"Code red, motherfuckers, I repeat code red!" Yeah, it was completely cliche, but it turned out that's what it was. A code red. An infiltration. A few weapons caches were one thing, but a god damned helicarrier over New York City? This was some Magneto deja vu shit. But this time, it wasn't Magneto, it was H.Y.D.R.A., and they weren't here to spare lives in return for prisoners. They weren't going to spare any lives at all. Nick was already skirting injured and possibly dead bodies as he strode the flight deck, gun in one hand and bolts of electricity pouring from the other while he screamed into his ear piece. "All available agents to the Behemoth, all available agents to the Behemoth!" Even with the crew of the Behemoth already fighting, they were going to need help to deal with this swarm of terrorists. This wasn't going to be a good night.