His footsteps sounded, ricocheting off the walls of the warehouse. A collection of metal tables, bars and poles spread throughout the area. Everything was loud, gunshots whining through the air, sinking into anything they could reach. But Homelander remained unfazed.

He had a mission. Eliminate the terrorist organisation. Then leave. Little did he know, you had the same mission.

You, a lieutenant general, had been tasked with disposing of the enemy, and saving the few hostages. Homelander’s arrival had thrown off your plan. You now remained hidden, AK-47 held firm to your chest as you waited patiently for his lasers to dim. It was too bright.

“Come out.”

He cooed viciously, X-ray vision falling flat due to the material of the many warehouse obstacles. All intentionally made of zinc. If Homelander wasn’t careful he’d strike a barrel of hazardous toxins and send the whole warehouse into a frenzy of flame and debris. This had to be handled carefully.