[i][b]Sullivan County, Northeastern Tennessee
June, 1938[/b][/i]

"I can deal with the dog man, stretch! Make sure none of those bastards have explosives!" yelled out the green clad Torch lighting the area around him in emerald flames to create a circle of fire around himself and the wolfman. 

If he'd been paying attention, John might've seen a reaction from the elastic hero after he created his green flames. However the red clad stretching hero made his way into the woods after the other Nazis. Torch already had several scratches in the back of his suit, thankfully the military provided him with a durable coat in case it rained that evening. The eighty degree plus June weather didn't bother John anymore, thankfully. He lit up both of his hands now with green flames and taunted the Nazi superhuman. 

"I hope you understand enough English to understand that this is going to hurt." the Torch stated before throwing a couple fire enhanced jabs at the wolfman before blasting off a two handed emerald fireball like something out of an Asian fantasy novel. 

Back inside the Ammunition Plant the few remaining employees and guards were on high alert. The two heroes having just teleported in were given orders from the man in charge. He simply instructed that none of the United States' enemies were to make it to the materials section of the warehouse. "If the gunpowder and explosives went up people would be able to hear the explosion all the way in Virginia." was reiterated at least twice by the other guards on duty.   

[i][b]Vaten, Louisiana...[/b][/i]

The masked man stood over a half dozen corpses in the back of a restaurant. He was barely human anymore. The way he enjoyed the carnage and gore was sickening. After seeing a woman of color passing for white in the small town earlier in the day, the Skull followed her into the restaurant. When everyone was too stupid to notice or just simply didn't care, the Skull slaughtered them all. It started thundering outside and rain followed. The Laughing Skull stepped out back and let the rain wash away all of the red stains on his skin and clothes. After several moments he looked around and spotted an old Ford truck. 

"S'pose it's time to head east..." stated the unhinged American murder machine. 

[i][b]New York City, New York...[/b][/i]

The young demonic ward of Blackwood seemed to float from one boat towards the other that was housing the scuffle between Golden Boy and a handful of unprepared Silverwings. Another ship floated in from the Brooklyn Bay area. And another from the Hudson Bay area. Each of them carried five Silverwings a piece. And all of them were prepared. Nearly a dozen Silverwings shot through the air in leather SS jackets, winged rocket-packs, with automatic rifles. 

"Tötet die amerikanischen Helden!" screamed one of the Silverwings in German firing at the floating demon child. 

"Ich werde die Statue zerstören!" yelled another heading towards the Statue of Liberty.