Unable to speak, the Meta lets out a deep, guttural growl before huffing. His colossal footsteps reverberate with a resounding impact, practically shaking the earth beneath him as they hit the unyielding ground. "Grrr..." Concealed behind the circular visor of his sturdy white helmet, an unseen scowl marks the mute soldier's face.

His broad, steel-plated chest rumbles with each and every low, menacing noise that escapes his scarred throat. Meta’s determination to hunt down and retrieve the A.I. components of his former allies has yet to waver. He can hear the voices, all of them, mingling together to form as one. What’s formerly left of Agent Maine, morphed into a relentless killing machine in pursuit of the fragments.