And S.H.I.E.L.D. was ready for him. Within five minutes of the Hulk's initial transformation helicopters of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and trucks and tanks full of military personnel were on the way to the Manhattan street where the Hulk was currently wreaking havoc. Nick, on one the Brooklyn-bound blackhawks, continually shouted orders into the mic on his ear piece. "I repeat, evacuate from Soho to Central Park. Alpha team, set up a perimeter around West 40th. Wanda, you and Pietro, rendezvous point outside Hilton Theatre West 42nd, now. Stark, motherfucker, where are you? Chief, report, fire rescue en route? Good, keep your people away from the Hulk if you can. Bravo team, etd on those adamantium missiles?" As the chopper neared West 40th street the air was a haze of smoke. Hardly ten minutes and the Hulk had already done unthinkable damage. Nick was almost afraid to check satellite images. The helicopter touched down on top of the Hilton Theatre building and Nick stepped out. This was going to be one hell of a day.