"Decent enough, they have a super as a guard, I have a feeling she would rather see ‘the guy that is hunting supers’, dead then stand trial. So answer me something, Why does the institute want to represent me? I basically stole the armor designs and power core blueprints when they let me go." Maddox turned his attention to all the papers that the lawyer had out on the table trying to see a pattern and see how the FSA even knew he was apart of some of these hits. He comes to a case that was dated 2 years ago April 23rd, and picked it out of the pile and handed it to the lawyer. "That one was not me, I was in the hospital that time 2 years ago with a really bad infection. you can pull my medical record" Maddox would say to the lawyer.

Kira was fast asleep when her brother, Sam, arrived. The nurse quietly explained her injuries to him in the doorway, speaking in a hushed voice so as to not disturb her. His relief was palpable when hearing that none of her injuries would have long term consequences other than scarring from the copious burns. The nurse brought some water for him and he sat down next to her bed, waiting for her to wake up. Soon enough he noticed the leaflets left by John Martins. The handler had been thoughtful enough to leave a more detailed version of what Sam had already been told about the encounter with Garrison. As he read he slowly but surely came around to the idea of Kira entering the program, once she was fully recovered of course. Naturally it would be totally up to her, and the requirements were quite demanding. She would have to maintain an average of a B grade at school, as well as begin an extra study program to do with hero work and also have to undergo significant physical training. If she wanted to do it, Sam was confident she would rise to the levels required.

When Kira eventually stirred, she immediately teared up as Sam came over to delicately hug her. She gripped him tightly, ignoring the discomfort it causes her burned skin.
“Sorry… again.” she whispered, her throat feeling constricted with emotion. Sam just squeezed her tighter, she knew he was saying it doesn’t matter. When they eventually let each other go he dragged a chair over to her bed and sat down next to her, holding her bandaged hands as she told him all about what happened. She vividly described how she noticed the disturbance on the street as she walked to the train station. How she couldn't move as Garrison ripped through the policemen and wrecked their cars. And finally how she snapped out of her daze and started using her powers to try to keep him back, but he kept coming towards her. Then, how she went beyond what she ever thought her power was capable of and unleashed a massive discharge, blasting Garrison back and immobilizing him. Sam listened intently, knitting his brows and gripping her hands even tighter as she described the immense pain as she let out the blasts, effectively breaking her own body to fight him, and again when she woke up in hospital before they drugged her up.

“John Martins said Garrison was a really powerful villain,” She said, starting to grin, “I don’t know how I stopped him.” She finished, brightly smiling from ear to ear despite her injuries.
“Speaking of that guy,” Sam said, picking up the leaflets he left, “Maybe you should have a look at this again?”
“Yeah, I think so too!”

"You clearly don't understand the principles of these three supers, however problematic they may be. The one you should be afraid of is that Lauri Törni but they aren't important. You will survive to see the light of day. I already pulled your medical records. The rest of these hits have extremely weak evidence and won't hold up in court. Did you really steal the plans or did the institute allow you to take them? Do you really know? As for my organization we prefer to keep our motives a secret but I can tell you that my superiors believe that our organization will benefit with your unique skill set." Mr. Wheeler states in a matter of fact way. Mr. Wheeler then proceeds to explain the defense plans he had laid out for Dominic involving a loophole involving Federal Super Agents and use of lethal force. By the time they are done a couple hours later it seemed that all bases had been covered. Maddox is escorted back to his cell.

In his cell Maddox sees Agent Thorne, Casey and Mongrel waiting for him with a team of technicians. It is quickly explained to him that he will be removed from his suit of power armor and they are there to ensure the safety of the of the technician teams. Agent Thorne almost pierces Maddox with his stare and for a second he seem to be the greatest threat. Casey would be clenching is ruined hand but the horror of its look would be shielded from Maddox's gaze by a black glove. Mongrel would seem almost the most human despite her strange build and four arms.

Maddox notices Agent Thorne's stare "What are you looking at? You want Casey to give me a power cell so we can go round 2?" The then turns to the teams of technicians, "What level of tooling do you have / cradle. This suit's control is tied into my neural implant and central nerves. If removal is not done correctly I could end up paralyzed. If you can take me to my lab or the institute lab under guard, my cradle can remove the armor safely." "all you need really is Mongerel, without my armor fully operational I don't stand a chance at escape" Maddox says as he turns to Casey.

"I will handle this, I know enough about cyber mechanics to handle this. Last thing we want is a lawsuit saying we paralyzed him." Casey orders to the technicians who obey his command. Casey leaves the room and in a few minutes his jet bike can be faintly heard starting up and its moan dissipates after a few seconds. As the technicians leave the room an FBI agent enters, whispers something to Thorne. The two FBI agents leave the room leaving Mongrel and two FBI agents alone with Maddox. Mongrel relaxes and leans against the wall next to the door effectively barring any escape attempt. After the door closes behind him Thorne could be faintly heard yelling at the other agent but no one in the room could make out anything. Mongrel didn't pay any attention to it but kept her relaxed focus of Maddox after all those were FBI problems and not a concern of hers. The two FBI agents seemed a little bit concerned but remained focused on their mission.

Maddox in his cell after finding out Casey will be the one stripping him of his damaged armor, would sit on the small small chair in the back corner in his cell looking at the cells entrance "So, I guess you heard a lot about my actions." Dominic says talking to Mongrel, "Guessing you did not expect this weak pathetic person who special powers come from just a black suit that is only half of my design." "The truth is it doesn't even know why i am still doing it, I started so long ago I don't even know if the super I am hunting is even alive anymore. I was too blinded by hate and anger to even see how many lives I have taken."

