"We both know that's not going to happen," Alex called back, freeing his armor from the bag and trying to do it up hastily before US Agent honed in on him. There were more weapons in the bag than he could carry, and he took what he could before tipping the rest of the bag into a dumpster, hoisting himself up the scaffolding and unsheathing Grasscutter. "You guys broke down my door. No one's just going to walk away from this fight." And the acidic smoke had Alex fearing there might not be a home or a Dad to go home to.