As soon as he heard the gun click he began to digistruct the Gauss Cannon on his arm, but decided against it when he realized that at such close ranges, he wouldn't have time to pull it off. Instead, he raised both of his hands; the real one that was still gloved, and the prosthetic one, whose black alloy covering shimmered in the dull light of the room. The chip lay between his feet, projecting some form of mutating shape. One second it was a cube, the next a dodecahedron, and the next a polygon of infinite sides, and it continues to warp its shape as the two stand there. Realizing that his silence was even more incriminating than anything he could say, he spoke up "I yield."