<span style="color: #00FF00">"Very well. Get repairs if you can, you are otherwise dismissed. Now I need to focus on coordinating the cleanup operations."</span>John Martins says frustrated given that in just one day he lost three of the four super agents under his command. He turned to liaison officers around the incident command post, after receiving a briefing from each one about the state of the incident. All told over a hundred individuals lost their lives in the mess that occurred over a few short hours. Making some preemptive risk controls for the cleanup stage of the operation and began issuing directives to officers around him in line with the situation objectives. Most of them being upset at the loss of their personnel.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Clung" came from an aluminum baseball bat crumpled from many strikes against its victim. A pile of over a dozen more bats broken and made of various materials lay beside the Roock they were broken against. Dylan sat tied to a sturdy chair in his office overlooking most of the city. Around him were about twenty men mostly of average builds but their leader stood out from them being of superior build. Dylan gritted his teeth as the assailing leader took his turn up to bat struck him with another "Clung" as the bat broke against his stony head and was discarded into the pile.