All things aside today was a beautiful day in its own way. There was an eerie serenity to the destroyed landscape that would evoke a pleasant feeling in an onlooker if it weren't for the dire circumstances of the past few days. Of course these thoughts only passed through Burt's mind briefly as he huffed and puffed along the street on a bicycle until he had to finally take a break outside what was once a coffee store. After the course of today Burt vowed to get into better shape, it had been a while since his days as a stunt double but he hadn't realized just how out of shape he had gotten since then. He also vowed to make some adjustments to his helmet because at the moment it didn't offer nearly enough ventilation to allow Burt to breathe comfortably. 

As Burt stood there and rested, still catching his breathe he realized something particularly disturbing. The Cafe he had parked next to had been turned into a makeshift outpost for the Nazi forces, many of which were currently occupying the shop and completely oblivious to Mysterio's presence. Burt stood there for a moment in complete and utter shock before beginning to quickly and quietly make his way out of the Nazi's line of sight. He [i]might[/i] be able to take them on but Burt did not want to take his chances with that many armed Nazi's. It's not as if he was some sort superhuman who could detonate a nuke at the flick of his fingers or douse them in flames like a living flamethro-

Suddenly Burt realized he was on the ground as he had accidentally hopped off the curb and onto the street while day dreaming about having superpowers. This ruckus called over the attention of the large group of Nazi's, all of which were now silently staring at Mysterio. Nobody moved until Burt decided that getting up and out of here was a good idea as he scrambled to his feet and onto his bike. Burt was barreling down the street, releasing as much of his hypno-gas as he could in the hopes of throwing off his pursuers whom of which were running after him or similarly biking after him. Luckily none of them seemed to have any motorized vehicles but unluckily they were all rested and nourished while Burt was as beat as a Nazi soldier after a run in with Payload. 

Burt spewed out as many illusions as he could which got rid of some of his pursuers but the others continued on after him. Fianlly Burt began to near his destination as his pursuers began to finally gain on him. "Hey-! Help! American! Freedom! Help!" Mysterio called out inbetween breathes as he approached the scorched building that he had been heading towards all along.