[hr][h1][i][color=Plum]Trevor Obott[/color], [color=gray]Danny Grit[/color] & [b]Henry Olin[/b] vs. Luis.[/i][/h1][i]Written in collaboration with [b][@Spoopy Scary][/b], & [b][@Mr Allen J][/b][/i][hr]


When Henry got the call, he could hear Trevor's tone before he even began to speak. When Trevor requested help, it only confirmed his suspicions.

"Eli," Henry said, rushing out of the building and into an especially large hummer. "I need you to get the location of a young man named Trevor Obott. Sister of NEST Agent Scarlet."

"He piss you off again?" was Eli's response. He was tapping away very quickly on his end. Obviously put on alert by the urgency of Henry's voice.

"No, he needs help. Dana, get any and all NEST personel to his position once Eli relays it to you. From what I'm reading he's about twelve miles away. Buy me time." was Henry's instruction. 

"We'll do the best we can." was Dana's reply.


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After making his desperate call for help, the only thing running through Trevor's head was to get the hell out of there and hope for the best. It was starting to rain again, not that Trevor didn't pay too much mind since he was running for his life. Only thing that reminded him was the puddle splashing underneath his feet. Place started gettinga little darker, but all Trevor wanted to do was get the hell out of this maze-like alleyways. God damn this super-power of his - he can't tap into the adrenline he needs to get the hell out of here. Getting a little tired. He started seeing the streets, and he picked up the pace. He broke through to the streets, and immediately looked around. The people looked at him like he was crazy. There wasn't any time to explain, or to scream, the first thing Trevor did was keep running.

"God damn it." Luis hissed underneath his breath as he put a none-too-pleased look on his face as he watched Trevor run down the street. If the boy gets away, then Luis would have outed himself for the stupidest reasons. If Heartbreaker was here, she'd shoot him in the dick for fucking up so badly. However, it was simple as killing the boy before he squeals. 

Luis put a confident smile on his face as he sheathed his knife, and draped his longcoat over his shoulder, and simply [i]followed[/i].

Trevor was running for his life. Okay, all he had to do was get back to the house - yeah! Just get back home, and everything will be safe. Trevor didn't even waste a second as he forced his way through the crowds of people. Most of these people were just leaving the beaches. Trevor finally started to realize that there was rain falling.

He was entering familar parts of the Crystal Shores. Yeah, there were shops, and bars and restaurants everywhere. He went here for dinner before with Lucille, and his friends. However, in his haste, Trevor tripped, and fortunately managed to catch himself and land on his knee. He immediately picked himself up-

His entire being was swung aside, and he hit the wall, really hard. He was grabbed by the neck by his pursuer, who gave him a pleased grin. "Wow, you honestly thought that I wouldn't try to cut you off, eh....?" Luis trailed off, "That little trick you did with your blood was cute. It was almost like you [i]knew[/i] a little more than you should." He raised an eyebrow. "... Are you [i]sure[/] it was just a checkup?"

Trevor was desperately trying to get free of Luis' grip. Screaming nonstop. He even released his drug in [i]some[/i] attempt to get free - but it was clear that it had no effect on him.

"Stop screaming already, jesus." Luis started off, rolling his eyes. "By the time help comes... you'll already have been dead, and I would be far away from the crimescene." Luis raised the knife in his other hand. There was a crowd of people staring in shock. "Look at these people? None of 'em are gonna help you, kid."


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"I'm not buying it." One man in the crowd grumbled. He pointed his finger at a confused Grit. "If you're one of 'em Dreadnaughts, then what the fuck are you doing hanging around this dump? Don't you got better things to do?"

"Oh, that's an easy one." Grit said nonchalantly, waving his hand at him. "I got my orders to be layin' a li'l low so I don't draw too much of the Hands' attention, y'know?"

There was silence in the crowd as they all stood and stared at the oblivious young man sitting on a bar stool taking a leisurely sip from his drink. They looked apalled, unimpressed, or as if he had a third eye on his head. After all, had he really just said that, after bragging and show-boating and telling stories of his past missions? Grit set the mug back down on the table, and looked back at the crowd. He caught their glances, and he looked around him in confusion.

"Uh... what?"

