NARRATOR: Meanwhile, at J.S.C. Seventh Redoubt...
building: *printed* R7
JSCR7
MAKO: *thought bubble* They're all boosted, trained, and on high alert.
*thought bubble* I'm outnumbered twelve to one, and I'm in a hurry.
*thought bubble* If the neophant or the vhorwed get their hands on me I'm in trouble.
*thought bubble* If the amorph gets a hold of me, I'm dead.
MAKO: *thought bubble* This is going to be difficult... but not impossible.
MAKO: *thought bubble* I'll reconfigure the super-Tater on my way over.
*thought bubble* Specs say I can carve this into some scary force multiplication.
MAKO: *thought bubble* On approach, I'll launch two scanners, followed by a dozen micro-missiles, one per target.
*thought bubble* Follow those up with a doppledrone and give anybody who survived the missiles an obvious target.
*thought bubble* I bust in on the opposite side, dust with flash-bangs, and then hose it all down with plasma.
*thought bubble* Set the Tater to deton—
GARCIA: *interrupting* There you are!
GARCIA: Inspecting it, eh? It's okay. You don't need to worry about your M3 exploding.
MAKO: I wasn—HEY!
VFX: SWIIIPE
cart: *printed* ARMOR
GARCIA: Mandatory recall, Libretti. The Armory is inspecting every last M3, and has already issued replacements. Here you go.
cart: *printed* ARM
GARCIA: Guaranteed clean. No explosions, just nice, non-lethal takedowns.
MAKO: Oh. Okay. Thank you, sir.
tag: *printed* NEW!
MAKO: *thought bubble* This operation just became significantly more difficult.
*thought bubble* But not impossible...