The coding process hadn’t taken nearly as long as John had anticipated. In fact, it had gone so smoothly that he had time to move out towards this new ice villain’s lair with Orren. John went through a quick last minute system check. Once everything proved to be in working order, John began to put his Mark II armor on. The first thing Fallout noticed when the suit was in place was how much it weighed – The other suit had been considerably lighter. This suit was approximately one hundred and fifty pounds heavier than the original, and Fallout made sure to take note of this. He would be slower and less maneuverable in this armor. However, Fallout would be more protected from things such as gun fire and knives. He was far from invincible, but at least he could stay on the field a bit longer without putting the entire city at risk. After the armor was locked in place, Fallout had his suit decontaminated and he started off as fast as his heavy metal legs could carry him towards the car.

John hated riding in the car. The thing was built for people two feet shorter and two hundred pounds lighter. The ride was miserable, what with John having his mind coming up with the worst possible scenarios and the space being so cramped. But eventually they arrived on the scene of a grocery store, and Fallout was the first one to stumble out onto the street in the rush to escape the tiny box of a human car. Once he was sufficiently stretched out, John stomped over to his fellow Guild members. Thalesin’s plan seemed sound enough to John when he heard it.”Did anyone call the police? We should have a perimeter around the building, so he cannot escape when we move inside.”