CHAPTER TWO: attacked

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MALCOLM LAWRENCE SAT NEXT TO NICK FURY, WHO HAD STOPPED THE OTHER MAN FROM TURING ON THE RADIO THREE TIMES.

The electronic voice of the vehicle spoke. "Activating communications encryption protocol."

"Open secure line 0405." Fury said.

"This is Hill."

Malcolm turned, scanning the streets of New York. It was a habit he had picks up, something to check for danger.
He glanced back at Nick when a white police car and shown up by them, staring at Nick. 

"Want to see my lease?" Fury has asked. The siren wailed, then the two drove off, still looking at Fury. Fury drove a second after them, a white police car coming and colliding into them. The other police car backed up,  two more coming and colliding into the car.

Malcolm growled.

"Fracture detected. Recommend anesthetic injection."

A swat team truck came, jumping out. Malcolm rolled his eyes, annoyed with he dramatics of the cops. "Remind me to never, ever let you drive."

"D.C Metro Police dispatch shows no units in this area."

"Shit." He cursed, then Nick had told to her them out of there.  They shot bullets.

"Propulsion systems offline."

"Then reboot, damn it!"

Then they had brought something from he back of the truck, a large machine that had taken two to pick up.  "Fuck," Malcom cursed. "does this one automatically lock the doors?" He wanted to know before hand if he had to end up having Fury angry at him for breaking the door off.

"Warning. Window integrity compromised."

"You think? How long to propulsion?" Nick moved, Malcom moving into the backseat, but saw he cop car that was still pining them. He was really thinking about breaking the front window and crawling out. He could take some hits of the bullets and the est would be deflected  by the window. Or he hoped he could break the window that way.

"I don't think," Malcolm hissed, pressing against the door. "this is gonna work."

"Calculating. Window integrity thirty-one percent. Deploying countermeasures."

"Hold that order."

The car has been moved, could have possibly flipped from the force if it was any other car.

"Window integrity nineteen percent. Offensive measure advised."

"Wait!" The car jarred again.

"Say be word Fury and I'll wipe all these guys out."

"You'll get yourself killed."

"Window integrity one percent." The computer spoke as the machine bashed into the window.

"Okay, that's it." Malcolm growled, fangs coming out as claws did too. "I'm ripping some throats out."

"Now!" Fury yelled as Malcom hoped of of the car, ripping the-already damaged-car side apart and jumping over the vehicle. As Fury she at the guys, Malcom took a few out, knocking them out. He had even popped a few shoulders out.

"Malcolm!" Fury yelled as the car started up. The man turned, jumping in the air once again and landing on top of the vehicle, swinging himself inside as the car reversed and hit one of the cop cars. Fury was still shooting, and the cops were shouting at them. "Imitate vertical takeoff!"

"Flight systems damaged."

"The activate guidance cameras!" Fury yelled, jumping back into the driver's seat. Then he groaned on pain. "Give me the wheel."

Malcom moves into the front seat, glancing back out the window as Fury drive. Five cars chased after them. And Malcom turned, grabbing the gun and holding it out the window.

"Give me Agent Hill." Nick demanded.

"Communications array damaged."

"Is anything intact?"
"Well, whats not damaged?"
Both Malcom and Nick questioned.

"Air conditioning is fully operational."

Malcolm never thought he'd look at a car as if it was stupid. Especially a car made my SHIELD. But, he did before he turned back around, aiming the gun and firing off. The car has swerved, making him miss. "Fuck."

Two cars caught up to them, one on each side. The one of the right side, fire at them and both Nick and Malcom pushed themselves back. A red truck blocked the bullets, and the second it was gone, Fury pulled the car to collide into the car. Malcom quickly grabbed the gun, bending it as the other car caught up to them.

Malcom glared at the car next to them, pushing and colliding into them. Nick punched the man, who pulled out another gun.

"Warning. Approaching intersection."

Nick hit the breaks, while the other two cars continued to drive. A yellow Penske van hitting them and making them flip over. Nick turned sharply. "Get me off the grid!"

"Calculating route to secure location."

Someone stood in the road. And before Malcom could tell to either get out of he way or get run over, the figure lifted their hand and shoot off.
The car exploded, flipping over and skidding on the road.

"Fury, you alright?" Malcom asked, turning himself around and releasing the claws grip he had on the seat and roof to stop himself from flying out the car.

Malcom heard footsteps getting rapidly closer, so he kicked the door down, it flying feet away. Then he grabbed a hold of the top, flipping himself out. He heard Fury had escaped, he was quick to run behind the building, then climb up it-pushing himself feet into the air-.

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Malcolm has followed Nick. But, had stayed a bit behind to see if he could catch the shooter.

Then he heard gun fire, and immediately followed where it lead. He jumped across the buildings, rolling as he fell. "Bastard." He grunted, landing on the same roof.

A shield was thrown, but the man caught it. With a metal arm. Malcom likes to his side quickly, seeing Steve Rogers. And at any other moment, he probably would have freaked out at seeing the man.
The metal-armed man threw the shield back, and Malcolm moved quickly, grabbing Steve as he turned and managed to push Steve then grab the shield sigh both hands.

But, the unknown man was gone.

"Where's Fury?" He asked Steve, after the two has ran to the edge of the building to see nothing.

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Oh, so, I've got a plan, for this.
And i do plan to make the next chapter longer. Or I hope. I say that and it ends up shorter sometimes