Re: Boston Common/Massachusetts State House (James + Open)
[Heading into a war zone was number three of Faol's top ten list of things to do not do followed by number four: sitting at home and doing nothing. Not when he could do something. That little part he kept tightly under wraps, which is why he boarded one of the ferries lacking anything that would lead back to SHIELD. Passage had been gained when he healed one of the guards visible cuts, no questions asked and none answered.
He was en route to Mass General, head tucked down under the hood of his dark green sweatshirt, using the growing shadows of buildings and doorways to keep out of sight of the roving bands of aliens. The only weapon he had was a CZ P-09 and not a lot of ammo. Conservation was key, not blowing the head off every Marauder he saw (though if he'd had a 50 cal or even the L115A3 AWM it'd be a different story). He was about to cross between streets when he saw the kid fighting.
He was doing pretty damn good on his own, but it wasn't until that last one got through his defenses to claw at him that Faol paused. The hospital, where he could be just a nameless face, or here?] Fuck. [He looked around -- the girl was still in the air -- but there were no immediate bands of Marauders close enough to give a shit. Cursing under his breath, he ran out from a doorway.
From a distance, the kid didn't look that young, but the closer he got, the more he did. Shit.] Hey, hey! Shh. You good to get behind the columns there? [Somewhere that wasn't out in the open, where they weren't human sized targets for a fresh set of aliens.]