The transport continued to sway and bounce from the crude dirt road it traveled on. It seemed like another cruel torture; consistent vibrations and the slight sway from the uneven road was enough to almost lull one to sleep until a perfectly timed pothole would interrupt. Attempting to distract himself from the temptation of sleep, Shaw listened carefully to everything. Blinded by the LED's, he had to rely on any other senses he could in order to gain the most information and the best opportunity for escape. He counted at least two others with him, although one sounded as if he was still groggy from whatever drugs they pumped into him and the other just rustled around in their seat and in what sounded like...rubber? It wasn't an ideal number but three could very well take out a facility if they were powerful enough. Hell, even one could do it with proper planning and skill. Shaw made that apparent in Boston when he destroyed a smaller facility hidden in a warehouse and let himself get captured afterwards. The best way to find all the facilities, was to get caught by the people who run them.<br/><br/>"How much further is it?" The passenger asked. He leaned forward in his seat to peer through the small slit of an opening they had as a front window. Only a small view of fog, forest and dirt road filled his vision. "The map is showing it should be right up ahead. Can't see shit in this fog though." The driver protested. Shaw's head suddenly perked up. Something didn't feel right in the air. He could almost hear the shadows screaming at him like a warning. Then he could hear it; a low buzzing sound outside the vehicle. "You hear that?" The driver asked. "Sounds like buzzing. Is it our helmets?" The passenger tapped his on its side and looked to the driver who simply shook his head. "I think its coming from..." The buzz quickly amplified to an unearthly loud shriek that practically made Shaw's ears bleed. It was so deafening he almost didn't notice the loud crashing sound that preceded the sensation of the vehicle being hit and flipped over on its side.<br/><br/>Shaw felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness. Every time he tried to get his bearings on what exactly was happening he would almost pass out again. One thing he knew for sure; he was on the floor of the transport, or at least the wall since it was flipped on its side. Then he started having more control of his consciousness. He still wore the boots, the hand restraints and the headpiece that was still blinding him with white LED light. The magnetised floor was deactivated however and the harness had been released. Outside he could hear the two SHEAR transporters.<br/><br/>"What the hell was that thing?! Talk to me Hobbs, how's that leg?" A burst of gunfire and a groan of pain followed. "Its gone all the way through! I can't walk on...LOOK OUT!" Hobbs screamed but it was too late. Another burst of gunfire interrupted by another piercing shriek followed by the last scream of dying man that trailed off in the distance. "Damnit! What the hell is going on here?!" Hobbs shouted. He grunted in pain as he tried to scoot himself towards his comrades' weapon lying on the ground a mere four feet away. Shaw took this as his golden opportunity. One Shear was dead and the other was definitely wounded. The biggest obstacles of the transport was ,deactivated and all Shaw had to do was get his hands free. He grunted as he rolled over on his back, brought his knees to his chest and tried to fit his feet on the chain that connected the two cylinder gauntlets around his hands. Shaw clamped his teeth on the metal bit in his mouth and pushed his feet hard. Pain shot up both his arms from his wrists as the gauntlets tore into his skin during his attempt. "Gah!" He grunted loudly.<br/><br/>"This head piece has to go!" He thought to himself. Shaw rolled over until he could get on his knees and shuffled his way to a wall. He leaned against it with his shoulder to gauge the distance, then reared his head back and with full force slammed his head against the wall, shattering two of the LED's by his right eye. Head throbbing with pain, Shaw shook off the disorientated feeling and had another go at the wall, breaking more of the LED's. The vision in his right eye slowly began to blur into focus. Colors, shapes and more importantly shadows took form. Shaw felt the surge of power building back up inside him. He focused his attention on the shadow his head made on the wall. Slowly it began to darken in color, almost looking alive. Shaw straightened his back an placed his arms into the shadow only to remove them shortly afterwards free and clear of the heavy hi-tech shackles. Wasting no time Shaw practically ripped off the headpiece along with the magnetic boot restraints, revealing bare feet.<br/><br/>Shaw stood feeling like a new man, as if triumphant on some return. He stretched his muscles and massaged his jaw as having a metal bit in it for so long makes the muscles and bones sore. His dark amber eyes focused and adjusted to the whatever light was left inside the transport then turned his attention towards the ballistics glass wall that once separated him from the transporters. It now lay in pieces all over the place. Shaw peaked his head into the cockpit and glanced upwards to the driver side door that was opened to the sky, which looks grey and thick with fog. Reaching both arms up he grabbed the door frame and hoisted himself out of the vehicle and onto the forest floor. Hobbs was mere paces away still crawling towards his weapon and groaning in pain from his femur bone that was sticking out. Shaw approached slowly. "What did you see?" He asked calmly. His voice was masculine and serious. Hobbs rolled to his back to face Shaw, breathing heavily through the face mask's apparatus. "It flew...it took Gibson...what are you going..." a dark obsidian spike shot up from the ground straight through Hobbs face mask, interrupting anything else he would have rambled on about then slithered back down like a receding shadow. Shaw closed his open palm and let it drop back to his side with a sigh of relief. "That'll be all Hobbs." Then Shaw glanced down at Hobbs' feet, smirking at the boots. "Those look to be just the right size."