Dispatcher: I was watching that, man.

Waterboy: Sorry!

Robert looks to Chase.

Robert: Looks like there's no wrong answer. 

Chase: Sometimes it's more about the person than the powers. And good thing, cause it's the only reason someone gave your sorry ass a job. 

He chuckles going back to his cubicle. 

Robert: Alright, it wasn't that funny. 

Minutes later.

Robert is in the mecha, pressing buttons and flicking switches. He then takes out the astral pulse to slide it canister that then goes into a slot. And at that point the whole suit slowly powers up more and more. 

Robert: Proto Pulse test seven. Test ready. How we looking out there? 

 How we looking out there? 

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Robert: You can talk. I can hear you. 

Royd: Oh we all good. All you, Mecha Man. 

Robert presses another button, and twists a lever.

Robert: System power, up. Simple locomotion...

The mecha moves an arm and moves his fingers. Royd monitors the ins and outs of the suit.

Robert: Now for simple locomotion.

The mech gets into a fighting stance. 

Royd: Levels are stable. We onto something, brah. This is it.

The mech does jumping jacks. 

Royd: Okay, we passed da P.E class.

Robert: My best subject. 

Suddenly the reading for the mecha go into the red as the mech sparks up before it falls over. Royd runs out to Robert as removes the astral pulse from the slot. The front of the mech opens up as Robert just lays there defeated. Royd has a fire extinguisher in his hands. 

Robert: Proto Pulse test seven. Failure.

Royd: No worries. We'll get der. 

Once the cockpit sparks up smoke, Robert coughs. Royd sprays the extinguisher on it. 

Soon later blueprints for the mech are placed on a table by Robert as he looks through them. 

Robert: Royd, what is all this stuff? 

Royd: Whole network expected me to process all dey confiscated stuffs. Cause we da bottom fo SDN, we catch all kine shit work brah. 

Suddenly Courtney appears with you. Robert turns around to see the new arrivals.

Robert: Huh. Didn't expect you to come all the way down here. 

Y/N: We already finished our initial patrol. There's nobody to toss in the slammer. Yet. 

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