His liaison on the other end of the line made note of what Wicked was hollering and Nick cut off the line. "Thanks for the info," he said gruffly, "We'll get him." On a main thoroughfare he called for transport and shuffled her into the back of nondescript dark car that pulled up minutes later. He kept a hand on her arm, just in case. "You can call in a tip, future reference. It's the kind of thing we're here for. The New Avengers."