"Alright guys," Felicity pulled another small gadget out of her belt and typed in a sequence of buttons. "Your personal comms are on, and they'll scramble anything localized around you, which means those HYDRA bad boys can't really get contact with anyone." She smiled. "It'll actually scramble anything that isn't us, so we'll still be able to stay in contact."

She turned to Gina. "Off the hinges. Let's go to town."