"What do you mean it's gone?" the President demanded. At least a hundred heroes were protecting that convoy, and its contents were gone. Their agents had scoured every inch of the highway looking for evidence to find out anything, but they found nothing. Every eyewitness at the scene was either dead or missing, so no one could accurately tell her what happened. Even stranger was that the trucks were still there, it was the containers that were empty.

"Exactly what I mean Madam President, there's no gas here," Gecko replied over the phone. The moment he got the call that the convoy was under attack, he ordered every available hero to get to the convoy. It was for naught, of course, all the attackers were already gone when they arrived. And to think Night Owl said he would handle it, some security.

"Do we have any trackers on it?"

"Negative mam, they were all placed on the empty containers."

It would seem their saboteur had struck again. The president sighed, as she covered her face with her hand. It was clear more extreme measures would have to be taken to weed them out.

"What about the attackers?"

"That's the worrying part, mam, we found a 105mm shell lodged into Rockslide. Whoever they are they were packing some serious firepower."

Gecko could feel the amount of paperwork having to explain that later. Especially after they found missile fragments as well. By his guess, they were possibly from an RPG or a helicopter. It made him wonder what else they had because tanks and gunships were clearly on the table.

"Any bodies?"

"None, they must have taken their dead. Even stranger, I don't think they used quirks."

That had the President pause for a moment. She had received the report from Techno earlier about this group, the MSF, and they seemed to use a lot of guns. So that could mean one of two things, either this group willing chose to not use quirks, in which case possible extremists. Or they were those with weak powers. It wasn't much but any information could help, after all, if they could identify the quirk they could identify the man.

"What about the man with the eye patch, was he present?"

"We're not sure mam, but I'd assume yes."

"Hmm, call me when you find something else."

"Understood mam."

With that she hung up, returning to the file in front of her. It was a worrying report, this MSF had begun making a reputation for themselves in the region. Refugee work, humanitarian aid, animal conservation, busting human trafficking rings, if the general public knew about this then there would be a frenzy. They were already working overtime to keep these conflicts a secret, but their control over the area was slipping. Day by day, more of the third world turned away from heroes, and now this MSF gave them a replacement. They were her worst nightmare, mercenaries with a code.

"Is it secure?" Night Owl asked, the other end of the phone taking a minute to respond. He sat at the same cafe as the day before, it really was a nice place. And everything had gone according to plan. His contacts had swapped the gas in the convoy before departing, it was incredible what a little money could accomplish. Snake had fallen for the ruse and killed off some random heroes, the HPSC was none the wiser, and he had enough fuel for his experiments.

"It just arrived at the checkpoint."

"Good, your payment has already been wired."

"Anything else?"

"Ooooh, reliable customer service, I knew there was a reason I chose you. For now, no. However, I need you to scout out a location for me in six months."

"That'll cost you."

"And I can afford it."

"Well, a pleasure doing business with you."

He hung up then, enjoying the rest of his scones as he turned to the news on the TV. Another report about The Final Truth's raid on Genetitech. Night Owl was going to have fun with this, especially with the President so blinded by profit. They had all assumed the target was the financial data, but they were wrong. He had enough money as it was, another forty billion wouldn't change that. No, he got something far more valuable, their research. Oh, the things he could do with that.

But that like many things was for later. He then took another bite from his scone. How the hell did they make it this good, he swore he would have to open a franchise of it back home. If not a franchise then maybe he could steal the recipe.

Snake walked off the helicopter bruised and beaten, the other members of MSF following him. Where the hell was that gas? Their intel said it would be there, but now Snake could only watch at the results of their mistake. Ten men were dead, and another twenty-five were wounded, all of them being lifted out of the helicopters on gurneys. That wasn't even counting the number of dead heroes. Their bullets hit the costumes like a knife through toilet paper.

Some of the heroes didn't even look older than twenty, yet here they were, being cut down by the faceless soldier. Now that he thought about it, Snake saw one of two different types of heroes on the field. One was the dangerously powerful hero, the one that took two gunships and a 105mm cannon to put down. The more dangerous of the two. The second, however, seemed to be the most common, the weak-powered hero.

