A laid tube with the doctor in it.
Then thier tube hissed open, steam curling into the air. Inside the tube lied the doctor unfazed, while Agent Mike pressed his hand against his bleeding shoulder, wincing.
"I can do this," he muttered under his breath.
Without hesitation, he rushed out of the tube, pulled a pistol from his combat trousers, and aimed it at the doctor's capsule.
"It's over now, motherfucker," Mike growled. "Open it, or I'll blast it open."
Agent Steve, weak but conscious, staggered out of the tube and stood beside him. Before they could react further, the gun slipped from Mike's grasp. The doctor chuckled darkly and stepped forward.
"Oh, now there are two of you," he said with a smirk. "Perfect. Let's make this more... interactive."
Mike narrowed his eyes. "And how do you plan on doing that?"
He lunged, grabbed the gun from the floor, and pointed it back at the doctor.
"Uh-uh," the doctor warned. "You really don't want to do that."
Mike fired. The bullet flew, but the doctor flicked his fingers to the left — the shot curved midair, redirected straight toward Steve. Mike's eyes widened.
In one fluid motion, he tossed the gun upward, stepped forward, and swung a punch. But again, the doctor swiped his fingers, twisting Mike's arm and throwing off the strike.
"What the hell?" Mike spat, confused.
He caught the falling gun with his left hand, prepared to fire again — but the doctor clenched his fist. A wave of invisible energy hurled Mike backwards, slamming him to the floor.
Still gripping his shoulder, Mike looked up, shaken. "How do we defeat this bitch if we can't even touch him?"
"Three-two-one elimination," Steve muttered.
Mike nodded. "Yeah."
The doctor raised both hands and clapped once, annoyed. "Enough. Both of you, shut up."
Power surged. Steve's body began to rise into the air, levitating uncontrollably. Mike gasped and grabbed his partner's leg, anchoring him. Straining, he reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a dagger. With a sharp flick, he hurled it at the doctor.
The doctor caught the blade effortlessly with one hand — still holding Steve aloft with the other — and, with a twist of telekinesis, sent the dagger flying back into Mike's right arm.
Mike screamed as the blade sank into his muscle, breaking his grip on Steve.
"I'm gonna rip you apart," he growled, knees hitting the floor. With a deep breath, he grabbed the dagger and yanked it out.
He looked up, blood running down his arm, and grinned. "You freaking idiot."
In a split-second move, he flipped forward, snatched the backup pistol from his back, and fired mid-air.
The bullet shot straight toward the doctor as...