The bomb neutralized, Eddy turned away from the bank manager, pushing at a small pulse communicator embedded into his wrist. "You may wish to take cover, sir."<br/><br/>The air around the bank began to charge rapidly, diffused with electrical energy roiling in small sparks along every exposed metal surface and causing hairs to stand on end for everyone and everything within a hundred yards of the bank. It continued to build, then discharged with a deafening<strong>CRACK</strong>as a fifty-foot tall battle titan materialized, one foot planted firmly in the collapsed roof of the bank vault a scant few feet from Eddy. The waiting entry hatch slid open, and he flung himself through the open portal, punching commands into his remote control one-handed even as he scrambled up the internal ladder to the cockpit with the other. Ionic static from his arrival had severely disrupted local radio receivers, so he'd need to boost the sensor gain to track his allies, likely a mile or more distant already.<br/><br/>The titan's simple-minded computers obeyed, opening their 'eyes' across the entire electromagnetic spectrum and mutely filtering the vast influx of data to pinpoint the location of the other heroes. Another thunderous burst of displaced air and the machine vanished, to reappear a few hundred feet from Nox Noctis's sphere of darkness that hid nothing from his powerful sensor suite. Eddy slipped into his pilot's chair, neural connecting leads attached to input ports in his 'skull' and already settling into the two-fisted boxing stance favored by Edison himself when he drove his old machine.<br/><br/>If the Red Hunters had detected his transit and were scrambling a kill squad as they often did, his initial arrival at the bank would suffice to misdirect them. Hopefully, this business with Nox Noctis would be finished by the time the Martians regrouped, assuming they had deigned to come at all this time instead of being involved in their own factional squabbles.