He remembered the hero he choked out earlier, the hero with no ranged capabilities. Trapped behind cover for the entirety of the firefight, unable to do anything to fight back. These heroes were genuine cannon fodder. Snake was wondering who in their right mind sent them out into the field. Their uniforms were like paper, their powers focused on close-quarters combat, and some of them seemed inexperienced. They were the last kind of people you wanted protecting a valuable convoy.

It made Snake ponder what training heroes went through. His own had been extreme, the Boss had put him through the wringer. Everything from marksmanship and CQC, to how to safely cook a treefrog. If these were the guys that replaced the military, then their training would have to be similar. Right? If not, there was a genuine issue for one glaringly obvious reason. How were villains losing, if these were the heroes fighting them? He didn't have time to think about this, as he entered the meeting room with Kaz.

"What now? It's clear they're onto us." Snake asked, looking at Kaz.

"I'm not sure, I have an idea but nothing more."

"At this point, an idea is better than nothing," Snake replied, whipping out a cigar. Kaz held out a lighter in front of Snake, which he accepted.

"I had Strangelove do some digging while you were out. Specifically on large money transfers in the area at the time." he then grabbed a nearby document that listed financial transfers. It didn't seem strange at first, but a hundred different accounts all transferred money to one at the same time. Its contents jumped from zero to five billion in seconds.

"It was too convenient to leave up to chance so we looked deeper and found a location, an auto shop in Jerusalem."

"You think we should go investigate?"

"No, we got an invitation."

Snake looked at him for a moment. An invitation?

"You made contact with them?"

"More they made contact with us. Said they had goods if we wanted to pay."

Snake took a puff of his cigar as he thought about it. This could just be a case of fraud in the area, but the timing was too much of a coincidence. It seemed suspicious, but it was the best shot they had at the moment. It was this, or wait another three months until they could find something.

"They say anything else?"

"Something about an offer we couldn't refuse."

"DD stay!" Midoriya called out, a bag of treats in his hand. DD then stayed put, looking up at the boy for a treat.

"Sit!"

And DD sat, obeying his every word. Like Midoriya, DD was a surprisingly fast learner.

"Roll over!"

Finally, he rolled over, causing Midoriya to giggle as he gave the puppy a treat. DD licked the crumbs off of his hand then, with Midoriya then petting DD. The name DD itself was Midoriya's idea, but only because Snake's wasn't the best. Like with members of MSF Snake thought it should be like a code name. And since DD had arrived with a diamond, and was a dog, he fell onto the name Diamond Dog.

It was shot down by Midoriya, instead shortening it to the better name of DD. When they arrived back at Mother Base, Snake had put Miller to work training DD. All due to one conversation about where they wanted to retire. After a month, they had then returned DD to Midoriya, who had fashioned the puppy an eyepatch. Anywhere he went, DD was with him. They played catch, napped, and most importantly, completed a mission.

For Paz had betrayed Midoriya's trust. She had taken away his cookie. It was an unforgivable sin, that must be fixed. So in the middle of the night, he began his mission. He snuck through the halls, avoiding the night watch on patrol. Going all the way to the mess hall, he found his target. There was one error, a guard was on break.

The guard sat at a lone table sipping away at some coffee with a magazine in hand, unaware of their presence. Yet his gaze was facing the countertop, where his cookie was being held. So they went into action, Midoriya sending DD to distract the guard. The guard became distracted as he heard the small bark of the puppy.

"Huh, aww, look at you! Such a good boy."

The guard then petted DD, oblivious to what was going on. Midoriya quietly pulled over a stool, looking over to ensure the guard wasn't watching. Instead, his focus was stuck on DD, giving Midoriya his opportunity. He climbed the stool, finding his cookie in a plastic bag on the counter. He grabbed it and made his way off the stool, the mission was nearly complete. He went back over to the door, and DD soon followed, the guard returning to his coffee.