"This guy is a fucking moron!" One of them exclaimed. "What a joke!"

"Wait, what?" Grit repeated.

"Can't believe I fell for this idiot's story."

"Wow, uh... talk about a plot twist." Said another.

"Haha, right? Man, at least his smile's pretty!"

"Ha! What a fucking tool!"

"Hey, hey! Hey now!" Grit yelled over the crowd, now getting ramped up from their goading. He felt his temper getting to him - his temper never got to him! His face was glowing red in embaressment and frustration. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt a tingle in his face. Soreness in his eyes. Damp. Oh, no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, not now. [i]'C'mon Danny, pull yourself together!'[/i]

"Haha... hey... what's going on over there?"

Grit felt himself relax now that the attention was off of him and he opened his eyes in curiosity to see what saved him any further humiliation. He couldn't see it at first, but as he looked around, he noticed the whole crowd was either staring wide eyed at the scene or were covering their mouths.

"Oh my god... somebody do something!"

Then Grit saw it: one kid was struggling, damn near crying, with a grown man on top of him out in the street under the pouring rain. Even in the dim weather, he saw a shiny gleam coming from the man's hand. The shimmer of metal.

Grit didn't have time to think. Instinct simply took over. 

He pushed one of the men aside as he marched forward, his other hand reaching inside his coat. He pulled out a black handgun, reflexively twirling it around his finger, and aimed it at the assailant through the glass.

He pulled the trigger.

And the glass exploded.

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Despite the off chance of it hitting Trevor, the bullet went through the air at speeds no man can track, and hit Luis right in the back. The Changeling let out a ghastly scream as he fell forward, and released Trevor (Who got the hell out of there). However, the bullet was forced out of his back, and the wound closed up soon after. Luis rolled his eyes as he turned halfway to see the man who shot him.

"Looks like we got ourselves a [i]hero[/i]," Luis called out to Grit. "Do you know what happens to a hero, kid?"

Grit made a smug expression to one of the frightened patrons beside him out of the corner of his eye and said, "y'all wanna make this interestin'?" before making some few steps forward, his boots crunching the shattered glass underneath. He chuckled silently to himself at the man's goading. The man was still standing! Looks like Grit finally got to fight himself one of them meta folks. Might as well return the banter.

"I heard we get a couple o' country songs sung after us and maybe get a girlfriend or two."

His other hand reached into his coat and, drawing his second glock. Now, he wasn't much of an akimbo guy, but he reckoned he could use that extra bit of fire-power if a comic book super-villain could still find the time to bitch after getting shot once.

"But looky here, you're still standin'! Well... metaphorically. Ah, I'm guessin' you're one of 'em meta boys too? Got me a friend kinda like ya, but I think his superpower is a bit cooler."

God damn it, Luis will have to kill [i]this[/i] guy, then go find the brat. It'll be a god damn bloodbath. At this point, Luis realized that the original goal of making sure his face doesn't get out has all but vanished. However, he wasn't going to flee because one person had stood up against him.

Ignoring him, Luis quickly jumped on one of the cars, and unsheathed a knife. He made one more leap, and made it across he street in spectactular fashion. Grit watched, not sure if he should be in awe at the man's acrobatics, or holding in a laugh because of how hammy he was. The moment Luis' foot landed, he looked up at Grit, and threw a knife at him. Grit regained his composure upon the realization that - oh yeah, this guy was a damn psychopath that attacked a kid - and moved to the side. It flew into the bar where the crowd was, fortunately only embedding itself into the wood of the countertop, but it was enough to make the bystanders realize that they were in the line of fire. They scattered away from the scene in a panic. Grit looked at the knife.

"Damn, you've got [i]throwing knives?[/i]" He said, looking back at Luis wide-eyed with surprise. "I'm not sure if I want you to teach me that or think you're some 1700s wacko!"

"[i]Shut up![/i]" Luis shouted as he dashed forward, with his other knife outstretched. He was going to make this extra slow. Because Grit was annoying him.

