“So we’re sure she’s here?” Hughie asked as the group looked at a large building, one of Vought’s many labs. “Yeah, if they ain’t just blowin’ smoke up everyone’s asses.” Butcher replied, accent thick. Soldier Boy’s eyes remained fixated on the building, his jaw set in a mix of rage and anticipation.

“Alright, can we get on with this? I don’t much fancy another run of getting shot at.” Frenchie spoke, Kimiko nodding while standing by his side.

So, the group set off towards the building to hopefully break it without alerting anyone that they were there.

Butcher, Hughie and MM entered the building with stealth, Soldier Boy not far behind. Kimiko and Frenchie were watching the door. MM, who wasn’t thrilled to be assisting Soldier Boy in any fashion, grunted. “What damn number was it?”

Butcher turned, rolling his eyes. “I’ve told ya’ four freaking times already will you listen up this time yeah?” His British accent thick, the irritation present. MM went to talk back but thought better of it. “Good, it’s 332–A.”

“Woah, woah, where ya’ headed there Soldier Boy?” Butcher asked, quirking a brow.

After exchanging looks, the rest of the group shrugs and follows the supe in this direction—though keeping a few steps behind.