All that was left was to return to his room. He could see the door he was almost there, but then, Snake stepped out of the room with Paz.

"I swear I put him to bed," Paz told him.

"Yeah well seems he snuck out."

They were heading his way, looking for somewhere to hide, he found a palette of boxes in the next hall. DD followed him as he found and hid in an empty box. He heard the footsteps making their way over to him, and he stayed as quiet as possible. They were next to him now, with one pair of footsteps continuing forward. The other stopped near the box. He thought he was caught, but the footsteps came back.

"I just can't tell where he would be," Snake said, as he walked and tried to catch up to Paz. This caused Midoriya to snicker. He had escaped and was undetected. Midoriya lifted the box slowly, unaware of Snake looking back at him with a small smile. He reached his room with DD celebrating the mission's success. And with his celebration, he enjoyed his cookie, before falling asleep, with DD next to him.

The auto shop was surprisingly clean, pristine white tiles covered its ground. Fancy pieces of artwork decorated the walls, with the lobby resembling a hotel more than a mechanic. That was the first clue telling Snake something was off. The second was the lack of people in the room. No customers waited in the area, and now cars came to be fixed. It was empty.

Miller looked around the rest of the room, with both of them searching the area. The surrounding rooms were decorated just as lavishly as the lobby. The break room had a Van Goh painting on the wall, and a Roman sculpture in the corner. An office held a massive topiary, with a terracotta warrior holding a rake. Then there was the garage.

It looked like any other repair shop, with wide open space, a small pit in the ground for oil changes, and a box of tools off to the side. There was only one thing out of place, the massive tank in the center. By his best guess, it had a 120mm gun with, a smooth bore as he examined the barrel. The rear held a back door, guarded by two obstructions on the sides.

"What do you think?" a voice rang out. Snake whipped around his sidearm drawn. His eye looking for the source.

"They call it the Merkava. It was a bitch to procure, but I think it was worth the price."

He found the source of the voice. A man stood behind him, his black hair slicked back. He wore a button-up white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A black business tie and black pants added an air of professionalism to the man.

"So, you're this Big Boss I've been hearing about." the man spoke, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. Snake still kept his gun trained, still unsure of what his power may be.

"And you are?" Snake demanded, Miller now standing next to him. The man couldn't help but chuckle a little, putting his hands down. He strolled over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, all the while keeping his eye on Snake.

"Call me what I am BB," he produced three glasses from the cabinet before he poured himself a drink. He poured the other two for Snake and Kaz, coming up and offering the drink.

"I'm the Broker."

"Broker huh?"

Miller stepped forward, accepting the glass from The Broker. He only drank when he saw the man take a swig.

"You're the man who contacted us?" Miller asked.

"That I am, and I gotta say, you have been making waves all over the underworld." The Broker replied, making his way to a nearby office chair. He took a seat and kicked up his feet on a nearby table.

"In a matter of months, your group has done what villains have tried for over two hundred years. Pissing off the biggest fish in the sea, and getting away with it."

"You mean the HPSC?"

"That I am, everyone else who tried it was vilified on live TV and crushed in a matter of weeks. Either that or silenced in the middle of the night." Broker took another drink from his glass, taking a minute to savor the flavor.

"Yet here you are, the man himself standing in my shop."

Snake eventually accepted the glass, putting his sidearm away. He found another chair nearby and after checking it over, sat down.

"Why did you contact us?" Snake asked.

"Business," The Broker replied, "I've got something you want, so why not profit a little."

"And what would that be?"

"Come now Big Boss, I can't just give it away for free. The best you'll get is a hint."

"Are you going to keep wasting time?" Miller demanded.

"Depends, how much time you got?" The Broker replied, turning to him. He held out his arm and motioned to the nearby tank.

"After all I saw you admiring this beauty, you looking to purchase?"

Snake only glared at the man, as The Broker finished off his drink. He set the glass down with an almost gentle care, before leaning back in his chair.