If there's one thing a sniper knows, it's to not waste a bullet if he doesn't have to. With Luis charging in like a mad dogs straight toward him, a smirk crawled up on his face as he felt the adrenaline start pumping. Luis was fast, but just far enough that Grit could afford luring him in. As soon as the crazy guy was close enough, Grit took his boot and kicked a pile of the shattered glass into the air where it'll be sent flying into his opponent's face and eyes.

While Luis could regenerate, that glass slicing him up momentarily stopped his charge. He growled as every piece of glass that was in his face was pushed out, and hit the ground. Unfortunately, he couldn't get the glass out of his eyes the usual way. Claws extended as Luis pulled his eyelid off, and gently pulled the glass shard out. His eyelid near instantly regenerated. This guy's good... Luis was starting to question who this fellow was. Either way, he was a threat to the Changelings. So he had to be removed.

Instead of assuming Grit was some usual fool waving around some guns, Luis started seeing him as a soldier. Maybe VPD... whatever the case was, Luis quickly grabbed a table, hoping to catch him off guard while he was distracted.

Grit watched Luis' power at work, pushing the glass out of his skin, but noting that he had to work the glass out of his eyes manually. Weak spot? He reached for the table beside them, but before he could get a grip, he fired his two glocks at both of his hands.

"Come on, buddy, you're kneelin' at my feet here. Be a tad bit more polite."

The bullets made a hole clean through Luis's hands - which were quickly healed. However, Luis let go of the table. He pushed himself up to his feet, and groaned as he shook his head at Grit. He pointed at his guns, and said, "Buddy..." He started off. "You're going to run out of bullets before you kill me. So you might as well just turn them on yourself while you have the chance."

Before giving chatterbox the chance to reply, Luis, demonstrating his speed, grabbed one of the chairs and threw it at Grit, who found himself unable to retaliate in time and reflexively crossed his arms to keep the chair from hitting him and knocking him off balance. Luis quickly followed it up by getting close, and performing a roundhouse kick, striking his guard and knocking the gun out of Grit's left hand. Despite his flinching, Grit had enough time to land a shot in Luis' chest - at point blank range, there was no excuse for missing. Which put another hole in Luis' chest. The Changeling stumbled backwards onto the ground, as the wound healed. He bought himself just enough time to sprint for his other gun, grabbing it mid-roll and putting himself back into the street and out of close quarters. He was on one knee with both guns pointed at the fallen man in the building. The middle of his left forearm felt weak from the kick. This freak wasn't just tough, he packed a whallop.

"Damn it, and that's the thanks I get for being merciful!" Grit grumbled.

Luis' groaned as Grit made his grand escape. It was... annoying. The wounds had completely regenerated, and Luis hopped back up to his feet. He took slow steps following after Grit through the window. He saw that Grit was aiming guns at him, and rolled his eyes as he prepared for the bullets to come flying towards him.

Another shot went off.

"Even if I can't kill ya, gunshots got a nasty habit of getting attention." Grit yelled at him through the rain. He fired one more shot. Grit was actually a bit worried if he was gonna get out of this mess. He pushed that thought out of his head - he's been in tighter spots before. He just had to focus on dragging this out. "How many VPD you think will come flyin' in this close to NEST?"

The bullet hit Luis right in the center of mass - and was once again pushed out of his body.

This man was more annoying than anything.... Luis looked up, and the light rain was replaced with a heavy downfall while they were inside the bar. He shrugged as he stepped from the windowframe, and right into the rain. He looked at Grit.

"Was that your gambit all along...?" Luis asked, as he slowly pulled another throwing knife out of his holster. "Well, it's useless. You'll be dead before they get here, and then I'll go put a knife between the eyes of that boy - which I would have done before you so [i]rudely[/i] interrupted me...." He said, in a bored tone. Demonstrating his speed yet again, he tossed at the knife with hands blurring speed.

Grit was too close to the ground to really move swiftly. Stance too rooted to roll. All he could tell was that he is having something thrown at him. He brought himself to his feet hiding his face and felt a sharp thud in his chest. He looked down, seeing the knife hang limply, caught up in the material that was protecting him. Underneath it all was a kevlar vest, out of sight. He looked back at Luis, the corner of his mouth smirking. He holstered his left gun before pulling out Luis' knife.

