There's No "I" in Terrori- ... (MSBM)

Brian had been called for the mission around an hour ago. Suffice to say Brian was shocked that after quite awhile he finally got a call. Sucked for Brian though, he had planned to go eat a pretzel and see the new Galaxy Slaughter movie. Well that didn't at least now he was going to earn his money. This time he was prepared. He had shirt and pants this time.

At the moment he was being flown to the location, being held by Kyte. Seemed like they were going to crush a terrorist group. Brian was fine with the latter part but why did he have to be flown in this way. He sighed.

"Well of course you would like it, now you can brag that you really carried the team this mission." Brian pointed out. "So we're gonna be knocking some heads around today? You haven't told me what exactly we are doing. You kind of just plucked me out of the line to the restroom?"

Brian looked at Kyte when he asked if he could survive a 200 ft drop onto concrete. Brian thought for a moment. "Never really tried it, honestly. Pretty sure I could survive it." Brian said nonchalantly. In all honesty the highest he ever fell was around 150 but then he had a building to get in the way when he helped fight a giant monster.

Realizing what Kyte was insinuation Brian looked up at the leader. "You better not be thinking what I think you are thinking." Brian growled. He wasn't sure he could die but it didn't mean he was one to test the theory.

Brian was relieved that he wasn't going to be dropped from 200 feet in the air. Instead he was placed lightly on the ground. Brian sighed. He didn't want to go splat on the concrete. Or crush the bridge along with him. So it was good to be back on the ground. Looking up he scanned the area. He realized that their arrival hadn't gone unnoticed. Gun fire could be heard as bullets would whiz through the air at the two metahumans.

Without a word Brian's armor formed upon his skin. His 4 inch thick iron armor covered his body making the bullets that flew through the air bounce off his armor harmlessly. With that he placed his hand on one of the police vehicles that had been abandoned in the retreat and with ease. As though he was tossing a ball he would throw the car at the terrorists. The car would beautifully fly through the air at where some of the terrorist, in this case 3 were aiming down Brian and Kyte. They barely had time to react before they were crushed behind the car. Those who didn't die from the impact definitely were incapacitated.

"You call this sticky? I call it Thursday." Brian laughed before making his way down the bridge as well. He could run and smash everything in his path, but urgency wasn't something documented in the mission notes. Just simple elimination.

Brian shrugged. "It's whatever it needs to be to get the job done." Brian continued to walk, other than throwing a few cars he really didn't have any other form of attack. Most of the terrorists were quite a ways away. Not only that, Brian had no real way of catching up to them if they ran. So he chose not to rush it. Though midway towards the middle of the bridge someone was able to avoid Kyte's bullets and closed in on Brian.

Brian needless to say was surprised. He didn't think anyone had the balls to come up on him like this. The terrorist opened his mouth and and shirt. Though before he could scream or hit the detonator to the bomb strapped to his chest a 20 ton punch came flying through the air smashing his skull and sending him flying back to the other end of the bridge. Brian had been so shocked by the terrorist's appearance he threw the punch without thinking. He didn't even have the thought to hold back.

At the blow most of the gunfire stopped. A good 30% of terrorists just stood there. They were shocked. Some might have known that their friend was a bomber and was just shocked he was knocked out before he could go boom. While others were shocked at the distance he was sent flying. One thing was for sure, the guy was definitely dead. Brian looked over at Kyte, he then shrugged. "I guess no one told them to not sneak up on me."

Brian finally getting to the barricade, would jump over it like a kid would hop a fence. There wasn't anything on there that could hurt him so it was easy enough. When they said something about reunifying California with the US. Personally Brian couldn't care less about the unifying of the US, he had a job to do.

Moving passed the leader he would make his way towards the one who said that. They trembled at the sight of the metal man who sent their comrade flying to the other side of the bridge in one punch. He was too scared to move when Brian approached him. Once Brian got withing 5 feet he stopped walking. "I'm sorry but I think you made a mistake." With that he would strike the man in the jaw with enough force to knock him out. "Now you're little group is gonna have a taste of the iron fist."

Once the guy went down, Brian jumped towards a group of terrorist holding machine guns. Using enough force to fire himself at the group. The strength in Brian's legs shot him like a bullet at the group catching them off guard. With the strength of of 10 men he would strike each and every member of the group. His blows were strong enough to break bones under the bulletproof vests. When he was done he would look up to see some more terrorist approaching. Seems like they called reinforcements.

Brian watched as the reinforcements arrived. He sighed as he watched tanks and rpgs roll in. HOW THE HELL DID THEY HAVE TANKS? He thought this was some small terrorist cell. Did they raid an armory before they got here? Or did they have a backer somewhere. Either way it looked like Brian was gonna have to teach them why they shouldn't bring rpgs to a fist fight.

Instantly as they rolled in Brian's armor fell apart. With Kyte in the air to distract Brian didn't feel a need to wear the armor anymore. With those rpgs the iron would slow him down. Taking a deep breath his mind began to give his body orders. Telling it to burn his excess fat in order to increase the energy pulsating throughout his body. He was going to need it for this. Controlling both his brain and his hormones he began to slow his perception of time. With it every detail of the next few minutes would become as apparent as a large pimple on your High School crushes nose.

"Time to switch to DPS, then"

With a kick off using around 10 tons of force, Brian fired off at the first guy holding a rpg. The man wasn't paying any attention to Brian but more so to Kyte. So he never even noticed when a man moving like a train smash their fist into his head. He never even got to have his moment in the air as he was already dead before his feet completely left the ground. Midway he dropped his rpg which was what Brian wanted.

Grabbing it Brian began to fire it at the terrorist or at least in their direction. The gun only had one shot left. Though it was enough to kill one group. By the time the others would turn their head at Brian, Brian would have already rushed to another group. Grabbing a new weapon to dispatch the next group or the current group. With Brian's enhanced senses by basically jacking his brain and hormone production he was able to react and defeat multiple rpg-armed terrorists before they could get a good aim on him.

As he ran through he tore through the group of terrorists. His monstrous strength cutting through them like butter. Bullets whizzed passed and cut at Brian's skin as he approached. Though thanks to his healing factor it only ended at cut clothes. In a moment all of the terrorists armed with rpgs were dead. Brian on the other hand reapplied his armor but this time it was titanium and looked up at Kyte. Using all that energy put him in a predicament. His body would be focused repairing from the strain of jump-starting his senses to the superhuman level making his healing factor pretty much dead for the most part.

Brian continued to fight off the terrorist. His strength was more than enough to defeat his opponents. He didn't even need his healing factor now that he was clad in armor made of titanium. He struck each terrorist knocking them out with a single blow. His progress across the bridge had been slowed after jump starting his senses.

So he was striking down terrorists, knocking them out or killing them. He wasn't going to able to make too much progress with his healing factor down. All he could do now was knock out every thing he could as he made his way down the bridge, slowly but surely.