Uber Jason - Durability 4

Thomas called halt.

"Guys. we're going to have to regroup. Pulsar guns full. We're going to have to go super high tech on his ass."

The white shroud beyond suddenly blazed with green, crosscut with a graphic network of gridlines. Caught in the net glowed a mammoth DNA signature, and as one of the grunts opened fire on its source.

Targeted, blasted through the cargo bay door, down a three-storey drop, to line prone, splayed in the middle of a infotainment gallery.

"Let's clean up some of this smoke, ladies and gents."

The same pulsar guns that had delivered the deadly blast turned suction devices. Gloomy smoke poured backward into the muzzles of thirty weapons.

"That's right," said Thomas. "Suck it up, people/""

Grinning at his joke. Nobody smiled back.

In thirty seconds, the view was clear. The blast had punched a mammoth hole in the door, letting out on a thing band of railing. Downstairs, three shiny metal bands circled spiral galleries like ribs on an android vertebra.

Fifty feet below lay the monster, an immaculate corpse.

"Woah gunny," said Lisa Maxwell, head of the Special Weapons detail "We're going down into that!"

Thomas laughed. "Why do you think we're packing this shit?" He touched his backpack on a plate in the side, out from which sprang a coil of ultralight, ultrastrong Nanobar rope. What looked like manacles followed hard upon it. Thomas jangled the thick cuffs like a prison warden.

Lisa stopped, rotating her head. "Uh, no we don't."

"Listen lady, I give the orders around here. We're going down on my count of three. You and you, and you three there. Sling 'em on and ring 'em off."

"Sir, no disrespect, but how do we know he's done?"

"That's what we're going to find out. Okay, let's move ass!"

Lisa reluctantly ejected her own climbing equipment, slammed the self-closing ring on the railing and barreled over the side. Alongside her, Thomas and the rest of the team clamped and swung.

Jason still lay there.

They were halfway down the balcony, brains tilting at windmills of fractal chaos, when the feat began to take hold. Something was very wrong. Jason had simply... disappeared.

"Okay guys, something's up." Thomas's voice boomed in their headsets. "We've lost out dead-alive freaky deek."

Jason's DNA signature had blipped out. Totally fucking vaporized. When you got right down to it, Mr Voorhees was officially a nowhere man.

	Jason X: Death Moon - Pages 44-45