"I've been through a lotta things that shoulda killed me. Set myself a record for it too." Grit said, trying to ease his nerves after narrowly avoiding death once again. He raised his left arm up, and set barrel over it to help him keep his hand steady. Honestly, Grit was wonderin' if he was the type of soldier that should be pit up against the likes of this freak - he was a sniper deprived of his two best friends: a rifle, and approximately three thousand feet.

"Let me guess," Luis started off, putting his hands on his sides. "You're wearing armor... and the way you move, you have to be trained. Hm... You can't be with NEST, or the VPD." He put his hand on his chin. "So, tell me, who are you with...?" 

"What, like agents and officers don't wear armor or know how to shoot?" Grit said sarcastically. If this guy was one of the meta criminals they were lookin' for, Washe's warnings of not blowing his cover came rushing back to him. "Well you aren't [i]wrong[/i], I was National Guard a couple years back."

"... And they let you carry around two guns and wear body armor like you're ready for war to this day?" Luis asked.

"You didn't get the pamphlets at eighteen?" Grit pryed, sounding genuinely stumped. "We folks work local and gotta be ready. Y'know, disasters and stuff? Hurricanes, earthquakes? They ain't exactly on a schedule like us."

That doesn't answer his question - though, at this point, Luis didn't have evidence to believe otherwise (Nor did he care anymore). Honestly believing this kid was just some wannabe action hero. Well, around here, heroes don't last long - and neither will this kid. Luis unsheathed another knife, and displayed it, rotating it so that it shimmered against the light sources.

"Well, I don't know if you're telling the truth or not." Luis shrugged. "So, I think I'll just kill you and sort [i]everything[/i] out after-" 

Grit fired again at Luis' hand, interuppting him. He mused, "Boss told me once to never stand around [i]talkin'[/i] about how I'm gonna beat the turd out of some slicker and just get it over with. See what right good that did me?"

The bullet struck the knife, and knocked it out of his hand. Luis took in a deep breath. Looks like the time for words is over. Luis decided to forfeit the knives for once, and just figured that he'll tear Grit's head off, or suck his blood. He quickly broke off in a super-fast sprint, moving in a zig-zag motion that was so fast that it'd be hard to track. Grit, of course, was no exception, too momentarily confused and flustered to even try aiming at him. It was like trying to hit a hummingbird.

When the time was just right, Luis lunged at Grit, with one hand outstretched, aimed at his neck. Grit could barely react in time before he found Luis on top of him, and his back flat against the wet asphalt. His shoulder blades were sore from the impact. "Ugh..."

Luis started smiling manically, keeping Grit pinned to the ground since, now, Luis has basically won the fight. He pulled back his other hand, and outstretched two fingers. "This will be a [i]grim[/i] reminder to anyone else who decides to get-"

Grit wasn't gonna have any of that today, not after all the times he nearly died in the past. Channelling the inner power from his days as a dirty-fighting south Alabama youth, he snorted in and took all the mucus out of his sinuses, and shot a great big loogy in Luis' eye.

A critical hit.

Luis [i]cringed[/i] when the man spit in his face. Because it was an enormous, nasty, glob of spit. Right in his eye. And it stung.

Unfortunately, neither did it make Grit's day that much better. A fair share of the glob also broke off mid air, and landed back down into Grit's eye as well, receiving a taste of his own medicine.

"Oh God, oh God, oh my God , that is right nasty!" Grit cried out loud. "Forgive me Lord for sayin' your name in vain, I -- [i]Jesus H. fucking Christ![/i]"

"You truthfully are a disgusting man." Luis said, in between the sheer cringing. He had to take a moment to wipe his face off with his sleeve - but it stuck, leaving a nasty line of spit from his face to his sleeve. Grit, whose arms were pinned, didn't have this mercy. Luis looked at him, and exclaimed, "This is an expensive shirt, and now it's [i]ruined[/i]." Honestly, Luis' bloodlust was fading quickly - which meant he had to kill Grit extra fast now. "Now, where was I...?" He cocked his fingers back, ready to impale the Dreadnaught and suck his blood.

