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He really couldn’t remember much about the fight. It happened so fast that he had reacted on instinct. The only solid things he could remember that he had stabbed the bastard about 17 times before it had finally let go, and even then, it had taken two bullets to finally to put it done. Nathan had not come out of the fight unscathed. The Kevlar he had had on didn’t even slow it down. He had deep gouges were it had clawed him, and a deep puncture in his left shoulder when it pinned him to the wall. He was losing blood but he really didn’t care. Right now the pain was the only thing keeping him upright. That and the adrenaline. He just been ready to yell at Mia for using pyromancy in his apartment when he saw the window crash open and in came Angel, a veritable Angel of Death. Great. They really didn’t have the time to waste making talk. “Alright,” he said with an obvious effort, “ Maybe we should wait until after we get out of the building that going to explode before we start exchanging information? I would rather not die due to my own explosive work.” He limped back towards the door and picked the bags he had dropped. “Mia, seeing as you’re already trying to burn the building maybe you could start a controlled burn? Try and keep it to this room.” Shaking his head he made his way down the hall, leaving red boot prints as he walked.