Superhuman growled. Surely Connor must've noticed Superhuman wasn't coming along and had gone back to gawking.
No matter. Shade had managed to avoid his first attack, and he wasn't going to let it happen twice. He bolted off the ground and attempted to grab Shade by the throat - if that didn't seem viable, he would aim for the collar of his hideous, tasteless outfit.
Yeuck. At least my first parents had good fashion sense.
The first of the goons to break away finally bolted up, panting, to a warehouse on the coastline. Switchblade had never been there and he never would be, as he detested making it so obvious where he was. But he had to admit, it did come with benefits.
"There was a-" The man panted, before a dirty-faced bouncer on the phone hushed him. "You got it, boss. We'll see it squared away. Now what do you want?"
"There," He huffed. "There was a woman who turned into Henry! She looked like she was made out of metal. And then there was, there was this guy... Jumped from the roof or fell, or something... Had gadgets and a mask..."
The bouncer turned and spat out some atrocity which was too mingled with saliva to comprehend. "Set the trap in the sewer once it's calmed down." He snarled. "Someone's bound to come lookin'. I'm assumin' that's where all the gunfire was coming from?"
"Yeah. I took off just as it kicked off to cover my getting over here."
Other members of Switchblade's crew were lifting and placing massive stacks of suitcases with incredible ease, with a red one in the middle of the tallest stack. Both the goon and the bouncer eyed it cautiously.
Switchblade gingerly set the phone down on his end. He looked up at the ceiling in apartment 131, third floor, apartment complex A, in the heart of New Hawkhood. The traps were being laid. Phase two was coming.