"How about this, one hundred and five million dollars for thirty of those tanks, and another five million for the intel."

Snake became shocked by the amount of money, but kept his face stone cold. That much for intel, then again it was offering tanks as well. The amount of information already found in the Abrams Snake stole was useful, especially the equipment inside it. He looked over to Kaz, with his second in command coming to the same conclusion.

"Two million for the intel, the tank price stays the same," Snake stated.

"Four." The Broker countered

"Two point five." Snake rebuked.

"Three."

"Deal."

The Broker held out his hand, and Snake cautiously shook it. Broker then started digging in a nearby drawer, bringing out a paper map. It had several labels and scribbles over it detailing drop zones, for cash.

"I expect payment by Friday, at this location." He then pointed at the map, right on the border of the West Strip. With Miller taking note of the spot, The Broker put it away.

"Now, for the part you're here for," Broker began, "know anyone by the name of Night Owl?"

Snake's silent attention gave him his answer.

"Thought so, word on the street is that he's heading to Venezuela, can't tell you why, but the HPSC was spotted colluding with the Los Hermanos cartel recently."

"The Brothers?" Snake questioned. He heard about the cartel before, with one of MSF's first scouting missions in this new dimension.

"That's all I can tell you I'm afraid, on account of client secret confidentiality."

"So it was you who moved the gas."

"Heh, I can neither confirm nor deny BB."

The meeting was done, and The Broker stood up. He made his way over to the door with Snake and Miller watching him as he went.

"A pleasure doing business with you Boss, if there's anything else, you know where to reach me."

He fully left the room then, leaving only Snake and Kaz. They both looked at the tank that was now theirs, as they thought up their next course of action.

"We have the capability of reaching Venezuela?" Snake asked.

"For short-term missions? Yeah, it's the longer missions that are going to be more difficult. We were already pushing it with the Middle East, but the logistics aren't feasible for South America."

Snake pulled out a cigar, and lit it up. He pondered the point for a minute before looking back at Kaz. What they needed was a secondary base of operations, something closer to their new area of operations. Ensuring a more efficient logistical network.

"How long will it take to set up a FOB?" Snake asked, taking a puff from his cigar. Miller thought for a moment as he did the math. It was a complex task, one that would take a lot of resources.

"A year at best, possibly two at worst. We'd need a massive expansion of personnel if we are to go through with this. Though with the amount of warzones in the world, I don't think that'll be a problem." Kaz replied.

"Are you almost done yet?" Tidal Wave asked.

"Be patient, would you! This isn't an art." Fireball countered. His hands were superheated with his quirk. Both hands were placed on the lock mechanism on their cell door. Slowly but surely they could see it begin to glow, the heat weakening the metal. Out of the corner of his eye, Fireball saw Zadornov watching in amazement, but also disappointment.

"I told you, escape isn't going to work," Zadornov told them. He would know, he already escaped a few times. Each ended with Snake finding and recapturing him within the day. Even if Snake didn't find him, it would have been futile to do anything but hide. Unless they had a boat or knew how to fly a helicopter, then they were stuck on Mother Base. The heroes didn't seem to listen when he told them this, instead focusing on breaking the lock.

"Almost… Yes!" The lock was now a weakened molten piece of metal. Fireball then started slamming into the door, using his weight to add stress to the lock. The lock finally broke after five minutes, with Fireball pushing the door open. They both exited the cell and did the same thing for the other two Elementals.

"Feels good to finally be out." Turbulence commented, stretching in the hall.

"You can stretch later, come on let's go!" Quicksand ordered.

"Wait!" they turned to the voice that called them, they were in the far back. It was one of the heroes from Israel. The man's hero costume was torn and bloody, they didn't look any older than eighteen. He looked back at them pleadingly. "What about the rest of us? You got to get us out of here."

"Heh, fat bet pal, you're on your own," Fireball replied, turning away. The rest of the Elementals followed him, as the other heroes in the cell called out to them.

"Please!"

