"I'm fucked," Artyem thought as he saw the 4 mercenaries pushing through the crowd, "My armor's still down, and i have 4 well-armed and shielded mercs after me." He continued to bound down the streets, before turning a right into an alley. Running was easy for him, fue to the extensive cyberfication of his body, but running at a full sprint for nearly 2 hours was tiring. His armor's reactor had booted up, but only his shield had was active and so he kept running. Of course, it only got worse when the two APCs pulled up 200 feet in front of him. Cursing his luck, Artyem accelerated to nearly 40 miles per hour, and began focusing his shield around his fist. As he approached the APCs, he quickly wound up, and uppercutted the APC on his right side, sending it flying up in the air 10ft, and back another 5ft. But now his shield was overloaded, and his arm had locked up to allow for self repair. Of course this barely mattered compared to the pain Artyem was feeling in his right arm, which threatened to black him out. The mercs were beginning to come out of the APC the was not capsized. Artyem pushed of from the ground, shoulder checking the man in the neck, killing him instantly.
In response ot the comrade falling, the remaining 7 mercenaries pulled out shock batons and circled the cyborg warily. Seeing no other alternative, Artyem pulled out his last flash bang, and threw at his feet. His cybernetics protected him from the worst of it, but he was still slightly dazed. Nonetheless, he charged the mercenary in front of him, and grabbing the man's arm, body slammed him into the ground breaking the man's shoulder in the process. Retrieving the dropped baton from the side of the screaming, he spun to the next mercenary, who was just recovering and slammed the baton through his faceplate, into the man's eye. The mercenary fell to the ground, convulsing long past his heart stopped. "Five left," Artyem thought, "and in hand to hand combat with me. Sucks to be them." His right arm dangling at his side, Artyem charged the merc across from him, jumping and dropped kick the merc in the chest, sending him into the punched APC, who's door was blocked by the wall of the building they were leaning against. The remaining 4 mercenaries all converged at Artyem while he was down, jamming their shock batons at the cyborg. Artyem managed to grab one of the merc's arms, crushing it, before he was jolted by three batons. Writhing in pain as the mercs dug the batons deeper, the cyborg lashed out with his leg catching another merc in the chin, and beheading the man. The last two mercenaries backed away in fear as Artyem pushed himself up to his knees, and attempted to stand. However, at this point, three of the original mercenaries came bounding and began throwing stun grenades at the cyborg, keeping him down.
Artyem looked up at his captors, and he paled at the sight. The mountain of a man, taller than even James and with a square jowl that was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Shocked, Artyem whisperes, "Hector?" to which the larger man began chortling before he jammed a needle into the cyborg's neck, and injecting a virus into the cyborg's systems. As the virus began shutting down Artyem's cybernetics, he wondered at how is friend had changed from a five foot six private, to the monster in front of him. The last hing he saw before his eyes shut down was a flight suit landing beside Hector, the two figures conversing, and Hector slapping the woman, after that his eyesight began flickering, before cutting out completely. Waking up later, still blind, he heard the familiar sound of mechanical servos taking removing his limbs from his body and going by the breeze he felt in his sockets, they had removed the implants in there to. He could also hear the sound of a large reactor, humming in the background, and the strange gravity field associated with new ships. Deducing that he was on a ship, Artyem sighed, and waited for his old friend to return.