The sound of explosions and klaxons blaring jolted Calvin Rankin from his rather peaceful slumber. He was having a damned good dream involving twins and suntan lotion, too. Clad simply in a pair of boxer-briefs made of unstable molecules (as were most of his wardrobe, including his uniforms), Calvin stumbled to the door of his small room. Slapping his right palm on the panel, the door swooshed open to reveal SHIELD troopers running past, firing behind them as they ran. The agent known as Mimic immediately sprang into action. The man's skin immediately began a transformation into organic metal as he stepped out into the hall, getting a good look at a squad of green-clad Hydra agents. KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG KLANG. The noise of Hydra bullets impacting against his steel skin was all Calvin could hear for a good five seconds until the Hydra squad ceased fire. As the smoke cleared, Calvin Rankin stood with a VERY pissed off look on his face, glaring at the squad. "You just killed yourselves."