"Hey, guys," Talpert said, clearing his throat. "I think I know who this mud-man guy is."<br/><br/>He still held his gun awkwardly, as though it didn't want to be in his hands. His suit, which had been nice once upon a time, was spotted with sweat stains and jungle dirt. He had pitched the tie and coat at some point in their trek, and the dress shirt and slacks were beyond the skills of even the most talented dry cleaner.<br/><br/>"The Major had us do a lot of research on the Defenders. You know, their encounters, what kind of press reaction they got, that kind of thing. Well, I remember now they had a run in with a bad guy who sounds a lot like Mr. Muddy. He called himself the Elemental. He's a real bad-ass, even gave the Defenders a tough time. I think ... well, I think we should get the hell out of here."