November 6th

Ostritch Soldiers patrol by while he sits, with Crane Snipers positioned at certain parts of the roof on the complex.

Philgineer is working on a grill nearby, making his famous grilled chicken, which has not gone unnoticed by the Birds. 

Hank stares up at the tower. The top half of it a giant towering spire, with docking stations, and turrets, and at the top, a strange cone like structure, the bottom half is a giant mall-like structure, think office buildings, flat roofs, perfect for the Crane Snipers to perch on.

"Hey Phil." Hank begins.

"5 minutes on the chicken tops, oh, wait, yeah?" Phil responds

Hank continues "This job... This path... Do you really think it'll lead to us rebuilding the legion?"

Phil pauses, and looks around a bit. "I'unno. I didn't meet the past legion, how can I be sure? But, I do think we may find ourselves a great new leader. Even if I think you're the best leader we got."

Achilles, playing his guitar by the grill chimes in. "I don't know if you guys are hearing yourself right now, but damn this sounds like a cult."

Hank chuckles "It used to be, but when I took over I got rid of that aspect, and decided to focus on science, which is how we got our swanky mech suits." Hank exits his mech suit, he jumps out and walks around to the back of it and pulls out a small red glowing stone. "We call it a Philosopher's Ruby, made from several different compounds, radioactive materials, organic bacteria, a D Battery, and most importantly, a tomato, it produces near infinite power. How? We have NO IDEA! We just crunched a bunch of scientific papers we read together and BAM it worked. We're no longer a cult see, we're scientific!"

Achilles just stares.

Phil starts freaking out "I'M ALLERGIC TO TOMATOES"

"This may be a problem." Hank says scratching his chin.