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From cover, Guy waved over to the nearest car. A young man opened the door and immediately burst into the alleyway he had been attempting to secure. Once he had gone from sight Guy made sure to return his shield to himself. Now that that was taken care of, and by now all the civilians left were either dead or gone, he turned to Huey.

"Yeah, well breaking stuff is for the young people. The old people are all the ones who fix everything for you kids to smash again. Do you realize how much paperwork someone's gonna have to fill on those potholes you just made?"

He flicked his cigarette into a pile of burning debris. For the past couple whacks of his wrench he'd been sucking on filter. He took a chance to look over the low wall they were crouched behind. There was still some back and forth fighting going on, but if Huey was here, from what he'd heard, there wouldn't be too much trouble wrapping everything up. Plus there was a woman in dark clothing that seemed to know what she was doing. Lethally, yes, but to each their own. The kid hiding behind a car with a keyboard was other news, however... he mumbled something under his breath about how kids couldn't put down their damn boards for a few minutes, but he didn't think Huey could hear.

"The one with the stabby-stabby-shooty-shooty, she with you? Because I'd hate to be on her bad side." He made sure his armor covered his kidneys for good measure. "And that writer better get out of here before some random guy shoots up that car he's hiding behind. Unless he wants awards. I hear dead writers get the best awards."

He peeked over again to confirm a pattern he'd seen. "Regardless, we need to take the rest out before the fight moves any further up the street. I'd hate for the Stallion to get too shot up." He realized they were moving closer to the orphanage, but didn't want to explicitly bring it up in case these guys were really after Huey. Wouldn't want to give them any tips for where to start shooting.