[center][b][u]Port District[/u][/b][/center]

Kiko frowned. This guy did seem pretty smart, since he made all these robots and stuff by himself, no less, but... there were a lot of researchers who were super smart, too! After all, there were all kinds of heroes who relied on science, including herself! That meant there had to be a lot of really smart researchers, didn't there? Kiko nodded firmly to herself. Besides, there was also the ultimate proof that there were a lot of smart people in science...

"Just because you're smart doesn't mean other people aren't!" she called to the supercriminal, "Researchers at the Kimura Institute made me! And onee-san! So there's no way they wouldn't be able to help you out!"

Even as she attempted to call to him, he was... running away? The robot girl adjusted her course to pursue him behind one of the many crates littering the port. At least, until she heard the rumbling and clanging from the now-abandoned submarine. Glancing back over, Kiko watched in surprise as an enormous robot erupted from the ship, and slammed right into the port. Too slowly she attempted to evade its aim, and the roar of bullets slammed into her. Thankfully, her synthetic skin and armor was designed to be incredibly resistant, and beneath at skin was a lightweight, yet strong alloy. However, the impact of the bullets all across her body was sharp and strong, and Kiko let out a yelp as she was knocked off-course and sent slamming into the ground, tumbling end over end.

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[center][b][u]Market District[/u][/b][/center]

Oh, why did she make the armor so hard to use with clothing? Well... of course she knew why, because in order for it to synch with her body using the components she had available, and for it to fit well, she had to, well... she packed up a bodysuit she'd made just for this purpose, but she had to find somewhere to put it on... and it was so hard to find somewhere to change! At least she had actually packed a change of clothing up that would work with the armor this time... really, she should have thought ahead and just worn the bodysuit under her clothes to start with... Reika finally found a spot to duck into, darting behind some cover and taking a deep breath. 

No body find her no body find her no body find her...

Meanwhile, the suit-wearing man looked between each other, surprised. Each was rather gruff-looking, save for one, who had rather slim, slighter features, like one would expect from some kind of heartthrob actor, and somewhat longer brown hair.

He sighed.

"Our cover's blown, boys," he said, simply. With that, he tore off his coat. The other men followed suit, but they didn't have any ordinary weapons under those jackets. Each one was clad in a heavy set of power armor, angular shapes concealing their bodies.

The man who'd spoken first grinned.

"Let's dance."

Speaking of power armor, Reika took several deep breaths. She'd managed to change without being spotted! There was just one more part remaining... stuffing her clothing in her bag, she rummaged through to get out the trigger...