All the while, they were ignored. They reached the end of the hallway, finding it crowded with soldiers. Dozens carrying rifles, random crates or just chilling in the halls. None spotted them luckily, but it was too crowded to sneak by.

"Shit, that's a lotta villains." Turbulence said, carefully closing the door in front of them.

"If I'm correct, we've got thirty seconds before the next patrol passes our cell," Quicksand stated.

"When the hell did you become an escape artist?" Tidal Wave asked.

"It's amazing what one can learn while drunk."

"Well then Houdini, what's your next great trick." Fireball inquired.

Quicksand pointed up at the ceiling, the rest of them laying their eyes on a vent. Turbulence understanding what he meant, pulled the vent down with a gust of wind. One by one Quicksand boosted them up before they pulled him into the vent. It was impossible to move freely. Every action had to be tactfully planned before they moved. Always scouting the area for turns and fans that might force them to backpedal. They had barely made it anywhere when the alarms finally started ringing. Shouting filled the hallways below.

"They're in the vents!"

Next thing they knew the vent behind them popped open, and a smoke grenade was tossed through. They held their breath as best they could, Turbulence using his quirk to blow some of the smoke away. The Elementals kept moving forward, even as the smoke changed to flash bangs, then fragmentation grenades. They finally found an empty room, narrowly avoiding another grenade. All its lights were off but they could hear a faint breathing in the room.

They opened the vent quietly and jumped out after each other. Fireball found the door and peeked out, the soldiers were still scrambling to find them.

"Ah, shit, where the hell is the exit to this damn place?" Fireball asked.

"Weren't you listening? Were in the middle of the damn ocean, there is no exit." Tidal Wave replied.

"I mean an exit that leads outside dipshit."

"Would the both of you shut up? What we need to find is a phone, then we can call for a ride outta this place." Quicksand told them. Fireball was about to look back out the door again when he heard a yawn. It was small and childish and it came from the back of the room.

"Wait a minute." Fireball mused out loud. The two that interrogated them showed them a picture of the brat they kidnapped. His hand searched for a light switch on the wall, finally finding it. He smacked it, the lights turning on instantly as he was greeted by the smiling face of All Might everywhere, and a small head of green hair in a bed.

"Holy shit," Tidal Wave said, now staring at the slowly waking child. Already a plan made its way into his head, as he walked up and yanked the kid out of the bed. It woke him up immediately, the child crying out a little before Tidal Wave covered his mouth.

"Boys, I think we found ourselves an opportunity." he tossed the kid like a ragdoll to Fireball. Fireball grabbed him and ignited his hand. The once struggling child stopped when he felt the heat near his face. It was at just the right moment too. The door to the room burst open, a dozen soldiers filing into the room, only to stop when they saw what was happening.

"Drop your weapons! Now!" Tidal Wave ordered. The soldiers' eyes fell upon the kid, witnessing the terror on his face. Somberly they let go of their rifles, with Turbulence and Quicksand approaching them. They fell to the ground as they were beaten. Turbulence removed the air from their lungs, Quicksand turned his hands to rock and simply punched them to death. Tidal Wave turned his arm to water and drowned them, shoving tons of water into their lungs.

They didn't resist, unwilling to endanger the child. The Elementals then left the room, entering the hallway, forcing all the soldiers back as they threatened the kid. They killed off more of them on the way, going somewhere. They knew they were on borrowed time, at any moment one of these soldiers could find the chance they needed. The Elementals kept moving through the base finding an area labeled R&D. They entered the room loudly, breaking down the door.

A woman with white hair and a man in a wheelchair gasped as they watched them enter. Both raised their hands when they saw the child. Quicksand then looked around the room for anything they could use, spotting a phone on an engineering desk. He grabbed it quickly, not noticing the white-haired woman type something behind him.

"Let's go," Quicksand told them, making his way to the exit. He and the others prepared to kill the rest of the guards when Fireball shouted out in pain.

"AGH!" A one-eyed dog had its jaws around his hand, and his grasp on the kid slipped. The kid hit the ground and kicked Fireball in the crotch. The hero keeled over as the dog let go, being caught by the now-running kid.

