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[nation_cults]

They found what was left of Noah, but not the files or the activists. That means that they're still out there. Someone or something is shielding them. The orders came from higher up - cut off the methods of escape of those who could use the files

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[heart_of_steele]

Cliff's home was modest, truthfully. Just a little apartment in Pittsburgh, really. It wasn't much... but a man, even a man who's little more than a brain in a tin plated shell, well, a man's home is his castle.

"You lot have five seconds to explain yerselves before I kick yer asses from here to Jersey."

[nation_cults]

There are five of them. They look like a SWAT team. Two women and three men - high-end body armor, high end boomsticks. All but their leader are masked, and he's wearing mirrorshades and a smirk straight out of Agent Smith.

"Mr. Steele, our employer states you've outlived your usefulness. Nothing personal."

He raises his gun, which is crackling with ion energy - just as effective to his robot body as bullets would be to an organic.

[heart_of_steele]

"Look, Jack," Cliff said, "I been threatened by everything from evil monkeys to an evil shade of the color blue. Comin' in here and pointing yer popgun at me don't scare me none."

In one smooth motion, he grabbed the oak table in front of him and hurled at them like a missile.

[nation_cults]

They scatter and start firing. The table turns to splinters, and the TV (previously set to the ballgame) has now been obliterated.