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Noah shook his head, moving his arm up and down as he started to get feeling in his body again. He didn't thank her again because he sort of felt as if apologizing or thanking someone too much was annoying. "The power grid was shut down which enabled temporary air transportation. At the same time, the orbital guns were actually re-programed by someone within the SRC facilities." He didn't give out a name because he didn't want to give out too much information. His glance then turned to Maine. They needed a plan, and fast.

Isolde Callaway
Isolde smirked at Maine "So the big bad SRC rough necks have been reduced to hunting common street slime. Awwwe poor baby." She cooed at him sarcastically. This was hilarious to her. If Maine was the top man the SRC left behind she could understand why he was considered expendable.

"Titan, you and I both know that the orbital guns weren't reprogrammed. You and I also both know that this planet isn't worth an AA grid. It's barely worth the orbital array." The droning monotone of Manus' voice has a mocking quality added to it.

Isolde Callaway
Isolde looked up at him "I would try the industrial zones, most survivors holed up there. If this bandit as you say is a mechanic I would suggest you look there, also shouldn't your drones still have infra red. The factories are mostly down and the people who have turned to shamblers wont give off much residual. Could you not locate 'Frankenstein' that way." Isolde said as she looked up at the remaining wall cameras. This revisiting of the AI was unwelcome she had always found his voice annoying. She wondered where the farm boy was, she had not heard from him lately, he must of been having fun in the basement.

Isolde Callaway
Isolde smirked then chimed in with her wrist communicator. "we have guests please come up here. Looks like the SRC still has a few death shakes left, and one of them is one the mend. Looks like they met the colossus also. They are also looking for someone called 'Frankenstein'" This was an odd day. She hated to imagine what would become of her lab if they should decided to visit on the same day.

"You always did have a soft-spot for our squishy makers. Too bad SRC doesn't. Their more than happy to sit back and let us suffer think-death for this little impromptu mycology experiment." The usual monotone broke slightly and let a little bitterness and resentment through.

Isolde hears droning in her headset from a familiar voice. "Dr. Callaway, it is my suggestion that you excuse yourself to the basement. It is about to become very loud upstairs."

"Copy that.." Noah slowly stood up. Though his body wasn't at 100%, the nanobots were doing their job, he was able to stand, and walk.. Though it was still painful, even with the painkillers. He began limping towards his armor to avoid full ground contact on his leg that was still healing. Slowly beginning to equip and adjust the armor back onto himself. He then began to limp towards his weapons, adjusting them onto their holsters before looking at Maine. He didn't want to hold Maine back.. Right now, he couldn't move anywhere near fast enough to avoid anything if things got bad. He would just have to hope that he could hold out until the nanobots finished repairing his injuries. "If it gets too bad.. Leave me.." He said as he slowly limped to Maine.

Isolde Callaway
Isolde walked close to Danny and put her hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "My guardian angel says we should move off." Then she took a step back and turned to face the two SRC boys. These two had the little soldier boys had a run in with our man in the can, that visited us. And now it seems they are looking for a man called Mr. Nelson or Frankenstein." She said trying to sound helpful.