by a ball of light and heat. Dropping from the building above them was the Mech pilot, whom I stated was on the roof earlier. He had taken the necisary precautions, using remote control rather than the usual Mech combat, and now came to confront the team himself. Before the other S.W.A.T. agents could react to their fallen comrade, his shoulder mounted plasma cannons gunned each down with a constant stream of mini-suns.<br/><br/>Gabriel turned towards the sky to see the man, wearing only a pair of jeans, an unzipped parka showing his masculine body, and a pair of blue vans. He had rotated in the air to face them ground ways, and fired a single shot from each cannon at Gabriel. He barely moved his body to one side to avoid the first burst, and then rolled towards where his H.A.R.D. suit lay in a crater to dodge the second by his feet. The hard suit would have stood a full 6'11" if it were upright, and had a fine bronzetint which gleamedin the sun. The head looked like that of a Big Daddy from BioShock, and it was thickly plated on all major places sort of like football pads. At its waist were hung two huge guns which looked like Blunderbuss, and on its back was a huge metal warhammernearly the size of Gabriel himself. The hammer part took up as much space as did his broad shoulders, and the handle was about the same size as his Massive hands could grip. Regardless of the huge girth, and leather strap holding it to the suit, Gabriel ripped it off like it was paper with both hands. At this point the Pilot was about three fourths of the way down the building, though he was having a tough time aiming for Gabriel. Gabriel slung the hammer by its far end with one hand around, and sent it rocketing at the airborne opponent. He had no way of dodgeing, so when the hammer reached him his body seamed to mold around it like friggin clay. A hit like that could make a drill seargent crying from the sound of shattering bones, which obviously Gabriel didn't hear.<br/><br/>A spurt of blood peppered the street below, accompianing Gabriel once again screaming at both women "HEY, I THINK WE SHOULD GET OUTA HERE BEFORE THE NEWS SHOWS UP." Closing his eyes for a moment to prevent blood from staining them, and then looking between the girls and waiving a hand towards the alley way next to him as if to say 'After you.'<br/><br/>[^]Ouchy[^]