As morning came, Kenji woke up at the sounds of his family going through their morning routine. As usual they didn’t even try to be a bit quiet. A loud knock on his door. “Won’t you get up already?” His mother. She tried to keep her annoyance down. She was probably the only one in the family that sometimes tried to like him instead of just tolerating his existence. “I feel aweful, I am staying home.” Kenji’s voice sounded even more horrible then he would have thought. The footsteps moving away from his door proved that it was believable enough. A few moments later he could hear the grumbling voice of his father. Ken didn’t need to clearly hear it in order to know what was being said. Something about him being lazy and faking it. It wasn’t even a lie, he really did feel aweful. He nodded off again.
A few hours later he woke up for no particular reason. His body felt stiff and cold. He got up and was relieved to find the house to be completely empty. His mind felt as if he had a huge hangover and wasn’t yet able to formulate a complete thought. A shower would probably help. The water was icecold. Of course, his father had turned off the hot water because Ken was way too wasteful with this. Luckily he didn’t know that Ken knew where the switch was. He just had to remember to switch it back, always. So he pulled the switch and took a long hot shower. As he felt the stiffness of his body fade away, his mind also became clearer. Afterwards, he first put the switch back as to not forget this.
Back in his room, Kenji checked his phone. There was an email from the university. It was closed today and tomorrow because of the incident the day before. It also advised to stay away to those that wanted to come for self-study. He turned the phone off.
Finally he felt that he could think more reasonably again. The shock from the events the day before seemed to have sunk a little. Time to put everything in order. There was an explosion near his university with unknown background, motivation, and victims. Soon after that in his secret hideout/training ground there appeared a dangerous man. Although there was no proof that this man had a connection with the explosion there where strong implications for this. That man was without a doubt dangerous and ready to kill. And that man had already an injury. And he had seen Kenji’s power but most likely not his face. The fight with him was very dangerous and he could have died. Maybe he had killed him, even though he had vowed to only take the life of that one person and only if absolutely necessary. However, there was no choice in the matter yesterday. That was a real fight. His first real fight. And there was no proof that that man had died because of his actions. Heavily injured yes, but maybe not dead. Actually the real issue was that other person. The one that had come in at the end of the fight. Kenji had his face covered. But had he seen his power? The needles were about to dissolve when the door opened, so maybe not.
In conclusion, he had come out of the situation pretty well. The problem for the future was his mental abilities. How was he going to go through with finding the real culprit for the serial murder and putting them to justice if he would have a breakdown after every single serious fight? Was there a way to strengthen his resistance? Maybe watching violent uncensored movies and playing shooter games? No, those would be regarded evidence in case he would get caught. Then what about doing that at an internet cafe... Unlikely, those probably block such content and what if people remember him? He would have to think of a different way.
Kenji checked his calendar. Today was a safe day. The chance that today something would happen was very low. However, tomorrow was a red zone day. A very high chance. He would need to find a way to strengthen his mind fast. A loud growling sound from his stomach disturbed his deep thought. Indeed, it would be better to eat something first. A glance at the clock confirmed that it was already lunchtime.

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Casey rode his jet-bike through the city where the Black Bullet waited in a quiet slumber. His dinner waited for him packed in a Tupperware container as he enter on of the rail cars. He conversed with ASIS back and forth about everything had been happening even back to the conflict with the Lizardman. He was hardly consoled over his own failings of his standards, but ASIS tried to put a positive spin on things. The Maddox family murder case was still open and there were very few flying supers that matched the profile laid out in the reports from before. He would shift his attention to it when he had time. He gathered all the tools he would need and a folding bench that he could use to stabilize Maddox sufficiently for the operation. Casey looked into the display of his medals from his service in the army, Purple Heart, Silver Star and Medal of Honor. He broke his attention from his retirement display and grabbed the last item he needed for Maddox. He loaded his items into a compartment on his jet-bike and rode it back into the city arriving only about an hour after he had left.

He walked into the holding cell carrying a satchel of all of his supplies. He saw Mongrel silently standing guard and it seemed like she hadn't moved or said anything to Maddox during Casey's absence. Casey quickly set up for his operation on Maddox and quickly sanitized his medical equipment. He directed Maddox to lay down on the bench he had set up for him and directed him not to move or he would be sedated. Casey used his sensors to scan and analyze Maddox's Nanosuit. He knew exactly what to do and how to proceed. He called for two of the technicians to assist him as he put of some sterile gloves and he began without making small talk. Mongrel left the room without having said anything to Maddox in the past hour. She was met by agent Thorne who informed her what he had been yelling about almost an hour ago now.

Maddox would follow instruction and lay on the table only moving if instructed. When Casey begins the Operation his sensors picks up the Neural connection between Maddox and the suits main processor as well as the redundant back up systems still fully functional including a back up power supply that Maddox could of activated at any time. As the operation continues Casey finds the suits hidden assembly points as well as more damage that is not recognized by being from Thorne or Casey during there short battle, Maddox must of been involved in other short encounters before he met Casey and Thorne in the warehouse. Casey also detects a small data storage device and if scanned shows some interesting scan results and other data from when Maddox was investing the blood samples and other residue in the warehouse before the confrontation.