[b] The Lab [/b] 

The final bullet cracked in the air and it rusted away almost to nothing, a tiny fleck of the bullet still accelerating at high speeds into Santana's head. There was a spurt of blood and Santana fell to the ground, La Sombra looking Sixgun in the eye and nodding. Santana faced the ceiling and amazingly he was still alive if barely. With the last of his reserves he reached into the innate magic within himself and prepared his death curse. He gurgled, his voice for a moment booming, [b] "SUFFER" [/b] then his life drained away as a wave of noxious yellow energy washed over La Sombra and Sixgun, passing over all the men that remained and continuing beyond before it dissipated. 

After that nothing else happened and the door of the lab stood open. Santana's body was empty of life and ripe for some opportunistic looting. And no doubt Legion's potion lab would hold valuable secrets for Sixgun's mission and perhaps other items of interest. 

[b] Maroni's [/b] 

Upstairs Zaphkiel's immaterial attack was enough to affect Ghost. The man cried out in pain as he was suddenly launched across the room, his intangible form flying through the brick wall. Coincidentally, his ghostly form flew out the building right in MC's line of sight. Stalker crouched as Zaphkiel flew towards her. If he hit her it was bad news. But only if he hit her. With metahuman reflexes and agility she dodged the heavy blow and jumped to the side, she sprung off a nearby table and drew another pair of iron blades and cried out as she slashed Zaphkiel across his face and torso. She landed on his outstretched leg and flipped to land on his mighty shoulders, behind his head. Her iron blades flashed as she brought them down at Zaphkiel. 

Locust snarled and keened, his bitten arm bleeding black. He cried out as he spit on Ocean Warrior with his green saliva. Immediately Ocean Warrior felt enormous pain as the corrosive spittle burned the skin of his torso and shoulders, his inhumanly dense skin the only thing keeping it from being melted entirely as it burned and sizzled. Locust slashed Ocean Warrior across the arm and was about to strike again when Killshade struck. His sword cut into the chitin and made Locust grunt in pain. Unfortunately it was now stuck in his chitinous plates. Locust stared at Killshade before slapping him over a nearby table. Locust groaned as blood continued to trickle down his arm and he turned towards Ocean Warrior to slash at his other arm. 

Across the room Shifter managed to pull out Break Neck and the woman fell to the floor, finally able to take in air. Their victory was short-lived however when a half-dozen or so surviving henchmen stood in front of them with weapons drawn. Around the room hostages fell to the floor and tried to hide as the heroes fought, Villa and Pariah still engaged in a shoot-out. Bishop knocked over an empty table and stared down at Rift Hound, "You get one chance to surrender hero. That's it." His eyes flashed red as he snarled. Flasher reappeared again and grabbed another gaggle or Marconi's extended family in the chaos, now more than half of the mob bosses family were gone. 

[b] Prison [/b] 

The summoner looked down his noise at Abaddon, tendrils wrapping around him, "Foolish boy. A simpleton playing with powers he does not understand." Suddenly Abaddon was wracked with pain, his stomach and guts seeming to enflame as something burned inside him. The man laughed darkly, "You took in my power. Except it was the power of a live construct. You gave me a connection right to you. It couldn't have been much worse unless you gave me your True Name." The burning sensation intensified as the power twisted inside him and then suddenly red wisps of smoke burst out of his nose, mouth, and ears, holes opening up in his abdomen as the smoke went to the Summoner. 

The man smiled in contentment as the red smoke washed over him and flowed into his very skin. He breathed deeply, "Ah. How invigorating." Abaddon suddenly felt weak with fatigue, the numbing exhaustion battling with the fading agony. The battle raged on around them until suddenly all of the undead creatures stopped moving with purpose. They either stayed in place unmoving or began attacking anyone indiscriminately. The tide was turning as the assembled forces began to cut down the beasts even more. 

The man's smile faded and he shook his head, "How unfortunate. It seems as if there was a kink in the plan. Oh well. I suppose I must take my leave. Remember this moment, boy. The moment where I had you beaten and broken. The moment where I spared your life. Next time you won't be so lucky." A red portal appeared in the air and he stepped halfway in before pausing. With a casual wave of his hand he sent a fireball at Abaddon and stepped inside. The next moment he was gone. 

Inside the infirmary the necromancer groaned as her control over her minions was lost, the life energy she stole fading away in the air. She gasped and said, "If I say anything to you, I'm as good as dead. Legion will not tolerate it. You know who was behind this but no more. Unless I can have certain assurances, I will not talk. I want protection. I want accommodations. If they are given I will speak of all I can. Otherwise I refuse." Her voice was now very calm and measured, a suggestion of a New England accent. The woman had pale skin, so pale that her veins could be seen, as blue as her eyes and just as lifeless. Her head was completely shaved. 

Apogee cried out, "Really you guys?" She punched a man across the room and into a brick wall, as the three men struggled under Volt. Volt's earlier targets were slumped on the floor but these men fought, some pushing and wrestling against him while they drew knives of pistols grunting as they tried to angle them to strike Volt. Flashbolt's assault was devastating and now no more than four men remained standing. One man drew a strange looking device at pointed it at Apogee, it resembled a wand except it was matte black and metal. A red light popped on the tip of the "wand" and suddenly Apogee screamed, grasping her ears as they started to bleed her exclamations of pain cracking the ceiling, floor, and walls. One of the remainders lifted a large-barreled and blocky gun and fired, a blob of sticky white goo hitting Flashbolt in the chest and sticking him to the wall, pinning his limbs down as the other two leveled assault rifles at his head.