"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.
However, this place, the suit, the supposed Horizon's Origin, all of it had driven Hank into a corner. No longer was this simple assassinations. This was something beyond his ability to grasp. Moreover, they went after Corolla. The very person who extended a hand to help as he lingered between life and death. Who hadn't cared for his background, and only his ability. The one person he had sworn to protect until his final breath!
