57 stood in the centre of a circle of corpses. The bodies of those that would have stood against the arm of Helios lay around him, their deaths brought about by their own ignorance and hate. Their skulls would pave the way to a better future for mankind, a world in which violence wasn't necessary, and people like 57 didn't exist. Looking down at his handiwork, the slaughter of five men, two women, and one child, the bionic weapon felt not a shred of remorse, only happiness that he had once again served the common good. While he had quickly dispatched of the meta - minor level pyrokinesis - the others had had plenty of time to speak before they had died, and with their last words they, too, served the greater good.

No longer bothered with stealth, 57 sent automated instructions to the security drone high overhead. It would move down and collect the bodies, the meta would serve as another research subject for the great Helios lab-systems. The others would be turned to fertilizer, their very flesh serving to feed those they themselves had sought to endanger. In the end, willing or not, all fools would find themselves in the service of good, guided by the loving hands of Helios.

Walking through the streets, 57 opened a private communications channel to Aetius. 'I found a sparrow. Requesting permission to deploy and annihilate.' the sparrow, of course, was not really a sparrow. the intel he had received pointed towards a particular prominent base of operations from the Metahuman Revolution. Opening a secure comm link to Arcanus and Tyler, he was already planning a battle strategy. 'I got confirmation of Tyler's intel of a base nearby. Arcanus, deploy my suit, and prepare drones for stealth bombardment.' Arcanus would know what drones would be most appropriate for the task at hand, there was a reason he was in charge of them after all. And giving orders to Tyler was pointless, ever since reaching equal rank with 57, he had been impossible to control. Then again, there was no denying that he was good at what he did.

Moving into the Helios base, where he knew both Tyler and Arcanus would gather, he raised one hand. Instantly, every soldier in the hall saluted, as was proper protocol when a high-ranking officer entered the area. Whilst other officers might discard such protocol, 57 was one to stick to the rules, and he enforced protocol strictly. He had also heard something rather interesting, however. Once more he opened the secure com to Aetius, mere seconds after the first burst of communication and before the leader had had time to respond. 'There appears to be a bounty hunter here to see you. She's clearly a skilled warrior. Is she confirmed to be here?' The unspoken implication was clear to any familiar with 57's modus operandi. If she had no reason to be here, he would have her killed right here, right now.

If Aqua were to turn around, she would be faced with a rather intimidating sight to match the disciplined, deep voice. Standing at almost 2 meters tall, 57 cut an imposing figure, every inch of him covered in muscle. His onyx-black skin made the charred skin on his cheek nearly invisible, but only served to accent the grey body suit he was wearing, and the blood splattered on it. Two bright red eyes looked down on the figure, ready to react to any offensive move or word, and eliminate her with extreme prejudice.