Sam remained silent. The silly orange jumpsuit and cuffs chafed a bit, but he put that aside, his mind on other things. Specifically, a next move. His armor would respond to him still, but that necessitated a place to be. He searched through a mental lis of assets... Project Triad. Of course. "Gentlemen, I give you a chance to flee."
"Huh? What're you--" Sam spun, the metal pieces of his armor shattering the cuffs, and zapped both guards non lethally. He dialed up Project Director James. "Alex. Activate Project Triad. I'll be there in.. ten minutes."
"Yes, sir." Sam looked back at the prison, a big hole in the roof, and several helicopters. "Dammit, Donn."
"Sir, there are over 45,000 still-loyal soldiers from all of your projects, as well as an estimated 15,000 willing to defect from the military for you. How would you like us to proceed?"
"I'd like to change out of these clothes. Then we can talk."
Sam emerged from his quarters a minute later, looking much more well-groomed. "Lift Triad One. Cloak the other two and have one on each coast. Someone bring me a cup of coffee. And a camera." The ground shuttered, and the helicarrier lifted off the water, high enough to see the Great Lakes below.
Sam addressed the camera directly. "Today a great wrong has been done. And you are being lied to. I assume you all have heard, by now. The people involved are suspect. So this is my response. I am not a criminal. I came to Director Donn asking him to protect this country, the country that I love. Instead, he lied to me and sided with people who will destroy this country. I say no more. We will save America, by any means. Have a good afternoon." He moved from the frame, revealing the deck of Triad One, and his loyal men.