The flying alien remained in place. He might have intervened, if not for the Abomination's mutterings about a plan. So instead of joining the melee (or ending by flying the Abomination out of atmosphere and leaving him on the moon, perhaps), the young man closed his eyes and listened. He extended his hearing as far as possible, using a mind that could process information at several times human speed to search for anything that might be amiss. Perhaps a group of cronies committing a theft, or the tell-tale tick-tock of a bomb. Anything. Everything. It would be very hard to hide anything from Mark if he put his mind to it. And right now, he did.