HP: 2, LP: 1; Condition: Fatigued
Liam cocks his head. "That's the third time he mentioned Iron Maiden."
His thoughts are interrupted by the approaching crowd. Instinct kicks in, causing him to drop into a fighting stance, his sword ready to strike.
This does not help any.
He drops his head as the people flee. "Of course. Run away from the guy who just saved you. At least they don't have produce... yet."
Liam starts to walk over to his hoverboard, when a glint of metal catches his eye. He walks over and picks it up. A communicator? Did nimrod drop this? Could be useful, if nothing else to find out where his buddies are.
He walks over and steps onto his hoverboard, then gives himself a mental Gibbs-smack for not remembering his remote control. He should really take this communicator into the lab, but no. Too many people around. Even hiding, no doubt many of them have their cell phone cameras trained on him. The last thing he needs is a video of him entering his secret hideout showing up on YouTube. He should definitely come back later after the excitement has died down.
He flies off, fiddling with the communicator, seeing if he can pick up any communications with the other "Generals."