Wayne sat comfortably, peering over the top of his "newspaper" and enjoying the park. After only a few seconds, his peace was shattered by a horrible pain. His hand had been stabbed, a smooth cone of metal poking right at his face, peeking through the sports section. He was stunned. Stunned enough that he almost didn't react. Then the cold came. He screamed as ice spiderwebbed across his hand, which he tried to re-shift, but that only made things more painful. He stood up, only to feel a similar pain in his shoulder. It was only then that he realized he'd been shot! The cryo-round started working, his shoulder frosting over. His hand was already nearly covered with a thin layer of ice. He looked left and right, scanning for the shooter. Stupidly, he hadn't run yet or dove for any cover. That's what cost him. A third bullet found his left leg.

The shapeshifter stumbled, then shifted his free hand into a knife, trying to pry the bullet out before that one froze too. This only succeeded in getting his left hand frozen to his left leg. He grimaced as the cold immobilized his limbs. He let himself fall to the ground as the mutterings of a few other parkgoers reached his ears. He quickly shifted his face to something different and waited, more ice crystalizing across him. "Son of a bitch." He said, as a few men in body armor approached.