Gene's rescue had happened almost too quickly for him to process. All Gene understood was that something unbelievably loud had burst into the room, ruined the equipment, killed the guards, and disappeared. All that was left was an armored, evidently friendly, soldier wearing very obvious religious paraphernalia. Gene graciously took Antonio's hand, and rose to his feet. The hard, angelic material of Gene's right hand sparked with residual energy, grounding itself in Antonio's hand.

"[color=goldenrod]Thanks for saving me back there, dude.[/color]" Gene said. "[color=goldenrod]This damn arm has been nothing but trouble for me![/color]" Gene flexed his God Hand irritably, allowing it to shine in the dull light of the fluorescent bulbs above.

"[color=goldenrod]So, why are [i]you[/i] here, anyway?[/color]"