With a suprizing speed and efficiency, the corporate soldiers ushered the pod inside the safety of Superiority Tower. The single fighter following, despite complaints from Traffic Controll lobbed a missile towards to roof and proceeded to try and escape atmo. The pilot, however, looked down in dismay as the spectacular fireball cleared to reveal a shimmering energy shield. The target was unharmed. The pilot, however, could not say the same thing. The instant the missile launched, lock-on warnings blazed all around him. The automated turrets of Superiority Tower woke in their cradles, made quick self-check runs, then turned and spat vengeance at the intruder. No less then 6 missiles screamed ahead, and deadly pulses of energy clove the sky in their eagerness to reach the interloper. To say the least, the unlucky pilot of the hit-craft never got a chance to scream before the weapons found him and tore him from the material plane. The people below knew nothing of the attack, for nothing of the hit-man remained; the ship was atomized. As for the turrets, they went back to sleep. Oddly enough, they did it seemingly with an air of exasperation that they had been woken up in the first place. It was hard to place emotions with machines, but there was just something about these; like a feeling.
The soldiers carrying the float-bed chuckled amongst them selfs for a bit before carrying on. It was stupid of that agent to try. Even the bums on the street could have told him that you didn't EVER mess with SiN Tech.
*****
Down an elevator and into a lush hallway, the 4 bruisers carried the bed. When they arrived at a big blue door marked;
'SURGICAL WARD'
'Authorized Personell Only'
they were met by a doctor. He was young, or appeared so, and he seemed friendly enough.
"Ah, good sir! I am your head surgeon, Dr.Vic. I trust you'll find our accommodations to be quite excellent, and our defense system up to any desired standards?"
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