<em>"Just get us out of any place with cameras, once we're in the parking lot, I'll be at a bit more of an advantage."</em>He followed her directions exactly, wondering what was keeping the agents out of their way. He was well aware of her detection capabilities, but he did not know she had a supplemental power.<br/><br/>He moved quickly, and kept ready to sling her over his shoulder and put a few bullets in anyone in the way. He had already fired four bullets, and he hadn't changed the clip yet, so he had to be careful.<br/><br/>He held her close to his body, and moved swiftly. His heart beat strangely, which she might notice, as she was pressed close to his body. She might even notice he was holding her in such a way that he would be shot or harmed should they be attacked, or he tripped (which was unlikely, but he took the precaution anyway). He was definitely not weak, which was strange, given he was not built muscularly.<br/><br/>Of course, she didn't know that his implants were regulating fatigue and adrenaline and supplementing his muscular power. If he so desired, he could even force it to release adrenaline or steroids into his system, and it would maintain the levels. However, it would still have a negative effect on him after the effects wore on, and he would have to find a hospital to replace the various chemicals in the system.<br/><br/>He wished he could still hear the chatter on the radio, but that would allow them to track his position. The modified radio was unable to pick up locations, only signals and a few other minor things, allowing him to react, but not detect or be detected. The signals and code his cybernetics used were prototypes, for which the plans were destroyed when 'ProtoTypE' was shut down, so it was extremely difficult to trace those either. His superiors (minus one that he killed) did work for SpECTRe though, which gave the agents some small advantage, but if he could track down his remaining former SOs, he could make that threat inert as well.<br/><br/>He quickly returned to his thoughts as they neared the exits of the mall, and looked down at the young girl, not speaking, though, so as to preserve her focus.