Grit squinted out his other eye. Oh god, here it comes. With speed and the power to push [i]bullets[/i] out of his body, for all he knew, this freak had the power of [i]super fingers[/i]. Why else would he be threatening him with them! Grit was struggling to move his legs - maybe he could kick this guy in the back of the head. If he was a little more flexible, he could do what one of the gals back at base does and wrap his feet around Luis' neck and pull him off that way - but with the kind of pressure this situation was weighing him down with, he could barely focus on anything other than trying to wriggle his way out of his grasp.

[i]'What I wouldn't give for a mile of distance on this guy!'[/i]

And then time seemed to almost freeze.

"Stop right there criminal scum!" A voice boomed, then as if he had been hit by a cannon ball Luis (And Grit too, to a degree) was launched from his hunched position by a powerful kick to Luis' torso. It would have no doubt collapsed every one of Luis' ribs and lungs. The man rag-dolled through several pieces of furniture before coming to rest. Henry Olin, The Dragonfly, had finally arrived. And boy had he rushed, those red lights didn't stop him this time.

"NEST Agent Dragonfly," Henry began, showing his badge to Luis' general direction. "You are under arrest for assault, and attempted kidnapping. You can come the easy way or the hard way." Henry stated, cracking his neck.

Cause this guy... He wasn't gonna come the easy way. He'd played this game long enough to know that.

The impact was enough to make Grit roll on his side. He scrambled to his feet, rubbing his eye clean with his sleeve. He snatched up the gun he had dropped when Luis pinned him, and fell behind his rescuer. A giant lizard man. Grit didn't question the insanity of it, he was just glad that a NEST agent happened to be nearby. He also had a hold a bit of amusement in! Stop right there criminal scum? A classic.

The kick sent Luis flying through the air. With a comical expression of rage on. He hit the ground and did a roll, but jammed his claws into the aspalt in order to slow himself down. He looked up... Agent Dragonfly. Oooh. Luis grinned. "And here comes the bigger fish..." He muttered underneath his breath.

"Phew, nice timing!" Grit commented. "Was wonderin' when I was gonna get some backup."

He stood straight up, and looked at his side - collapsed as Henry predicted, but quickly healed. He put his hands on his sides. "Oh, I take it that you don't know who I am, Lizardman." He started laughing. "Or else you would brought the rest of your silly little RAVENs.... No matter, you're as good as anyone to relay my demands."

Grit was smirking ear to ear. If this guy wasn't totally crazy, and really did deserve some RAVENs on his ass, then that meant this wacko was Hands! Or something. Grit's specialty wasn't really capturing targets. If Godzilla here couldn't do it either, then he'll just have to see how many bullets it takes to kill him! At the memory of Luis' taunting, Grit chuckled. "Looks like my lil gambit wasn't so useless after all, eh?"

Grit's still here? God damn it, he's old news! Luis wants the big fish [i]now[/i]. He disregarded Grit, for now. "If you're still confused, let me give you a hint, Lizardman," Luis narrowed his eyes at Henry. "I believe your friend [i]Mark[/i] told you all about me."

"Wildfang, Ironsides, and Wendigo personally told me about you." Henry replied, cracking his knuckles. He turned his head over to Grit and gave him his typical shit eating smile. He reached to his body armor and shook it some, making sure to knock a certain canister off. He pivoted with his foot so his heel rolled it over to Grit. Grit caught it with his foot, no stranger to subtlety either. He wasn't much informed on weaponry, but Washe had taken a couple of these with him while they were still working with NEST. There were a couple of tricks they learned with this things - like how to make 'em go boom instead of letting them sitting there like they're ripping a long ass fart.

"Then you must know why I'm here, then." Luis said, turning his head slightly to the side as he watched Henry give up one of his precious canisters to this fool. He narrowed his eyes. "Release Heartbreaker, Fig, and the Witch Mother, and we will leave this city be."

"They're rolling in their graves some where, I bet." Henry stated, and then he lunged forward at Luis using his own superhuman speed and strength to cover the distance relatively quickly. He raised his claws arm high in an attempt to clobber Luis' much smaller frame, and brought it directly down- like a hammer to nail.

"Looks like you aren't too good at listening...." He muttered to himself. Luis merely sighed. Looks like he wants to do this the hard way - which is great, because Luis will just kill him instead just to send a message to RAVEN. Henry wasn't the only one packing speed and strength. Luis quickly jumped up into the air, and hopped over Henry. He grinned as he turned around to face the Lizard. 

