"Yes. The body may heal, but the mind," Judas glanced at the child before straightening up, "the mind is not always so resilient." French. He did not care for that, as of now he just wanted to extract himself out of this situation before the girl woke up. He folded his arms, watching as the lady with the stroller made a call, perhaps to tell someone about her close shave with death, and the French woman moving to check with the officers what was going on.<br/><br/>"They stole something from the university. Apparently its a fragile and expensive device." The second officer explained once the first was seemingly unable to keep expletives from flying from his lips. "Not too sure, but I heard say that its a kind of serum which shuts down part of the brain, makes Espers turn back to normal. There's no telling how right I am, I just deducted it from what I heard." He shrugged. "No telling what they could do with it, probably more harm than good."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Martin skied down the side of the street, towards the flank of another mech, its head swiveled around as its radar picked up something. He raised clawed hands, pouncing onto the mech as it turned to face him, knocking it down before grabbing it in the head and the chest, the general area where the optics, communications and pilot was located. The Terminus-II radiation units ignited, causing the metal to bubble and the mech's insides to fry before it could put up any real resistance. As the limbs ceased thrashing, he extracted himself from the bubbling wreckage and moved to cover. He fiddled with the comms for a bit switching to various frequencies and running decoding whenever he found a strong signal. Gluttony's slim frame leaned against the building, masking itself further from detection.