Iron had plenty of time to go back and finish his research on weapon development. He enabled his connection to acquire internet access from some of the local places that surrounded him, all of which would have no clue of his connection unless he or an expert that measured security told them. Names were important at this stage in development. All the answers, in all honesty, were at his fingertips with the military weapons departmentâ€¦ but, with his history, why would he request further development from a system that would go all the way to end any threat heâ€™d possess to them? Plus, if they knew the quantity of upgrades to his systems, they would know how to counter it or best it to some degree. No, this job required someone willing to break the rules for him â€“ but who?<br/><br/>A siren broke his thoughts; the sound of stomps across the street echoed that familiar directive heâ€™d find himself following a breath later. He turned from the street corner, looked towards the soldiers to determine position, recognizing the destination and rushed to the top of the building next to him. Yes, he was just that awesome. Quickly, he rushed. â€œSame building as before,â€ he noted.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">A transmission feed came through, speaking to all soldiers.</div><br/><br/>â€œSecondary security systems back online. Some malfunction with the cameras. As you were, gentleman.â€<br/><br/>Iron was too far from the others to notice whether or not they were returning to their post, and too close to the building to simply abandon a quick search-through. Little did he know that he would not see a few of his fellow soldiers again: a fight broke out across the way, far enough where he would never notice it. Men and women both grew in a stir of rage and aggression. Action unfolded while Iron stayed to check out a routine beat.<br/><br/>Once inside, his steps were cautious and fluently directive. Heading to the meeting location, he stopped. â€œWhere are the security droids?â€ Something wasnâ€™t right. Unsheathing his sword, not wanting to use his rifle just yet, he called out: â€œCome out here where I can see youâ€¦â€<br/><br/>All hell rode a thin line. Anxiety would cover the rest.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I hope Iâ€™m just paranoid.</span>