Gary didn’t want to admit it, but he had been in this type of situation more so than he would have liked. Surrounded by people that were attempting to take him out, although unlike the times before, he didn’t quite feel like his life was on the line with this one.
One of the men in the black work uniform threw out what looked like a thick chain aiming to go across Gary. With his hand held out, he caught it with ease, and then pulled on it with such strength that the man fell over as it ripped through his hands, ripping some of the skin off, and his face planted right into the floor.
“Be careful, remember he’s an Altered from the AFA, so he’s quite skilled!” The others shouted, as they all came rushing in. Some of them even had the electrified batons, Anti Altered weapons on them.
Three of them ran towards his side, and Gary quickly kicked the table sliding it across the floor and crashing right into their knees. The next second he was on the table performing a kick midair.