El Cabron stretched and clenched his hand after tossing the last broken baseball bat to the side. His hand hovered around one of the revolvers on his hip as he dealt with the pain of striking what felt like a concrete wall more than a couple times. He finally spoke up for the first time in during the session with a voice sounding like someone poorly imitating Batman,<span style="color: #80FFFF">"You may have escaped the authorities Mr.Roock but you haven't escaped us. We know what you were going to do with those children. Now that we have rescued the last one we will leave you be. Don't you dare come for him again."</span>El Cabron patted the head of the small child that was clinging to his leg. The strange child's soft blond hair and light brown skin could barely be felt by Cabron's gloved hand. He turned taking the child's hand in his and the group followed him out.<br/><br/>Dylan watched barely conscious as the armed group of men filed out of his office. The entire building's security was down evidenced by the lack of alarms. Now the final reason he was sent to Scarlet City was walking out of his office with the incel radicalizer who somehow bested his branch of the Secret City Institute. Dylan groaned as more pain set in from his injuries and his vision began to fade.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Casey was in recovery from his surgery as a general burst into the room in his dress blues against the protests of the hospital staff. Casey's surgeon was absent as he was busy doing his magic on Dominic Maddox's near paralyzing wound at his neck. Casey was still recovering his consciousness but his cybernetics took over and allowed him to stand also against the wishes of the hospital staff. He knew what was coming as ASIS had told him that he worked for the Army again. The General was pleased as Casey followed him stumbling slightly. He knew what this was about, he grabbed his medicine as he put on his trench coat to cover his hospital gown. John Martins was in the hallway screaming at a Colonel about the issue when he saw Casey he became quiet. Casey shot him a glance and a couple comforting words to the effect that he had survived through worse before leaving the hospital.<br/><br/>Before long he was loaded on a military cargo airplane back in his US Army fatigues tended by a handful of medics and a medical officer. The plane flew like it hadn't before as it was making all kinds of uncomfortable noises in its minimally maintained state. Several hours later it was touched down in a hastily built airstrip next to rail road tracks that were built with even more haste. Casey stepped off the back ramp refreshed by several hours of sleep and the sheer amount of drugs pumped into his system. He saw the landing strip made for the Black Bullet and muttered under his breath,<span style="color: #4000FF">"It's too short."</span><br/><br/>The tank situation was explained to him in great detail as he walked into the commander's tent. He agreed to do his part and attempt to negotiate with it before progeny interjected out of turn about the nature of ghosts and the high probability that the "haunted" tank was stuck in a death loop. (Progeny being the nearest "paranormal expert" was there much to the displeasure of military officers who had him forced on them by several different high ranking officials.) The battle in the past made Casey's eyes hazy as he turned from the tent mid briefing ignoring the cries for him to return. He mounted the nearest humvee with a radio pack in his hand displacing sergeant Krakowitz from his seat. The two soldiers raced off with the retired special forces operator into the exclusion zone with several officers cursing Casey off over the radio. Blizzard glared at them from his position sitting on the hood of Progeny's antique Chevelle suffering from his boredom and his feelings of exclusion.<br/><br/>As the tank changed from a speck on the horizon to a looming machine of war with its cannon pointed at the approaching humvee Caleb's nervousness began to show. Casey spoke a few words of encouragement to him as they came to a stop. He carried the radio pack with him as he approached the tank. He spoke several passwords and codes to prove that it was really him. He shared a few greetings with his dear friends before setting his radio's transmit power down to where only him, the tank and the medics could hear. What he said is unknown to this day but it achieved the goals laid out by the commanding officers on the condition that the soldiers trapped in their deathlike state would have a remedy for their condition sought.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Donutman zapped a plate of donuts into existence as he began a class introducing himself while skimming over his experience as a crisis negotiator. Sabina carved for a donut despite her misgivings at the fact that they seemed to appear out of thin air. All the while envy quietly boiled inside her toward the handful of other students from across the country including Kira. They had all the flashy superpowers while all she could do was turn invisible. She hid away her ill feelings and smiled when Kira said something funny about Donutman. A second later Donutman shot a surprise question at Sabina which she answered correctly and quickly to everyone's surprise but hers. The material was simple and easy for her to follow. She looked around the room at all the freaks who had been gathered from across the country who would be shipped back to their sponsoring agents and agencies in a few short weeks. The resources crunch across the country was felt by Sabina even though she didn't know or understand it. The lack of available instructors truly only hinted at the tip of the shortage problem. Sabina had no prior experience to gauge the problems being dealt with by the Federal Super Agency as far as she could tell it was business as usual. She glanced over at a boy who was spinning a smooth round magnet idly on the table. He spotted her and gave her flirtatious glance in response. She went red and looked away, he was cute but she knew that she was out of his league. She thought maybe she could try and help Kira.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Karina came too with Casey standing over her with a forlorn look on his face. She smiled despite the blaring pain of her headache, there was no one she would rather see. It was several days after the incident at the super containment facility and she tried to speak but it came out slurred. Casey spoke to her gently and brought her up to speed on the whole situation. She wanted to get up but Casey restrained her with his good hand. The other hand in a sling looked swollen and sickly. She chocked it up to it being new but didn't think about it too much. She was glad that he was okay as the last thing she remembered was having a marvelous lunch with him.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Casey stared at his rudimentary robotic hand with intense anger directed towards his own body. He quietly cursed about his surgeon's handiwork but the issue was beyond his control. Covering it with a long leather glove he usually wore while operating the Black Bullet while the thoughts of his third transplant rejection dragged him down. He wondered how his body could reject his own flesh and blood. The time wasn't nigh for him to ponder such things as tones went out for a move against the criminal element that had been kicking Aimpoint in the ass for an entire week. Casey arrived long before him and the cops, Casey readied himself with the briefing played at ten times speed. He had a month to recover and he was tired of it, he was tired of being told that he couldn't because of his condition. He flip cocked his plasma carbine as he made entry unleashing hell on the criminals inside. One rounded the corner firing full auto for a second before being lobotomized by a bolt of plasma. Another attempted to spring a trap that missed and found himself with a pistol to his head and then it was too late. About five minutes passed and the leader of the criminals found himself suspended by his neck in a robotic vice grip as Aimpoint and many SCPD officers flooded into the warehouse full of bodies and reeling victims of Casey's wrath.