"It's gonna happen." He touches something else on his belt, just a brush of fingers - it's a flash grenade. Harmless, but bright enough to temporarily blind. All he needs is the distraction. He knows exactly how many seconds he's got before it goes off. "So when this is over, you can hold me to that too."

James moves as quickly as his enhancements allow, lifting the flash grenade from his belt to toss it into the air between them. He turns to bolt into the nearest doorway and thinks of shipyards, a maze of large containers to get lost in.