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Wilson landed near the edge off the clearing the facility stood in. Luckily he had lost the Velociraptors long ago, and now it was just a case of getting into the facility. Kicking ass, taking names and taking out the anti-air. Then they could bring in the troops and wrap up. Fury was probably already close with the troops, so there was no real time too lose. He lowered his right hand to his thigh, a pistol extending automatically into his grip he then lifted his shield off his back and held it in his right hand, he wasn't as much off a fan of the shield as other renditions of Captain America had been however it had been part of the uniform since the original Steve Rogers. 

Though it did have it's uses. 

Leaning forward slightly, he fired the jets from his pack casting him up into the air. However instead of extending his wings he let himself drift, slowing rapidly. Curling himself into a small shape shield facing the ground, when he slowed so that the air wasn't whistling into his ears he could hear the shouting, gun shots began ringing and he could feel them hitting the shield. He just had to time this right, able to see slightly beyond the shield he turned himself down into a roll, pistol extended past the shield the moment he stopped loosing two shots into the closest guard, then worked his way clockwise hitting the guard to his two o'clock while the shield covered his left flank. Finishing the guard in a double tap he rolled and took out the two on the other side. 

Alarms were going off already, no doubt people scrambling too get to the roof. He put his pistol down and took a piece of plastic explosive. Running over to the AA turret he placed the explosive on it's base before picking his pistol up again. Wouldn't do to set it off yet, no the longer he kept them distracted the better. Though there was something that seemed... [i]off[/i] about these A.I.M guards. Taking what little time he had before they reached the roof he lifted the hood off the nearest goon. He was alive, heavy breathing. Though his eyes seemed distant, hollow. Slightly greyed as if he were in some kind of a trance.

He heard the nearby door open, turning his shield to face the new threat he was met by a hail of bullets. Something wasn't quite right, beyond the obvious. There was more at work than met the eye, first the sloppiness then the apparent trance and the fact if they were A.I.M normally they would have tried to bug out by now, trying to keep their name intact and free off being tarnished.