"He's clear! Fire!"

They barely had time to react, the hail of bullets pounded into the walls near them as they ran.

"Kill these bastards!" one of the soldiers shouted. Mercy it seemed, was no longer an option. They ran through the halls killing any soldier they could before taking a different turn. They burst through the final door, finding themselves on the roof of the base. Sure enough, they were in the middle of the ocean. The Elementals gazed out over the vast platforms, hundreds of soldiers running to where they were.

Sparing no time, Fireball melted the lock into place, with Tidal Wave quickly cooling it off. Quicksand pulled out the phone and turned it on. He rushed to the phone app and put in their HPSC rep's number. The call started up and Quicksand waited for a response.

"Ah, shit." Tidal Wave spoke up, drawing away Quicksand's attention. He followed his gaze and found a small black dot on the horizon getting closer. A helicopter.

"Uh, Turb?" Fireball said.

"Yeah yeah, I'm on it."

He activated his quirk, manipulating the wind near the helicopter as it flew closer. It started moving around erratically, the pilot trying his best to stabilize the vehicle. It would lose too much altitude and crash into one of the platforms. They didn't spot the survivors exiting the crashed helicopter, or the furious man with an eye patch. Instead, Turbulence focused on a different helicopter, a gunship trying to take off. He manipulated the wind around it and threw it off the platform and into the sea, its occupants drowning.

"Come on, pick up damn it!" Quicksand received the same message again, stating that the line couldn't be reached. He called it again, sitting through its messages for someone on the other end to pick up. All that mattered, was that the call was going through.

"Come on! Go! Go! Go!" a soldier shouted nearby. All of them were going to the same place. The same for Snake. He had pulled Kaz and Pequod out of the burning helicopter, the green hero on the helipad essentially throwing his helicopter out of the sky. With his MRS rifle in hand, he charged forward with the rest of his men, running up the vast array of stairs in the base. Reaching the top he found dozens of them waiting near the entrance to the helipad. He found Striker Osprey there as well, talking with the other staff

"Does anyone have any flashbangs?"

"I sent Flaming Buffalo to go get some, she should be back soon."

"Ugh, that'll take too long!"

"I have some smoke grenades, but I don't think these will work as… Boss!"

They looked at the man expectantly as he stood there.

"Sitrep?" he ordered them.

"Four heroes sir, The Elementals if I'm correct," Osprey responded, "the area ahead is effectively a Killzone, due to the door forcing us to move in one at a time."

Snake thought for a moment. It was clear going through the front wouldn't work, so he thought of something different.

"Hold the line here, I'm going to check something." he ordered, with the soldiers responding with "Yes Boss". He made his way down the hall until he found what he was looking for, a room with balcony access. From the balcony, he looked up at the helipad trying to find an alternate path. An industrial pipe was his best bet, as he spotted one nearby. It went right next to a ventilation shaft he could walk over. Carefully, he jumped over the pipe, sliding down before he got a good grip.

He would then climb up, slowly. Seconds ticked by as he made his way to the top, shifting and landing on the ventilation. He walked as quietly as possible so as to not alert the heroes, nearing the edge of the helipad. Preparing himself, he waited for the wind hero to stop using their power. The moment arrived quickly, he pulled himself up and quickly rolled forward. The heroes were caught off guard, and he aimed his rifle.

The wind hero looked weak and disheveled now, using the last of his strength to blow the rifle out of Snake's hands. The MRS was effectively yanked out of his hands as Snake watched it fall. He turned back and narrowly avoided a punch from Quicksand, the hero's fist turned into a hard rock.

"So, you were the guy keeping us here," Quicksand spoke glaring at Snake.

"You think you could keep us here forever villain!" Tidal Wave shouted.

"I am gonna burn you alive for keeping us here!"

The four heroes circled Snake, all of them eager for a fight and some payback. For as tired as Turbulence was he could still at least stand. He was, however, the most dangerous. The moment he recovered enough, he could simply throw Snake off the platform. It made him his first target.

