Edging Out

He watched his steps, zooming past the robots blocking his way with their bullets and their large size as he stormed into the sea. His monitor struggling to adjust it's surroundings as he plummeted deeper, hardly a worry unlike the deafening alarms that were somehow immediately set off as he spots the machine directly ahead of him. A armored submarine he immediately remembered from the recent conflict, the Zwangsläufig. Still with it's faded Sector B logo and it's mundane blue utilitarian colours with stupid red highlights, as if it could hide properly in the depths of the sea with it's mono-eyed red glow illuminating underwater. Underneath its' 'fins' were what seemed like two torpedoes, each of them with a logo of radioactivity. The weapons they were referring to.

He looks up, watching as he sees lasers forming in all directions. Bobbing and weaving erratically, muddling his vision with bubbles as he grunted at the sounds of crazy beeping as he carefully dodge the lasers which made his window of view filled with a red glow.

"Release that thing!" The captain mumbles to the junior, attempting to overpower the loud classic jazz that played in full blast, muddling his thoughts as he feels the buttons with his warm moist palms, immediately launching the torpedoes, aiming straight at the now dilapidated building as it kicked up a huge cloud of sand. Horrifying Leroy as he jumps ahead, floating above their cockpit and quickly grabbing the nukes as his jet boosters wavered. Watching frantically as his two arms extend itself out like large gloves, tracking it's every move with it's rope tangling behind. His sweat building up at it's movement and his mathematical guess. Successfully trapping the torpedoes in one grab, still tracking it's target with it's rockets extremely annoyed, slowly pulling him away from the machine beneath him as the rockets struggled to counter it's power.

"Damn you, you seriously think that as part of The Light of Men, you are a god? Well dodge this!"

In the cockpit, he felt what seemed like the captain and his frustration. The jazz still echoing hard, hiding their retaliatory response. Instantly feeling the suit being distorted. His graphics going haywire with his boosters failing one by one, losing grip by the second as he looks behind, seeing the hunk of metal losing grip from the robot's grasp.

"Hanson! Hanson! I sent you the coordinates! Quickly shoot the black bullet!"

He quickly sends out his distress call, each second losing in terms of grip as he struggled for boost. He couldn't hold back any longer. Knowing that the sniper rifle he held was a 3 gauge capable of shooting down enemy aircraft in one shot. He looks towards where he had landed, hoping for an answer. But he couldn't hear a response.

"Did Hanson not hear him?" He thought to himself, clenching his fists hiding amongst the armoured shell. realising that the audio had been compromised. He was on his own. He quickly pulls a switch behind him, unloading what seemed like a large backpack as it float towards the 'sea men'. Completely laughing themselves off at his saddening sight as the Junior slowly realised the backpacks contents.

"You got to be kidding me!"

They watch in horror, feeling the rush of burning heat and glass as it exploded in front of their faces with the damaged machine bobbing downwards. The double glazed windshield shattering on impact as the jazz dissipated beneath to earth with their agony. Crushing half of the machine into a poor looking shoe. He looks back, thrown of his positions with the torpedoes barely in his hands, realising their lack of training as he hears bullets attempting to shoot him from above. His machine was terrible condition however, the hack had taken it's toll with his trousers becoming wet by the minute. His entire interface screamed red with the struggle getting the torpedoes back into his palm straining the still twirling ropes. He doesn't even now the state of his colleagues still in pain from his death.

He looks ahead, seeing the torpedoes now slipping from his palms. Hardly in contact with it's fins. He gulped, quickly nudging his wrists as a screwdriver under the hand's palms revealed itself. Twirling in unison as the lid was simultaneously removed which reveal a large amounts of wires. He nudged his wrist again, revealing a scissors parked next to his screwdriver. It was a painful means of movement. Stiff to the control as his wrist twisted to near unnatural angles. Hardly allowing him concentrated on cutting the right wire as he feels the gushing of water in his pants. He could only pray, diving through the bubbles in search of the wires as he ignored the countless amounts of led attempting to shoot at the white smog, only to fall down into the waters a broken wreck. He painfully watched, cutting the brown wire with haste as the torpedo's will to live another day had sufficed. It was done. He breathes a sigh of relief. Panting hard from his work as he radios into his fizzing equipment.

"Hanson you there?"

He hears a fumble fizz as he hears the tired man respond hastily, shuffling in annoyance to the skin and moving about what seemed like trees. The leaves scuffling under his feet as he fires, taking down what seemed like a Port o, falling down into earths arms as it implodes on itself, tainting the waters with blood and oil, polluting the crystal clean waters with a spice of conflict.