Henry then effectively sent him flying by turning, using his muscular tail as a baseball bat and Luis as the unfortunate baseball.

"You're not very good at this, ya know?" Henry commented, stalking forward in the direction Luis had been thrown in. "Like, there's more backup on the way as we speak. You really think I'd come alone? I'm not quite as dumb as you bro."

Luis picked himself up, and rolled his eyes. "Getting a little ahead of yourself?" Luis said - he briefly considered calling the rest of the Unit to tear them apart but... he'd rather not expose [i]them[/i] either. Besides, he has this. He reached behind his back and pulled out some more throwing knives. Hm. Mr. Dragonfly will be expecting him to throw these, so how about Luis gives him a little surprise, eh? "Take your best shot. Trust me, it won't work."

Henry opened his mouth and shot his stream of boiling chemical at Luis in response, the two liquids met in the center stream, and with a loud hiss and the smell of matches, the gooey chemical reaction went off and sailed at Luis' face at an alarming pace. 

In an instant, Luis dashed to the side, throwing knives in between his fingers. The second he was out of the way, he tossed three knives towards Henry's face. 

One of the knives went into the side of his body armor and, while it penetrated, did not get through the carbon fiber combat armor he was equipped with. The other two nailed him in the neck. Thankfully because his scales are fairly thick, the knives did not do any mortal damage. But he'd definitely need a few stitches.

"Big boy's givin' me the diversion I need." Grit muttered to himself in entertainment. "Gotta say I prefer it much better this way."

The mercenary rolled the canister back and kicked it up onto the vamp of his boot, making sure to balance it before turning his eyes back to the fight between the two combatants. Agent Dragonfly might get caught up in it, unless he reads Grit pretty well. The wacko had his back turned to Grit now. Well, even if the agent did, surely they'd be alright until help arrived.

Henry saw Grit moving, and hit a button located on his left jowl. Part of his suit moved upward and encased his snout and jaws- taking away his ability to bite or spit, but it would also keep him out of the crossfire that was no doubt coming his way with that gas. Grit caught his cue, and kicked his leg out slinging the canister forward in response. He fell back into stance, aimed his gun against his forearm, and fired his shot as it flew toward Luis' head. The canister was ruptured, letting the pressurized gas come out in an explosion.

Henry, in almost unison with Grit's kick, dove forward and tackled Luis, using his superior size and strength to take away Luis' leverage and pin him to the ground, so the canister could do it's work.

"Hmph." Luis made the sound as he finally realized their plan. Henry managed to slam him onto the ground - however, Luis quickly put his foot onto Henry, and displaying surprising strength, managed to kick Henry off of him. However, this was the point where Luis decided to make his grand escape. His finger went onto his own earpiece, and he shouted, "Flashbang! Extraction!" In a few seconds, a portal appeared underneath him, and he fell through. The portal quickly closed behind him, the veil of the gas hiding his means of escape.

Henry coughed and rolled up to a sitting position. He would be alright in here because of his filter. The man who helped him? Well, not so much, if he was a meta.

"Hey, you alright? You're not a meta are you?"

"Me?" Grit mused, squinting through the chemical fog. "Not unless you consider good looks a superpower! Nah, nah, I'm just a good shot. How 'bout you?"

"Okay. We should probably get out of the building." Henry stated, standing up and waving the air. He could see Grit through thermal vision, but Grit may not be able to see him.

"I'm approaching from your left." Henry stated as to not get shot on accident. "You hurt?"

"Hm, eh, a couple scrapes." Grit said, inspecting his person. "A bruise on my left arm, no biggy. Where's our slicker?"

"Called out to an ally. Got away through a portal. Probably a remote teleporter." Henry said, moving over to the building's exit 

Grit frowned. Well ain't that a shame? And after the awesome fight they just had, and after coming so close to knockin' him out to next Friday.

"So, uh, what're you from? You're too well trained to just be some run of the mill gangbanger or whatever from the Highway Star or Iron Cross."

The mercenary made a smug expression as he twirled his gun around and hid it away in his coat. He announced proudly, "the name's [i]Danny Grit![/i] At your service."