Snake ran at him, catching Turbulence's leg as the man tried to kick him. He bent it backward into itself, before throwing a strike at a pressure point. Turbulence saw this and shifted his body avoiding the blow. Snake tried again, only to be interrupted by Fireball, letting go of Turbulence. The flaming hero through a punch at Snake's head, his fist on fire.

"Burn damn you!"

Snake lifted his arm to block it, feeling the fire singe his skin. Not letting Fireball try again, Snake grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a headbutt. The hero staggered back, clutching his nose before Tidal Wave came rushing forward with Quicksand. They both punched Snake in the gut, Quicksand with his fist as a rock. Quicksand changed his leg into rock and tried to kick Snake, while Tidal Wave through an uppercut. Snake leaned back and lifted his leg, Tidal Wave's fist missing his chin, and Snake blocking Quicksand's kick. With lightning speed, he stomped his foot down, crushing Quicksand's leg as it reverted to normal just as he felt heat behind his head.

His hair burned as he ducked, Fireball's fist missing him. Snake grabbed his wrist again and lifted him by the arm. With the momentum gained, he threw Fireball at the still-close Tidal Wave. The man collided with his ally and they fell to the ground. With them temporarily dealt with, Snake returned his attention to Turbulence. The hero charged at him with a punch of his own, Snake feeling a slight breeze before he was launched back. He skimmed across the helipad on his back, feeling the floor peel away his skin. He stopped at the edge of the pad, quickly trying to get back up. Instead, he felt another breeze and was pushed off the ledge.

His hand reached out and grabbed the ledge before he could fall too far. His body slammed into the metal girders holding the platform up. He heard footsteps as Turbulence closed the gap, standing right over Snake. He prepared to use his quirk again, and Snake felt another breeze. With barely a second Snake swept out the hero's legs, before pulling him over the ledge. With Turbulence now falling beneath him, the gust of wind hit the wrong direction and launched Snake back onto the helipad. He staggered and got back up, facing down the final three heroes.

Fireball angrily charged him, throwing a flaming somersault kick that Snake sidestepped. He grabbed the hero's face and swept out his legs slamming him into the ground. He then dodged another kick from Tidal Wave, before the hero shifted his hands to water. He threw punches at Snake willy-nilly, trying to land any hit. Snake would focus on blocking them, shielding his body with his arms, as the water hit his suit. The hero redirected the water to try to drown Snake, but he didn't move fast enough. Snake finished him, by throwing a solid punch to the hero's jugular, breaking his Adam's apple.

"You bastard!" Fireball shouted, with the hero now back up, "Why won't you die!"

He threw his flaming fists at Snake, expecting to hit him. He was surprised when he missed, and Snake threw a counterpunch at his jaw. The hero staggered back, and Snake prepared to throw his fist again, only for Quicksand to hit him on the back of the head. Snake felt his head go fuzzy as he turned and kicked Quicksand, nailing him in the gut. He is then forced to turn back and throws another punch at Fireball. He would repeatedly turn between the two heroes, throwing punches and kicks.

Finally, he had Fireball on the ropes. He socked Quicksand in the jaw once more before turning to Fireball. The hero had been pushed to the ledge of the helipad, and wasting no time, Snake kicked him in the chest. The hero fell back shouting as he did so. All that was left, was Quicksand. The final hero attempted to grapple Snake, turning his arms to stone and squeezing. Snake struggled to break free as he felt the rocks crushing his ribs in the hold. He did so when hitting Quicksand's crushed leg with his foot.

The hero's grip loosened and Snake broke free. He grabbed the hero's arm before lifting him overhead and slamming him into the ground. The hero's neck made contact with the ground, and a sickly snap was heard. Snake just stood there for a moment, absorbing the fight that had taken place. He then fell to his knees, feeling the pain as his adrenaline ran out. Painfully Snake reached to activate his codec, calling the security outside.

"Threat neutralized."