The Renegade Remnant's voice crackled over the comm system he had given to his new team. "This is Victor Beaucoup. If everyone's in position. I'm moving in."
Crouched on the rooftop across from the New York Stock Exchange, Pre-Mortem pressed a finger to his phone, signaling the car parked outside of the Stock Exchange. The Black Mamba transformed.
The towering form of the Argonaut unfolded swiftly, and turned its Ferro-Cannon at the entrance of the building, firing until the exterior was near-destroyed. Satisfied, the Renegade pressed another button, and set the Argonaut to autopilot, with preprogrammed objectives directing it to kill everyone inside, though it knew not to target anyone on his side.
Placing the phone into a pouch on his flak jacket, he then took a mask that had been clipped to is belt, secured it, and checked his Fluid Grapnel. The device isn't his design, he had simply taken an idea from the Underground's computer and made it, with help of people smarter than him on Envy's payroll. It mimicked the capabilities of heroes like Nobody, but instead of being 'webbing,' it was a fluid substance that became an incredibly tough wire with a high tensile strength when in contact with oxygen. Firing it from his wrist would give him a wire to swing from that he could easily remove, by pressing a second button on the launcher.
The NYSE has a large, open floor where traders trade, but the wide windows also open over platforms that overlook the entire area. The Argonaut was on the floor, now transformed into its Coil Gun configuration, with the mecha no loner human shaped, but now a four-legged cannon with a long barrel that swiveled occasionally to fire on a random cluster of traders. Pre-Mortem crashed through a window onto a raised platform, hefted his newest gun, the WARSAT Defense Module_00Q, and opened fire. Not on the crowd, but in the air. Since the Argonaut's weapons were eerily silent, the crack of gunfire rang out, making the screaming traders fall silent. "I'd tell you that if you all cooperate, this'll all be over soon, but I'm not here for hostages. I'm here to kill as many of you as I can. What I can promise is that your deaths will be painless... unless you resist. In which case my friend Volo here will intervene." Those words were their prearranged signal, and if the Reverse-Speedster was listening he'd speed into the room, ram a vibrating hand through a random trader's chest, and speed back out. "We clear?"