"Hank, your escort is on the way. You have five minutes until it's here."
"Better come armed."
"We're here to get you out alive."
Several weapons pointed towards Hank as heavily armed people moved into formation. A mans voice raised, "Drop your weapons!"
Hank's helmet clicked and a visor covered the last bit of his face. Now fully covered in the suit, he was protected from most harm. His foot dug into the ground as he began to run forward. If it wasn't for the confidence he put into the suit, he would've taken this with extreme caution.