"There's trouble outside," Little Brother yelled into his comm in the confusion. Kira, he saw, was already on her way out there with incapacitated criminals. "Kira, assist," he called to her, though she was already working on it. 

~~~

It was a lack of communication between the Titans that allowed a villain to slip away. As Kira was trying to track the one responsible for the dust, Frost Bite was making it all but impossible by sucking as much of it as he could away, rendering the Turtle's spectral analysis useless with no trail remaining to the origin of the powder. As civilians(and a few police as well) fled the area to avoid the gas attack, it was most likely that the one responsible was somewhere among the rushing throng. 

~~~

As a fireball hurtled toward one of the thugs, Torch ignored the impending third degree burns and disfigurement of his comrade, but did finally stop with his burning of the wall. The circle he burned was nearly complete now, and he seemed satisfied with it as he finally faced Vaeros. He spread his arms at the hero, fire spreading across his armspan like wings, smoke emanating heavily from him. "Alright, birdy. Let's burn this motherfucker down." He pointed his hands instead at Sin, releasing a torrent of fire at her. 

~~~

As smoke filled the room, Tank took a small glance toward the easternmost wall, and grunted to himself as he looked back at Anchor, in the midst of his rush. He rolled his eyes at the artless charge, and took a small step to the side, grabbing Anchor's shoulder and arm as he approached and using his own momentum to swing him around in a circle and throw him back across the room again. With Anchor out of the way momentarily, he started towards Torch. 

Little Brother saw this and called to Silk Worm, "Intercept!" as he himself was charging. He approached from the rear and right side, ready to swing his staff, but Tank swung a heavy arm across Little Bro's path. Billy brought his arms up to absorb the blow with his suit's elbow armor, but it still knocked him back across the room, where he landed awkwardly on his side, and slid rolled and skidded through the broken glass and out the window. He swirled in midair and launched his grappling line back into the room to re-enter the battle. 

Silk stood at a distance, and her braided rope struck forward like a snack, wrapping around Tank's leg. Her power extended into his pants, which constricted and worked desperately to stop his movement. The constriction slowed him to a crawl, but only for a moment as he turned and gave Silk the exact same treatment as Anchor: he grabbed the rope and yanked hard on it. Silk was pulled to the ground and dragged across it for a few feet, and as she lost her concentration, Tank continued through the thickening smoke from Vaeros and Torch's fight, now at a sprint that shook the building. At full speed, he struck the circle of molten brick and burnt plaster that Torch had created, and it fell out with a grinding noise and dropped twenty feet into the alley below, followed shortly by Tank himself. He raised a hand to his mouth and whistled loudly through it as he walked toward the news van that was parked in the alley. He got into the driver's seat as Torch leaped backwards out of the hole as well. Torch was forced to jump through the window of the car, landing in Tank's lap as the man behind the wheel reversed out and started driving away down the street. 

Little Brother leaped out of the hole immediately after, gliding into the wall as he blinked and coughed the smoke out of him. 

"Kira," cough, "The news van. It's," cough, "A getaway car." Cough, "Stop it!"