[i] "Anyone else who's coming better get their ass in this fucking car like yesterday!" [/i] Ichor yelled through the comms. 

“Message received, ETA 5 minutes.” Sarthis replied. “DoT find me a route to the garage and send it to my armor.”

“Yes sir.” 

Sarthis dove into his crates pulling open the ones containing his armor as quickly as possible, cursing the absence of his armor application alcove. He struggled into the armor, sure each section would automatically attach to the adjacent sections but the sections were heavy and the suit was only meant to be applied manually in emergency situations. This resulted in several rather painful pinches from the armor manually adjusting itself. Lastly he donned the helmet, once it was attached startup protocols began scrolling across the HUD (Heads-Up Display).
[i]MK IV Modular Assault Armor Status: Online
Shield Status: Online[/i]

A low hum emanated from the armor as the shield emitters powered up. Creating a slight shimmer in the air that ceased once the field stabilized.

[i]WARNING!
~No Battle Net connecting detected.
~No Combat AI present.
~Armor will not function at peak performance. [/i]

“Warnings received.” The warning messages vanished from the HUD at Sarthis’ words.

Next he opened one of the weapons crates, this one contained one of his few less-than-lethal weapons. The large rifle magnetically accelerated sub-sonic smart ammunition that would track its target and, on impact, deliver a paralyzing blast of electricity. The ammunition was capable of being dumb-fired if getting a target lock was impossible. 

“DoT, transfer yourself to the armor.” A download bar appeared on the HUD for only a few seconds before it was complete. “Give me a route to the garage.” A glowing blue line appeared on the HUD that ran along the ground and out into the hall.

Sarthis was about to follow it but stopped mid step. He knew it wasn’t really allowed but he just didn’t feel comfortable without it. He returned to the crates, opening one of the smaller ones and removed his sidearm. It fired concentrated pulses of plasma that were capable of incinerating soft targets or melting armor. He attached it to the mag-plate on his right thigh. Hoping he wouldn’t have to use it.

He made his way to the garage following the overlay in his HUD. Once there he spotted the car with people in it. He opened the door to the back of the vehicle. He recognized the mind reader from earlier and saw Ichor behind the steering wheel. He sat in the somewhat cramped vehicle. “So, who’s the target?”