The sergeant of the squad had a hesitant look on his eyes and commanded his men to wait for the smoke to clear and then begin firing again. When at last Agent Mimic drifted into focus there was a slight gasp of surprise from his lips. “Mutant? Kill the Mutant! Hail Hydra!” Frantically the squad began trying to reload their weapons, actual fear showering on the faces of some of the men. How was this possible for a man to become living metal?! The sergant himself was less impressed. He was raised in the ranks of glorious Hydra, and it would take more than one lousy mutie scum to rankle his boots. He pulled off a grenade from his side and tossed it at Calvin with a sneer. “Now Die.”