Price responded to the message with ”I will be there in an hour. Nobody enters or leaves the facility until I get there.” After a hypersonic flight Victor seemingly appeared out of thin air in the Uther, the dark cloaked suit of armor both dignified and menacing at the same time as baleful green light peered out from beneath the hood from the utter darkness. Friday, put all other facilities on high alert, triple the security detail in every location and lock down the Estate. And please inform Mister Gibson that I will not be home for a few days. Walking into the vault, Price surveyed the damage and took stock of what was taken when he saw Dane, Price was pissed alright as he clenched his fist so hard the liquid metal groaned but he was not mad at Whitman.
Whoever did this was able to bypass my security system, if you hadn’t called me I would have likely not been aware of the theft until morning if not later. Thank you. The Manhattan facility housed a prototype Megazeta emitter but it wouldn’t do the thieves any good without components he kept in separate locations - Price didn’t keep all the parts of his nasty toys in one place, he wasn’t stupid. Opening his faceplate he took a deep breath and projected the image of the device from a hologram projector in his palm. “This is CALIBURN, a prototype Megazeta particle cannon I designed to crack large scale energy shields. You’ve seen what my suit can fire from the hands, imagine amplifying that firepower ten thousandfold and you have a general idea of what CALIBURN can do. I only stored the emitter here, the cannon housing, Mega-Cores and Macro Accelerator are all in different locations as a precaution. The emitter itself is harmless without enough Zeta particles but we need to get it back as soon as possible.”