Right as he touches down, another bullet whizzes by and rips through his parachute. Detlas snarled at his poor aim and the rifle spit the empty casing out the side.
Metaform groaned, taking off his construction helmet and beginning to worm his way through a ventilation tube for the Hero Factory, some distance from the factory itself.
Armageddon hopped off the backside of the building he was on, splintering the ground beneath him. He began making his way towards the less populated areas to make a long loop towards where Metaform was entering.
Scanner drops to the ceiling floor immediately and covers his head. He reaches for his radio. “I’m under fire! Someone take their eyes off me so I can get some clear shots!”
The civilian looked up in terror at Dynamo, which quickly turned into hope at the sight of the H on his chest. “I thought I was done for.” He said as he shakily crawled out of the rubble. “Thank Makuro you’re here.”
It took some time for Metaform to work his way through the ventilation system and into the grandiose chamber where Mr. Makuro stood. The ancient figure seemed to notice the alien-like creature’s presence, and snapped his head towards him.
“Get out.” He sternly said. “Now.”
“Mm, no.” Metaform mused, digging through his components. “Not until I deliver my message. Ah, here it is.” He pulled a piece of metal out from his system and glanced over some writing on it. “There-is-no-chance-to- oh right, duh. There is no chance to escape Armageddon, Makuro.” He grinned, clearly nervous but trying to appear imposing. “Open the factory up to public tours or face the storm head on.”
“What?” Makuro stared furiously, as if Metaform was mad. “You have two seconds to leave.”
“Fine, don’t mind me.” He began retracting himself through the vent. “Not like you’d want to avoid a virus.”
Makuro glared angrily at him until he had departed. Musing over it for a few seconds, he pressed an alarm. “Secure the outer perimeter at once. We have an intruder.”
Bracer new that there was no one he could take out a sniper at this range, especially with his short ranged rifle. Instead he scanned the area fro any civilians in peril.
Most of the civilians appeared to have dodged most of the debris, or were being escorted by the now recovered rookies. Now that the heroes on the rooftops had grabbed Detlas’ attention, they were free to - quickly - move the civilians to rescue.
Skewer growled something into her headset. An alert had just gone off, and she was demanding it be ignored by security staff so they could get the remaining rookies and civilians out of the area.
Detlas readjusted himself and stared down the scope of his sniper rifle. Once again he made himself visible, floating in between two buildings as his bead danced across the area, looking for where to stick.
There were a few dead heroes strewn about, all of them rookies who had been present for the ceremony. Mot of the rookies were still alive, however, and conduction safety protocols very poorly.
Thanks to her position, Skewer had already directed most of the civilians to safety, and the ones that were under rubble were in no great harm. But a red bead danced over Bracer’s eyes. He had been spotted.
After looking around to make sure nobody was looking, Bracer ached a clawed hand up to the dead rookies chest, and ripped his hero core at, stashing it in a pocket inside his coat.
The civilian accepted his hand, suddenly conscious of the armed threat flying about nearby.
@Distraxx
Umbra’s search was in vain; Skewer had directed the rest to safety.
@Samtastictogo
Her eyes had traveled up to the building where Scanner was. “Rookie,” She ordered through the communicator, breaking in upon the relative silence he was in. “I need you to get that yellow rustbolt’s attention - if you don’t have the option of taking him out of the sky!”