"take it slow." Kobra felt the need to say. He gave Conner all of it; the speed, the sight, the lung and heart enhancements that allowed his body to function at those conditions/at all. The trac and specialized oxygen tanks that were waterproof, fire proof but also not removable (Connor would have to invent a way around that.) He also added a redone version of Conner's arm and leg so they were lighter weight (to better serve the powers of Kabal's donation.)

The one major difference was he did not break and reset Conner's leg. He saw how Kabal was never able to walk without incredible pain, so he created an alternative solution. He would install sensors within the muscle tissue, allowing extra energy/bloodflow to his leg when he used his super speed ability. The only catch was that it would be significantly more physically exhausting and course control might be an issue. But those could be delt with, with practice. It was more important that he be able to walk immediately after the surgery.

Conner awoke to Kobra washing his hands, and packing up his tools. "Conner? So nice to finally meet you. I'm .."

"Kobra.. the medic from the underground…." He remembered the name from Cassie's stories. He looked pretty much the way Conner pictured him to look; more 'gritty' then professional, with rough stubble on his face long hair pulled back in a ponytail. The image of someone who was more genius then society gives him credit for.

"If you feel up to it we can try to take a few steps?" Kobra went to his bedside, to help him stand. Once he got his footing he was strong enough to stand and even walk on his own. With his first steps in almost a decade, and was overwhelmed by emotion. He fell to his knees, crying tears of happiness. Kobra patted him on the back and helped him to his feet.

"This is a gift, a new beginning for you," said Kobra, feeling emotional, especially for the next question. Kobra picked up the mask; with all the creative augmentation it was no longer necessary.

"I leave this project in your hands now, but…" Kobra was searching for the right words. "Since the mask has already been documented, and I used the data to create implants that will allow your eyes the same functionality- I would like to take it back to Kabal's followers, to create a memorial. General Blade said it was your call."

"Keep it," Conner nodded "as a token of my gratitude.

"Thanks, and FYI please DO NOT run until you're in an open area- and even then be careful." Kobra was not present when Kabal first got his powers but the idea of someone using those powers for the first time really concerned him (as a medical professional). With that he left to tell Cassie the operation was a success and to get on a plane home.

He didn't need to, Conner got dressed and followed him out. She ran to him, jumping in to his arms. She kissed him until she couldn't breathe. But at the same time she recognized the tech. She paused to touch his neck trac, she remembered the first time she saw Kabal; compassion, love, hope. She wasn't sad, or disgusted; his body was like Kabal's finally resting place; something she could look at for strength and inspiration. She felt as if Kabal was watching over her. "Conner…."She knew could finally be happy again, they could live as husband and wife again. But first he needed to get to work on learning the armor.

Conner had been sick for so long his body was not in the best shape. But for the sake of the project he needed to work out 7 days a week, to regain strength while testing out Kabal's powers that were now his powers- things were not going well.

His leg was in a horrific amount of pain and his vision did not adjust fast enough to be of any use to him. After days of running in to walls and trees he decided he needed to retire to his office to work out in private and think up ways to fix his issues.

"Maybe I'm not ment to be him, "he muttered to himself as he held his head in his hands, defeated.

"No one expects you to become him..." Cassie said as she passed by. She massaged his shoulders, "You have done so much in such a short amount of time. I'm so proud of you…."

He shoved her so hard she fell to the floor."EVERYONE expects me to be him! That was the whole point of putting all this crap in me!"

Cassie stood up, awaiting an apology.

"I need to work." He said, not even looking at her.

Cassie left without a word.

At 2 am Conner finally went to bed. Conner still couldn't sleep on his back, he had design ideas for smaller or even removable tanks, but until then he would have to sleep in his side, so instead he would work until he was tired, and then sleep in his office. Wake up, eat alone, test the armor at the training facility, working with his team of scientists, then after a long day he goes home and works on private projects.

Cassie gave him his space, but after 3 weeks of isolation she tried to enter the room.

"please come to bed" Cassie placed her hand on his shoulder, near the tanks. He flinched, as if she disgusted him.

"I can't explain it, this doesn't feel like my body." He said, still not looking at her. "I can't use my weapon, I can't holster my weapon, but for some f—k all reason I need to move as fast as a car!" he finally looked at her. "And I can't shake the fact that Kabal was the love of your life." He was actually questioning her love.

Cassie had no words, she just left. She was sad, angry, but more then anything she felt alone. The next day she had a "date" to run laps with Jaqui. Hopefully her friend would have some advise.