He followed him to the shelter, coming up to one of the windows and peeking inside. He grimaced, he'd only faced one other person with powers like these before, he needed to be careful. For a moment he considered calling for backup but he doubted that would end terribly well, plus it would remove the element of stealth if a load of CIA issue helicopters suddenly turned up. He decided to try it the polite way, hoping Van wouldn't overreact, knocking on the door. "Van Rodin," he called out. "I need to have a word with you, urgently." He kept one hand on his gun as a precaution, he didn't want to get caught by surprise.