Augustus’s titanium clad boots thudded on the ground. A few paces ahead of him was a young girl carrying a large backpack. She kept glancing back at him, panicking with every look. Something fell from her hand - a plastic do-dad - clattering as it hit concrete. “She dropped the detonator!” Augustus heard behind him. He didn’t stop. “Halt!” August bellowed, his voice augmented by his MJOLNIR. The girl ran into the subway, but realised her mistake as she ran into the wall at the end of the platform. Her back pressed tightly against it. Augustus stopped in front of her, magnum raised. “That’s cold.”