The cyborg grinned a bit at the woman's comment,  he knew she was probably playing with him...  but it was nice to get in a bit of bawdy talk.  It was something he missed in highschool,  being a walking hunk of plastic did usually screw up ones game.  As the group roared down the street he couldn't stop grinning,  perhaps it was the residual memory of adrenaline...  or maybe it was the speed that was being constantly pumped into his brain since he had activated his combat computer.<br/><br/>He watched with glee as Neil made another fantastic escape,  he was a lucky fucker...  and it looked like he would be too as he saw the two cops appear from the gaping hole that had just been made.  "Bring it fuckers..."  He whispered softly, he pressed a few concealed buttons in his forearm and a soft whirring sound was heard as the limb began to reconfigure itself.  Within a moment everything below the elbow was transformed into a very high powered looking energy weapon.  He gestured the limb towards the cops and was about to fire,  that was until he heard the boss calling in orders.  "Damn it..."  There goes the chance of smelling fried flesh in the morning.  He began to go about pressing a few more buttons before his arm went back the normal.