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The shooting had stopped for a moment which caused John to peak his head up over the aisle he was hiding behind, surprisingly seeing both of the heavily armed men literally beating each other in a vicious fist fight. “What the hell?” He asked more to himself then anyone else. Then things got even stranger as two large tentacles shot from seemingly out of nowhere, wrapping tightly around both mens necks and pulling them apart. The men struggled for a minute before going limp, their bodies dropping to the glass riddled floor with two loud thuds. Following the tentacles back to their owner John saw that they belonged to the faceless man who was halfway through explaining his plan. John had to admit it was a pretty cool looking power and apparently rather useful to.

The plan sounded pretty good to John, or at the very least he couldn’t think of a better one off the top of his head. Standing in the back alley as the helicopter circled over head obviously trying to position itself for the guy manning the machine gun. “The caps no problem for me man, just don’t get yourself killed over here. Don't wanna see you dead on the news tonight.” John said as he ran out of the alley towards the man hole in the center of the street, doing his best to stay in front of Natalia like some sort of human shield. He wasn’t sure if bullets would hurt her or not, but nonetheless he thought it’d be better to air on the side of caution.

Upon reaching the middle of the street he quickly knelt down beside the old iron manhole, gripping at the slightly rusted thing with both hands he almost effortlessly tore it from the street. Taking a look back at the faceless man who was doing a rather good job of making the helicopter unable to position itself to get a shot John hollered as loud as he could “Were good to go tentacles! Get your ass over here, ill cover you!” The big metal beast in the air had finally righted itself from the vicious spin The Scream had thrown them into, and it appeared as if the pilot was still having trouble flying straight. The Cape Killers inside were probably pretty nauseous John assumed.

John kept the manhole clutched tightly in his right hand as if it were a mere plastic Frisbee, he was keeping the thing at the ready just in case the chopper did start shooting at the man he called 'tentacles'. He didn’t want to throw the thick iron disc into the helicopter due to fear of hurting someone innocent with a crashing helicopter but he'd already decided if it came down to it he would.