Carin spun around as she heard the sound of a vehicle being lifted from the ground, finding a very large Hummer suspending a few feet off the ground by tendrils of dark energy coming from Ryū Teinó.<br/>She bolted to his side and knelt to get a better look at him. "Just hang on," she said reassuringly.<br/><br/>Alas, finely-controlled superstregth wasn't one of her abilities. In theory she could lift the vehicle, but not without causing another miniature maelstrom, or a flood, that would definitely do more harm than good.<br/>She had to wait no more than ten seconds. Three very tall, broad-shouldered agents in colorful plastic-and-carbon-fiber armor ran up to her and, without missing a beat, grabbed the Hummer on two sides plus the hood and lifted it clear of the beleagured Ryū, setting it down in the middle of the street creating a makeshift barricade.<br/><br/>Carin caught sight of his injuries, "Medic!" she yelled. One of the armored agents rushed to his side, her helmet disintegrating in a flood of nano-goo into the collar of her armor. She pulled a medical kit from her back and opened it on the ground next to him. "My name is Kamiko," the woman said. She was at least half-Japanese, the other half appeared european, or possibly American judging by her accent. Hands flew over and around his head and shoulders, "don't move," she said, utterly oblivious to the tendrils of unknown energy spewing from his back and shoulder. She was much more focused on his head and neck. "Relax," she urged, "I've got you."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the taller of the three agents, a staggeringly 7-foot-tall Maori woman, pulled off her own helmet in more conventional fashion and stared down Carin. "I told you to bring backup with you" she grumbled in English in a harsh New Zealand accent. "The Yakuza are crawling with conscripted metas, or did you miss that memo? This isn't New York, London or bloody Istanbul, you can't just go solo!"<br/><br/>That was the reason the local Whisky 13 branch used plastic and fiber armor and not powered metal battlearmor-- the prevalence of terrakinetics led to more than one unfortunate, and very gruesome, death when physical confrontations with the terrakinetics ended with the metal suits being crushed like tin cans. The organic composites were immune to such control.<br/><br/>Carin didn't blink, despite the literal tornado that ran through the area that<i>was</i>her, she stood her ground. "That's not how I operate, Chief Draper," she said calmly, "I'm here to investigate and bring in him," she extended a long arm and pointed at the semi-conscious shadowkinetic on his belly on the ground. "and I've done that. As soon as he's stable enough for transport we'll catch the next rift back home."