[Responding to the mobile doll sighting is a large blue unit. A very familiar (to Zane) unit. Its face reflects its pilot's sudden horror.]

Zane. Well, looks like this just got a lot harder. [He shelves Hope's bazooka, opting instead for its rifle, which glows faintly as he brings the unit into a run, heading straight for Zane and firing a few opening shots at center of mass.] I don't have time for your shenanigans, so kindly get out of my way.