The suit shone beautifully, like a gem out of an ordinary mine. Something that no one should think exists, not in this ragged place. Shinobi grabbed a long, black jumpsuit out of a nearby chest of drawers, putting it on and zipping the back. It was a tight fit, but it had to be for the "biosuit" to work properly. It was the reason he was the way he was, this majestic piece of machinery. If the people of New Tokyo, or even the world, knew about their potential then the man would be in chains in a day. It wasn't too hard to keep these hidden; reverse psychology. Why would a weapon-ised, disabled and radiated man live in such a dirty, filthy and built-up area? 
The suit fit perfectly, just like it usually does. It was hand-tailored to him and only him, made to adjust to his many disabilities and prosthetic limbs. His spine snapped, using an ingenious technique to bypass it and still be able to use his legs. This suit, [i]Sicarius[/i], was made to be the fastest and nimblest exoskeleton in the world. The gang that commanded his every move and engineered these awesome suits were a mystery to him, but before they were seperated, he was told of his goal. Begin a revolution. Restore the peoples' power. Show the world that the media is taunting us, the government dictating us, and how [b]they[/b] are wrong. That was his mission. And why would he disobey the people who not only saved his life, but improved it?

After 5 minutes of clipping and reinforcing every individual plate and piece onto his body, Shinobi felt strong and powerful again. The power he had lost in the horrible nuclear accident felt like it was back. He felt like he could jump across the skyscrapers. And as he opened the rooftop door, Shinobi saw his goal; the Mahogany Tower. A strange little accident-of-a-skyscraper, engineered by the Germans to serve as a civil place of politics and diplomacy. But this was Japan, and after that war, no such thing was going to return. Unless Karagin got his way. It was easily half a mile away, but it wasn't far. No, not in the [i]Sicarius[/i] suit. Tensing his muscles, Shinobi dashed from the door on the rooftop to the edge. The pistons and mechanics inside him and the suit working in overdrive, he was about to pull almost an inhuman feet. The energy was transmitted, and leaping, he soared across the sky. The skyscraper beneath his feet was gone, and instead replaced by another about 30 metres away. He rolled before picking up even more speed, reaching 20mph, scaling across another skyscraper at incredible speeds. 
Inside his helmet, Shinobi's eyes flickered over a dizzy HUD.

"25mph, keep it tight, man. Keep it tight." 

Jumping again, this time the skyscraper he aimed for was higher than he could reach. Instead he did something that most people would think was a bit dangerous; smashing through a glass window into a populated office. No matter, though the man. Who would stand in the way of a 6''8 "robot" approaching 40 mph? He was right. Everybody just screamed and stared in awe as he sprinted from one side of the office block to the other, destroyed the glass window and landing on a less elevated skyscraper. After scaling a few more towering buildings, the building came into proper view. Construction workers and the lot were evacuating, afraid the building would soon collapse after the explosion. It seemed Shinobi was going to take the chance. However, the Mahogany building was far taller than any other surrounding skyscraper, to show its power and dominance over the lesser people. It seemed that plan failed, though. Now it was crumbling.

A crane was situated just perfectly where they were unloading new bricks and glass panels to a new floor. It was almost too convenient.Although Shinobi could jump high, he couldn't jump 200 metres in the air. Instead when he leaped, a grappling hook extended from his arm, reaching the tip of the crane just as he leaped. The silvery metal-clad man swung around the side of the building, gaining height fast. Not letting go of his grappling hook, he darted across the vertical wall with his spiky soles, going completely behind the building and the crane. With the grappling hook pushed to its limits, he leaped off the wall of the building, still holding onto the hook. Feeling the wind rush past his neck was exhilarating, like he was flying. Incredible. The rope stretched as he arced with the rope, causing the downwards energy he was falling at to channel right back into upwards momentum, sending him rocketing to the top floor. 

Like a feather, his feet touched the solid ground (for now) of the Mahogany Tower. And there laid the crater, with two mutilated bodies and a camera waiting to be examined.