"Flores, Patel, take Avenue C. Morgan, Zou, back up the agents at 14th." Fury was murmuring orders into his headset, crouched in an alley way just beyond one of the District X barriers. He had Altman and, much to his chagrin, Kaplan waiting behind him. He'd been less than pleased when Altman's boy reported with him for duty, but he guessed it was excusable sine the world was pretty much fucked. He likely wouldn't have been so willing to accept the tag-along if the Kaplan kid weren't so inherently useful. At least, he was useful now that he didn't have a sore throat- what an infinitely annoying limitation. Regardless, here they were and Fury would utilize all assets at his disposal, Kaplan included.
"Alright, motherfucker," Nick turned to whisper to Billy. "You teleport us over that wall and when we're in on the other side you stick with me or Altman. I can't afford to have a civilian die on a mission." This would only be a problem assuming, of course, that the entire world actually survived all of this alien invasion shit. Well, Nick could only handle one catastrophe at a time. He glowered between the boys and then signaled for Billy to make the teleport.