Luíz Alencar da Silva had been spending his last day in the States going over the New York office's innovations to see what he could implement back at the main offices. He had been in one of the basements when all hell broke loose.

He had to appreciate what kind of security personnel his son had hired. Those men had tried their best to slow down the men in powered platemail while a couple others tried to get Luíz to the ground floor to relative safety.

Though he had now lost both of them to their pursuers. Luíz was running up the steps, swearing to God he would actually use the fitness facilities at home if he made it out alive.