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[color=0080ff]Location:[/color] St. David's Hospital - Cardiff
[color=0080ff]Skills:[/color] pistols, agility and blind sense
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Niah put her hand gently on Oliver's shoulder. She understood. Niah nodded when he asked if she'd join him in the room. She had stepped into the room when a voice spoke to Oliver. It sounded like him. And he moved so fast. Her heart felt like it was in her throat and it was pounding in her ears. Memories of Luminous killing so many of her friends with that frightening speed made her brain feel numb. Did Oliver have an older brother? Was this a Skrull who could be more creative? Or hell was Hill messing with Oliver with some twisted LMD?

Why this person was here didn't matter. He had killed the person Oliver had come to say his last goodbye to. That goodbye had been taken from Oliver. And Niah knew how much one last goodbye could mean. She had so few people she had gotten to say it to. Her hand rose with the pistol she carried since the fight with Ultron. It carried actual bullets. She only pulled the trigger once, instead of her normal three. And her aim was based purely on instinct. 

Niah had a third power, one that had come to her before the House of M, she had only used it a few times. It gave her the ability to know where things were even if she couldn't see them. It was clearly a part of her heightened senses but didn't require activation. So, with just that her pistol was pointed right at chest level of Oliver's copy. Miraculously, from Niah's point of view, the bullet crashed into Evil-Oliver's chest just a bit below his clavicle. 


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[color=004d00]Location:[/color] 616 169th Street, Queens 
[color=004d00]Skills:[/color] Perception, Jack-of-all-trades [Guns], Specialization in Guns [Hand guns] & Weapon Proficiency
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It was clear Matt had done some slowing down to Captain America. They were getting the upper hand, even if they were outnumbered. Asokho had been dealing with the Winter Soldier on his own, which gave him a point in Matt's book as not totally useless. The newest member of the team didn't seem to agree with Hill's laws, but he did seem to be following orders. It was clear they had the upper hand though because the rogue heroes were running away. 

Cass, had Hawkeye well in hand so Matt dashed to the window after the rogue heroes jumped from it. He drew his handgun. Not wanting to actually kill Falcon, but needing to slow them down. He pulled the trigger once, missing, twice hitting the wings of Falcon's tech, on the third pull of his trigger it hit the wings again. Neither had done any damage. It wasn't even causing Falcon to slow down. He cursed mentally. Of course, the wings would be bulletproof. 

Matt climbed back out the window. He wasn't as graceful, or acrobatic so he could only run after them, but they were still several stories up. He started climbing down. Knowing they were going to loose Rogers and the others now. They wouldn't have another lead he suspected. They had come here to get something or someone and there would be little chance of figuring out their plan again.