Justin's legs felt like lead, and he felt like he was swimming through molasses, but he couldn't let the Sentinel hurt anyone.
He strode toward the Saks department store and readied the canon at his shoulder to fire. One good laser blast to the chest would take down its processing core and render it useless.
"Tony, lock target on the processing core for this Sentinel. We don't want to damage it too badly. I may need to use it to repair the armor so I can get back home." Justin says.
That Sentinel should have been up by now. Justin gets to the window of the Department store looks inside.
The pulse cannon blast blinds him and now it is his turn to go flying back toward the street, sailing over the hood of an oncoming car and crashing through some tables and chairs at an outdoor cafe across the street.
"This..is not my day." he says, trying to pull himself back to his feet as NIMROD walks out of the remains of the department store window and looks for where War Machine landed.
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