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[i]”Lead the way, Olin.”[/i]

Henry smiled, and turned to the pileup of cars, surveying the shrapnel for a moment.

[b]"Ah, this'll do."[/b]

The giant stepped towards what appeared to be a white utility van of some sort. It was white, as they always were, and windowless as it never carried passengers. Inside it housed various pieces of electrical equipment and other supplies. Perhaps a cable company car at one point? Didn't matter. Henry dug his claws into the chassis of the vehicle, where the door met the steel support bar, and with an almighty heave, tore the vehicle open like it was a tin can- destroying the locking mechanism holding the door in place. He brought his claws down the support strut further, creating a tear wide enough for him to reach his arm in. He felt around for a solid spot and dug in once more- this time on the inside of the van's door. He stepped back and pulled out, tearing the van's door off it's sliding mechanism in one fluid motion.

[b]"What do you think, Captain America enough?"[/b] He said hummed, pulling the makeshift shield close to his chest and striking a patriotic pose for Elise's benefit. He smiled and shook his head. [b]"You need cover, and I'll plant this down wherever you need it."[/b]

He motioned over his shoulder with his head, and then turned to the sounds of gunfire and commotion. The walk was... relatively quick all things considered. Stealth wasn't exactly high on the priority list since, all things considered whoever was in the scuffle would be more focused on one another than they would be on any other arriving parties. As they approached the intersection where all the gunfire was coming from- Henry broke the mirror off a car with his free hand and planted his enormous frame against the wall. Around this corner they'd be facing down whatever was going on in the street. He reached out and held the mirror out, angling it in such a way that he could see at least [i]some[/i] of the potential combatants. His eyes widened.

[b]"Watch out!"[/b] he said, wheeling around to Elise, who was just behind him and instinctively threw the makeshift shield down and held it in front of her. Ten to a dozen motorcycles roared past them only a few second later- the roar of their engines having been masked by the shouting and gunfire. With his partner mostly defended, he brought knelt down and brought his enormous arm up in an effort to protect his face from the potential peppering of gunfire that never came. His heart was in his throat for a moment. He smelt burnt flesh and blood and he was in Verthaven again. Did one of them have abilities that went through his shield? Was Elise hurt? No, no, no. Not again. He pulled the shield away with wild eyes, tossing the car door a yard or two away effortlessly.

Elise was alright. She was alright.

[b]"Oh thank god."[/b] Henry said, his whole body sagging some against the wall. She wasn't hurt. They had a job to do. Right. [b]"Sorry. About that."[/b]

Henry turned to face the retreating bikers and sighed. They wouldn't catch them. Not on foot, and they'd be long gone by the time they got back to the car. Interestingly enough the smell of burnt flesh and death was still in the area. They weren't out of the woods yet. He cleared his throat and gave Elise and uneasy smile, and stomped down on the edge of the car door- flipping it up and back into his hand like it was a skateboard. [b]"I'll head in first. If anyone's trigger happy, they'll go for me first. You should be able to maneuver around freely with them focused on me. Use my senses if you need them."[/b]

He turned, breathed, and moved- not waiting for her to protest. He didn't tell her that he always went in first because he'd much rather it be him that takes the one way trip than anyone else. 

Henry surveyed the street. There were a few corpses- some had been badly burnt. One had been shot through the skull- a burn injury that was precise and focused. He hadn't seen any other injury type that even remotely resembled laser damage. It was like someone took a massive hole puncher and punched out a pocket of flesh from the man's skull.  He shivered, but it was clear that for the most part the skirmish had ended with the retreat of those bikers. The sound of a struggle and a sudden flash up above and to his left caught his attention. He turned and trained his head up at the building and furrowed his brow.

[b]"FAMA Special Agent Olin,"[/b] he boomed, his powerful voice carrying and calling attention to any that may be listening. [b]"What's going on up there?"[/b]