"... what the fuck are you doing?" The Purifier looked a little nervous about this, pushing the gun a little closer. What would be worse? Killing this fool, or letting him kill himself? Perhaps he could just knock him out with a blow from the armour ...

Before he could make a solid decision, however, a brilliant blue-white light blew out the nearest door, causing him to loose focus on his target, in favor of ... whatever caused that. Not Vargas. A mutant of some kind, his sensors told him.