"I've got eyes on one of them. He's taking out a hot dog stand." There was ketchup and mustard literally everywhere, spraying in wide arcs as the speedster laughed and shot at it. Several terrified people sat in a car nearby, and every so often he swung toward them with the pulse rifle and yelled at them not to move.

Coulson crouched down behind a minivan, peeking out around the side. "I count six hostages in a nearby vehicle. I'm not going to be able to get a clear shot from here. Are you engaging the other one?"