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John quickly huddled with Gregory and Peter, shortly after the half-cyborg blew away the Russian that Hekaton was attempting to recruit. It seemed as though Gregory wasn't too happy about the supposed death of the female super. Between that and whatever texts he was receiving, it was apparent that there wasn't much that would get on his good side for the next few hours. Their plan hadn't failed completely, however.

"The warehouse directly ahead, number seven. Crush it and get back to the base. There shouldn't be any more than five or so guards and three scientists. Small lab. Trash the comps. Get out."

Gregory gave Peter the cold shoulder, it seemed. He was a very passive aggressive person, and there was no doubt Peter would be paying for this for quite a long time to come; John figured that grudges could last quite a while when you were ageless. Without hesitation, John followed Gregory's orders as he usually did. He quickly made way to the warehouse in question, unsure if Peter would follow after Gregory's cold shoulder. It would no doubt be a good idea to arrive at the warehouse as quickly as possible. By the speed at which Gregory flew into the air, something serious was going on. If Mortix knew what they were doing, there was little doubt that they'd already have prepared heavy defenses at not just one of their labs, but more than likely all of them. His powers deactivated, giving him some time to recover while he could.

As he shortly arrived at the warehouse, he tried to find a window to look through. It seemed like Gregory was right. They hadn't yet set up much of a defense; A positive surprise for John. In lieu of crashing through the wall, John thought that maybe starting out subtle would have been more appropriate. He tried to open the door, but it appeared to be locked. A small sensor on the side of the door appeared to be glowing red, an indication that some sort of clearance was necessary to gain entry.

"Well, that's not happening."

As he began to bust his way in, he noticed that his attempt at opening the door had garnered the attention of a nearby guard. John rolled his eyes as he reactivated his powers, and with a mighty kick, sent the door flying of its hinges. Without hesitation, the guards began to open fire with their sidearms, though it was little use. Each of the tiny bullets crumpled against his skin and fell to the floor as they made contact. John frowned. They were definitely trying to kill him, but he didn't like to return the favor if he could help it.

He lightly tossed anything that he could grab at the guards, one getting beaned in the head by a keyboard, which dropped the man, but didn't incapacitate him. He grunted, and decided that there was no point ending the guards or the scientists. He took his fists to the lab equipment and the computers, in an attempt to fulfill Gregory's wishes to the utmost degree. The guards seemed to change their tactics in the time he was destroying the lab, and quickly brandished taser-sticks. One made contact with his back, and John winced at the surge of electricity flowing through him. He would not be so easily as incapacitated as a regular person, though electricity was one of the things his powers did not fully protect against. John turned around and swatted the guard across the room, colliding with the wall of the warehouse. Another rod connected, and another, and John fell to his feet. His muscles started to twitch, though he was able to get to his feet and swat another of the guards off of him. Two more rods connected, and John fell to his knees again, before hitting the ground completely. His body was paralyzed, but the rage began to well up. The second the tasers stopped pulsing, it would mean doom for the guards.