“Holy s**t!” one of the gunmen yelled. “It's the Crawler! It's the fuggin' Nightcrawler!”
“Kill the son of a b***h!”
The gangsters pulled their weapons and opened fire. Only the figure grabbed the two men by their lapels and slammed them together, using them as a shield. They absorbed over a dozen shots before wilting, causing their cohorts to cease fire. It gave the shape enough time to toss a small concussion grenade into their midst. When it exploded, it emitted a thick smoke screen that Castor and Pollux were unable to see through.
“Shoot the bastard!” Castor pulled an Uzi from a utility belt beneath his suit jacket.
“Our boys are in there!” Pollux protested.
“That's the Nightcrawler! Kill the motherfugga!”
“You do it!” Pollux fell back. “I need to signal our guys to grease those
