"I don't need any fucking help," he answered, almost automatically, though truth to be told the kid was probably right. He would hold to the fact that he didn't want agents swarming around being complete incompetent fuckheads, but maybe Alex was a different story. A kid, sure, but not technically an agent and also part of Nick's own secret elite fighting force of, well, children. Really bad ass children. This particular bad ass child was supposedly the son of a god and had fewer moral scruples than his leader (moral scruples was mostly the reason Nick hadn't bothered doing any missions with his secret warriors lately, not since Latveria) and anyway Alex was here. Annoying or not, Nick could turn the situation to his advantage and wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. At the very least, the trip might be a good experience for Alex. Though whether this would be an experience in the realm of bullshit wild goose chase or creepy supernatural encounter was yet to be seen.
"You got your sword?" Nick asked, still scowling, and turned without waiting for an answer to make a running start and leap from the building they were on to the roof it's neighbor that had an outdoor staircase leading down from a verandah a floor below. Nick didn't even look to see if Alex had cleared the gap.