"Down, down!" Bane slid the pipe into his belt and rushed the soldiers, waving them by and helping the inured lieutenant through the fire escape.  Bagging a dozen remaining cocktails and two of the lighters on the roof, he was the last to come down on top of the truck.  Dropping the bag on the roof, he called over his shoulder - "Heads down!" Before running to the top of the cab and kicking it.  Across the street, he finally caught noise from the deli across the street.  "Wait in the street!"  He stuck his head down over the drivers window to order him, while simultaneously moving back to his bag as the truck lurched, and lighting up two more bottles.<br/><br/>Whilst it pulled out into the street, he leapt from the top, catching a handrail for side riders to soften his descent, and sprinting into the deli to take in the scene.<br/><br/>Shit was on fire already, couldn't get much worse... but it could be better.  This crazy hulking son-of-a-bitch COULD be.  Bane stormed in as the rat's flak jacket was shredded, before the devil stepped in and took a good stab.  He would have thought to smash a bottle over the beast's back, but Janus was out cold... instead he rolled the bottles at the feet of the berserker in hopes that it would step back on one, and motioned for Fenson while moving in around the distracted beast to pull out the unconscious soldier...