"Yes, attempting to shoot them down, though I won't be as accurate as One-Shot Man..."

He grunted, hearing what he would probably be saying to him in regards to his terrible accuracy. Looking behind as he was standing there, slouching and relaxing in his rather plastic looking utilitarian bomber jacket and his stupid grey cotton beanie.

"If it was me, I would had shot them down in one shot!"

The stupid smug brat. He shook his head, mocking him in a German accent silently with his mobile device, now held by his side as he sees police officers swarming their previous location. Unwelcoming, yelling for his appearance. Urging his senses to radio Leroy once again.

"Is it done? All of the machines are shot down and I'm out of rounds!"

He listens carefully as he hears a silence echoing through the jitters and nudging of the scissors. The loud muffled noise of the torpedo attempting to get away now silenced into a loud hum. He jump in tired delight, water seemingly sloshing about his suit as he hears himself rise up to the surface, asking on the now clear radio frequency, panting with the water drained from his suit with himself lying upside like a pancake.

"Done! The torpedoes shouldn't be able to ignite radioactivity now. Status on the rest?"

"Not done with business!" Ambar answers, absolutely sick of his betrayers as his robots followed behind him, firing simultaneously at the group as Julie burns the bullets to a standstill, Sylvie unable to break through either with the lashing of sticks burning into ashes at the intense heat surrounding the now destroyed remains of the oriental temple. Each attempting to fight back broke it's remains further as they made it into a helicopter, it's blades twirling as Sylvie began to rush recklessly into the flames.

"ASHLYN NO."

She attempts to further into the flames, but she couldn't feel any movement in her arms or legs. She couldn't even speak at all, every word now heeded into the wind. She could only fume. She is back.

"We are going to have a talk after this!"

She told her angrily, speaking out loud to a confused Julie and Ambar as she moves further away, attacking the helicopter leaving at full speed with a horde of sticks. But even that wasn't enough to stop the hall of flames. Burning them like a large bonfire, and through the smoke vanished. Ambar looked up to the air, spotting her joining up with the buyer, climbing back on board via the landing skits. He wished he would know the reason why they betrayed him. Not a word was even spoken earlier as he fought his way to the top. But even then he had to calm and collect his losses. Max, his colleague, was dead and the documents are gone. Many more tourists and civilians may be possibly killed in the crossfire but even he doesn't know where they are.

He breathes a sigh of sadness as he scurried, angling a portable weapon which revealed itself to be a large rifle as he shot one last defiant shot, it's bullet flying up into the air as it splintered into several red flashing dots, each going randomly as he spots one striking the helicopter silently. Completely useless in taking it down as it vanished into the skies without consequences.

"At least the tracker is on..."

He shook his head, patting Sylvie's shoulders, carefully not to let her touch his burnt up sleeve, still upset at his failure as he gestured her to get down into the lots.

"We must go. This building cannot hold itself for long!"

They quickly stormed down into the lots, their legs nearly giving way attempting to avoid the debris covering the hallways and sidewalks amongst piles of dead bodies of unfortunate tourists and henchmen bleeding out from their injuries. The only ones staying at the site permanently. Each step, they felt the the building's foundations failing with it's twisting metal and creaking wood, adding up their haste to escape. His robots, still following him rushed to slide in his large backpack. Each extra weight slowing his progress to a crawl as moisture dampened his suit. Below, they spot Shao Lin, extremely upset with Max carefully brought up by her arms. Another friend, lost.

"Lets go."

Sylvie calmed her down, attempting to pat her shoulder despite knowing her feelings at the moment. Watching solemnly with him brought to the bucket seat with his eyelids closed silently and gently as she pat his head. Silently whispering as she became teary-eyed at the pale eyes.

"Get some rest."

They quickly jumped into their vehicles scrambling their way out, swerving out of harms way as torrents of water flood in, crashing through the glass doors and seeping large amounts of water into what little remained along with the terror that had happened that night. Watching the sun rise once again with the noise of booing onlookers.Some completely oblivious as to what had happened while others only glad to see them 'save' the day. But even they weren't a problem compared to the tumultuous numbers of police officers and enforcers from The Light of Men awaiting their grim news, watching unamused as their rides lead out from the large speed hump and skidded to a halt.

With a solemn look behind, he watches the the Casino one last time, each lamp tower collapsing in on itself with the waters struggling to enter the now vacant place. Filling up whatever little remained. He looks down, cosigning them with their newfound failure amidst all the paperwork and appeasing that now had to be done.

"So much losses..."