The massive Frame was well-hidden in the trees, safe from spying eyes and just within the jammer's range. "Mark 58 degrees to the right." The bearded man commanded as a blip showed up on the HUD. Using the Ryder's Comm. Stick, James Lyhall, the Ryder turned the Gunman's head to the right. Atenos, the Gunman was called. As the target came in sight, a red crosshair appeared on the view screen. The Tyrant Frame had been marked. Reaching up through a tube, James pulled down a Viewpad and aligning it with his right eye, looked through it. "Move to Review." He commanded yet again. Almost instantly, a chamber in the Control Panel slid out with a TouchDome on it. James placed his hand on it and moved it right. The Railgun over Atenos' head moved to follow the TD's movements slowly aligning itself with the unsuspecting target. On the ViewPad, a green crosshair had now replaced the red one. "Railgun ready...!" "Firing in... 3" "2..." In the distance, the Tyrant Trap Frame analyzed its surroundings. It's Ryder feverishly moved his fingers on the Control Panel while keeping a watch on the Scanner for any RYDE units in the area. "Area is clear. Moving to scout", he spoke into the transponder. The young Ryder had barely moved his hand when an ear-splitting whistle caused him to jerk back. The shrill piercing whistle kept increasing till it reached a deafening pitch. All of a sudden, the light armored Tyrant Frame was ripped apart by an Arganium shell whistling past at Mach 7. "Owned." James smiled as five to six red blips immediately appeared on the HUD's edge making for Atenos. James immediately reached for the Comm. Screen and pressed a button connecting him to the RYDE Headquarters. "Guys, this is James here. If you are relaxing around, then get your asses in your Tyrants and get over here. My location is 10 kilometres to the west of RYDE City. I'll need some help here." RYDE City was one of the many pockets of resistance spread throughout the world fighting against Lord Knight's tyranny. It was a massive city with the RYDE HQ, a massive 150 storey state-of-the-art building located in the center of it. James turned back to his combat interface as the Tyrants closed in on him. "Next up... Rapid Fire Round...!!" "Sir, Norman Daggett and Michael Wales have moved to intercept the Sniper." "Atenos..." Erik smiled through his beard. "What about our recon team, the new recruits that were sent to the Outer Ring of Badlands...?" "Sir, it appears that we've lost contact with them only minutes ago." "Hm...?" Erik cocked an eyebrow. "We suspect mercenaries." Erik remained silent for a while, then said, "Michael and Norman are to return within 10 minutes. De-brief them and set them off to the location of final contact." "Yes, sir" The screen switched back to the beautiful landscapes. "If the rumours about Plasmarganium are true, then I have found it. James, it seems we'll have to delay your departure after all. David...!!" Erik called his sub-commander who shortly walked in, a laptop in hand. "Yes, sir...?" "Get me the Inner Quadrant. I want all of them here right now." "Very well, sir." David said as he flipped open his laptop and in a few clicks, sent out messages to the Inner Quadrant's smartphones. "It's done sir. They should be here shortly." Erik waved him away as he reclined in his plush seat and closed his eyes. All was good in the Leviathan, Lord Erik's heavily modified Type IV Tyrant that had long since been shutdown and was now housing over a thousand people. It had been fitted with a few additional chambers, living quarters and Tyrant Holds. This was Lord Erik's home away from home, and one of his many camps spread all around the world.