Victor Stone had resigned himself to the fact that he was completely alone in the world. He had comrades, but they were completely organic. He had people he'd consider calling 'friend', but they were organic as well. They had secret identities. They...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The Watchtower had been feeling incredibly crowded of late... not that it wasn't already. In particular, Cyborg thought there was always one person too many in there with them. That person was currently fixing the damage done to her metal suit.
Cyborg, despite his lack of stealth skills, attempted to pass by the hanger where she was working without getting caught... He wasn't in any mood to engage in casual conversation. As expect, he failed.
"Model Atlas is almost at fully functional capacity now, Victor." Reid said without even needing to glance in his direction.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that, Reid." Cyborg hissed, metal heels clunking to a stop.
"And I thought I told you to start calling me Harper." She said, still tweaking some of the systems on the hulking suit. "I'll need a hand to transfer my other assets from the Group 6 hangar."
Victor knew of course that she referred to his ability to open boom tubes...and as much as he wanted to say no, even he wasn't that unreasonable. Transporting stuff to an orbital space station costs hundreds of thousands of dollars...if you're not the Justice League. "Give me the coordinates."
As if she'd already expected his co-operation, she halted working on her suit for long enough to saunter over to him. She then reached into her pocket to grab hold of a small piece of paper and handed it to him. "Thanks."
"Let's just get this over with." Cyborg grunted lowly. He simply scanned the sheet with his sensors and a boom tube popped into existence behind Harper.
Harper trailed into the portal and remained out of sight for several minutes. She came back through...followed by half a dozen robotic suits varying in size and shape. One was more of a vehicle than a suit; it had twin rotary propellers and space for two to ride on the outer hull. Apart from that, it was a multi-purpose fleet of armour controlled by her mind.
Once all of the models were clear of the portal, Victor shut it down and it fizzled out instantly. He resorted to eyeing out the hardware that Harper was now inspecting. "These things are all neurally controlled...?" He muttered.
"Yeah. Took me a while to lessen the mental strain...still can't control more than two in a combat op." She explained casually, fiddling with several panels on one of the larger models.
Instead of offering to help Harper with simplifying her firmware in order to more efficiently distribute the neural load, Victor asked "Is that all you needed?"
She finally looked into Victor's eyes and nodded. "Yes... Thank you." Harper said sincerely.
Cyborg, with the false hope that this would be the end of their interaction for the day, turned to make his leave. It wasn't long before he reached the exit when he heard the woman call out to him again.
