The Argent Arrow caught the Staff deftly out of the air.  "Wait, you -- seriously?  Just like that?"<br/><br/>Hammerhand was already typing.  "'Hotshot,' you said?" he murmured.  Nearby monitors displayed a few blurry pictures of the fight.  Like many fights to the death, it had been over very quickly indeed, but at least the bystanders in the bank had at least had their phones.  "I see.  It certainly fits the elemental's MO."<br/><br/>"...Anyway, we did talk it over since you were last up here.<em>Officially,</em>we consider deadly force a last resort, and also officially, we can't take one man's word about the future as gospel."  The Arrow smirked, holding the Staff cautiously.  "<em>Unofficially,</em>your statement about the future basically just confirmed that Chilly Pete was going to keep doing what it was already doing, and also unofficially, nobody is going to miss that creature."<br/><br/>"So as long as you understand that villains who aren't crazed, relentless murderers shouldn't be executed out of hand...we really appreciate your work.  Seriously, tracking down that thing with only a maybe-C-list villain in any position to help was brave as hell.  Not...tactically advisable, but brave."  She frowned.  "I guess I won't complain if you want to leave the Staff of Trismegistus with us, but I've never understood the scientific establishment's prejudice about magic.  Sorcery is real and observable, and it's hardly more outlandish than time travel."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Neither JTF member sees through the Spoiler's fib, and frankly he should probably have a bonus on the Bluff check because they want to believe him.</div></div>