Secondrate Heroes

Winchell smiled and bowed, "My pleasure. And I would be grateful for shelter, I've been out for about three days. And no end to the cronies."

Delta let much of the conversation pass by without his involvement, allowing the humans to communicate among themselves while he kept tabs on his dwindling power supply.

At the mention of potential violence, he finally chose to interrupt, "If I might, perhaps we should attempt to avoid this group? Admitted, they may wish violence upon you, but any form of conflict could lead to casualties...something best avoided under most, if not all circumstances..." he commented, his voice hinting at the nervousness he was hiding behind his metal visage.

"I concur with the tin can. We might want to escape while we have the chance." Winchell extended one of the tentacles again to 'look' around the corner again, keeping tabs on the baddies.

Grigori climbed after her and said "Roof hopping, my favorite pass-time"

Winchell watched her go, shrugging, he scaled the side of the building in one go using his arms to grab onto rough patches of the wall and made it to the roof.

Delta nodded once, "You three head up first, I will follow afterwards, just in case I'm too much for that ladder to handle," he commented, waiting patiently for the group to get moving.

Winchell tapped his foot patiently as he waited for them. He snaked the 'eye' arm to the edge of the building, whispering just loud enough for them to hear him, "Might want to pick up the pace, they're approaching the corner now."

Delta nodded once, already climbing up the ladder. A few rungs up, though, the frame beneath his metal boots started to creak loudly. Just as he made it up to the roof, he could faintly hear a male's voice call from the entrance to the alley he had just left.

"...-ere they are!" he heard the male below cry out.

Getting to his feet, he looked to the group, "Let's get moving before we get bullet wounds to worry about," he muttered, making a conscious effort not to reach for his pistol.

Delta nodded once, "Lead the way, miss. Changing to 'Acrobatics' setting...' he muttered, his hydraulics and circuits changing his internal limits from his power-save mode, to one that had a bit more strength and speed to it, his entire form going rigid for all of ten seconds.

"Lead the way." Two of his arms began to work on unscrewing the bolts that held the ladder that they had used to climb up here.

Finishing unscrewing the bolts, the ladder wouldn't give way, biting his tongue, he directed his arms to 'bite' into the concrete and tear it away from the wall creaking with the screams of their pursuers as they fell backwards.

Turning he followed Diana across the roofs, using his arms to aid in vaulting over the alleys.

Landing near to her, he looked back to watch his allies coming.

Delta watched the two take off, choosing to wait for Grigori to follow them before taking off as well.

Utilizing his hydraulics at their fullest strength, he took off in leaps and bounds over the obstacles the group had to vault or scale, clumsily and loudly landing on the concrete roofs just behind the rest.

Finally slowing to a halt next to the group, he quickly altered his settings, his battery getting concernedly low already. Delta looked to the female, "Have we arrived?" he asked neutrally.

((Wow, whole new page without me. Whatever))

Grigori was side by side with Hoodlum after being pulled up the ladder. When they got to the hideout he looked around and said "very nice. Better than the abandoned wine cellar I had to use in Russia"

Grigori sighed "no such luck"

Winchell chuckled, "Any place would be better than the places I've had to hide in."

Extending his arms behind him, he pretended to be sitting on a chair which was imitated by the arms.

Delta let the group continue to talk, whilst he continued to keep tabs on his dwindling power supply. "I may very well need to enter sleep mode soon, my reserves are running low and I'll want to have enough left over for me to move into UV light in the morning," he commented, sitting down by one of the walls with a *clank*.

"Security bots, unless their design has changed, require solar energy to run." Winchell said with his real arms crossed over his body.

He wished deep down that he were still at home, then a thought hit him, "I just realized, you know my name, but I don't know any of your's."

"Looking around, I would agree with that moniker. I would suppose my 'street name' would be Octo." Winchell adjusted himself so he was lying down in midair on top of his extra arms.

"Rasputin"

Delta raised one arm, his voice chiming in, "Delta, if it is of any concern."

Winchell nodded as he took in everyone's names. Descending to his feet, he looked up and down the central well to see the floors and nodded.

Looking over to Hoodlum and Rasputin, "How are your wounds feeling?"

Rasputin chuckled and said "well, since I can't feel my own skull anymore I'd say I'm pretty good"