Bill sighed. "No..you're a human being. That much is obvious, but your armour is next generation. Having studied it quite extensively while you were unconscious I can see why Ganymede is now crawling with UN teams trying to find you...rest assured I've covered your tracks. You're quite safe from them here." He intentionally didn't address the mans challenge, eyeing the spiderweb of cracks spreading from where the mans fist had impacted the glass. "I'm going in," he said, to the chief engineer standing near him. "Sir are you...are you sure that's a wise idea?" "No it's a fucking stupid idea but if this man wants to see him not about to cut him up into pieces and sell him to the highest bidder...well, I have to treat him like a man...like an equal. No better way to show that than by having a scrap." "Wait Sir...you're going to fight? Him?!" Bill laughed, the faint light inside his pupils glowing a little brighter than usual. "Brain augments weren't the only thing the Core gave me. My bones are coated in ceramic..." He shed his coat, letting it fall to the ground revealing a singlet underneath. His arms flexed, black lines like tattoos traced down and around his muscles...and began to glow faintly. "My muscles have been lined with reinforced fibres..." He pulled off the singlet, revealing more black lines spreading across his chest and abdomen. Pinpricks of light began to trace along them, "my mind as you know, it enhanced by the core giving me improved reflexes...and even control over objects around me..." As he spread has arms, robotic arms, drones and other automated machinery in the workspace reacted, articulating, rotating, extending and retracting. "At the very least...I will hopefully not die. The man is a fucking mountain after all. If you see him going for the kill you have my permission to gas the room and knock him out." He made his way over to the entrance to the vault, a large circular airlock door and without a hint of effort, pulled it open. "Understood, Sir....Uh...good luck Sir..." "I'm going to need it..." He said, pulling the airlock shut behind him and cycling it, "but with an asset like him on our side...Think of the possibilities..." The airlock cycled and the inner door swung inwards. The big man turned from the glass and faced him, an imposing fortress of a being covered in scuffed armour. Seeing Bill, bare chested and proud the hint of a smile passed across his lips before his expression returned to that of smouldering neutrality. Piece be piece he removed his armour once again, letting the pieces fall to the deck and leaving them where they landed. The last piece, his chest place, thudded to the deck with a clang. "Well...I figured this was the best way to prove to you what I am. I want to best for you...for us. Just try not to kill m-" Bill's sentence was cut short as what felt like a freight train smashed into his face. The big man had covered the ground between them in a microsecond was pulling his fist back for another attack. Bill dodged to the side, as the mans fist slammed into the metal wall with a clang. Grunting, Bill ducked and rolled, taking the mans legs out from underneath him and bringing the mountain down. With a quick motion Bill was on one knee, and launched himself shoulder first into Archangel. His shoulder connected with the man's ribs and was rewarded with the sound of the air being knocked explosively from the man's lungs. He lashed out with his own fists, landing hits to the ribs, the gut and even one to the mans jaw. But Archangel recovered quickly...rolling over and grappling Bill in a vice grip. He lifted him up, over his head and threw Bill against the far wall. Bills vision exploded in stars as the world swam around him. Through his blurred vision he could see the man stalking across the room towards him, and unsteadily got to his feet whilst using the wall to brace himself. "Okay...lets do this..." he said, engaging the man for a second time.