Henry nodded and offered his hand to the man. "Henry Olin, Task Force RAVEN." He stated. He was, of course, a member of some of the more... hush hush stuff. But he probably shouldn't talk about that.

"Hey, hey, hey! A RAVEN! So we're practically colleagues or somethin' like that." Grit exclaimed. "NEST hired me n' two other guys. I'm your friendly neighborhood Dreadnaught!"

Henry smiled. A real, genuine smile this time. "Seems to be that way then. Glad to have finally met you- an in some good combat too. Puts a good idea of a Dreadnaught in my head." Henry stated, crossing his arms, with one hand covering the cuts on his neck. 

"Well shucks, thank ya buddy." Grit said with false modesty. "Truth be told, this ain't my, uh, [i]preferred[/i] rodeo. I'm a sniper, y'see."

"You two should come by sometime tonight, me and the rest of RAVEN will be having dinner at Arby's with-" Henry cut himself off.

"Oh shit." he stated, and then whipped out his phone and dialed in Trevor's number.

"C'mon, pick up. Please be okay..."

Grit looked at Henry confused, not picking up that the kid that was attacked earlier was somehow affiliated with the RAVEN.

Trevor picked up the phone, hiding in another alley. Back pressed up against the wall, and peaking out, looking around. Praying to God that everything was well. Trevor was freaking shaking! "Heeeeeey, Henry..." He tried force that cheery attitude he usually has. "Please God tell me you killed that maniac. I'm freakin' shakin' here." His Texan accent became thicker than usual.

"He got the hell out of dodge." Henry replied back, doing his best to mimic Trevor's texan accent. "Uh, where are you bud? It's safe to come out."

"I'm, I'm..." Trevor looked down, it was so damn hard to focus with all this shaking. "I'm down the street. Jesus, I felt like I was gonna die there." Okay, if Henry said that it was safe to come out, then it was safe to come out. He needed to compose himself a little. He started taking deep breaths. [i]It's okay. It's okay.[/i] He assured himself. "I'm headin' out now." Trevor said as he stepped out of the alleyway, and started walking down the street. Shaking, he wrapped his arms around his body.

It wasn't long before Trevor made it down the street. He was shaking slightly - but he was trying his best. He walked up to Henry, and this strange man he never seen before. "Oh God, thank you." Trevor said, eyes staring blank. "I... I don't know what the [i]fuck[/i] just happened. Who... who was he?" He started shaking some more again. 

"Oh, hey!" Grit piped up upon seeing the kid he had saved before shit hit the fan. "You're alright, the one I saved from that lunatic! You two wouldn't happen to be friends, would y'all?"

Henry put a protective arm on Trevor's shoulders in an effort to calm him down. "Trevor, this is Danny Grit. Danny, this is Trevor. Grit here is a Dreadnaught, and is working with NEST. Danny, Trevor is a young man who saved a lot of NEST lives recently and wants to become an NEST agent himself- just like his sister." Henry said, introducing them to each other.

"N-n-nice..." Trevor trailed off, uncontrollably shaking. He could barely get out a single god damn word right now. "Thank you." Trevor said to Grit. He didn't notice that it was [i]Grit[/i] who shot the gun (On the account that he was busy hauling ass), but he was eternally thankful. That maniac would have killed him. "Thank you so much... I-I... don't know what to say right now." Trevor looked down, he spotted the two holes in his side when Luis impaled. To think, if he didn't have his power, Luis would have killed him then and there.

"[i]Would'ya like a drink, it's on me[/i] sounds like it might be worth a shot." Grit joked with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Ye-yeah.... Sounds like fun." Trevor managed to yip. "I'm sorry- I just- I just need to get out of here." 

"I'll take you home, Trevor. We'll get that wound taken care of. I'll take it we should do dinner another night?"

"Ye- yeah." Trevor said.

Then out of nowhere a golden being flew around the street, delivering a solid punch to Henry's pecs before disappearing. Henry fell on his ass with an 'oomph!', and laid down for a moment, groaning.

After a moment, Henry lifted his keys in the air for Trevor to take.

"Just... wait for me in the car. I need a minute."