[b]SIXGUN[/b]

"Tarnation!" Sixgun yelled involuntarily as the first shots rang out and the Korean gangster next to him flew back as though yanked on strings, a trail of airborne blood in his wake. Bullets were flying in earnest even as he drew his gun, and the summit degenerated into an insane free-for-all, everyone against everyone else.

Sides seemed to be emerging, though. The Maine family and Cartel seemed to have thrown in with the Outfit- while they weren't going out of their way to work together, they were pointedly refraining from shooting at one another. Better than nothing. Donovan had chosen discretion over valor, and the Iranians had gone kill-crazy. Various superpowered attacks were flying as well, not to mention that one guy spinning around up in the rafters under his own power, he was definitely flying.

Sixgun took in the situation, his superb reflexes allowing him to see that he had to make a split-second decision. There was the speedster charging along the surface of the table directly at Marconi, knife in his hand and murder in his eyes. And there the was the man with the lethal gaze, a second away from turning it on Argus. One was his link to the underworld, the other a potential link to Legion with his vast stores of knowledge on just about everything 

Who to save?

He wasted a blink of an eye worrying about being recognized by El Rey or El Tecnico, both of them expert martial artists who knew everyone fought in their own distinctive way, unique as a fingerprint. But he saw El Rey emptying his machine pistol at gringos and El Tecnico busy with suplexing a gangbanger straight through a table, knew they were too distracted.

He went for Argus.

"Get to Marconi!" he instructed Wire, not looking to see if the man heard him or was even next to him, as he fired three .45 rounds at the man pouring energy out of his eyes. Ben couldn't take the chance the man with lethal eyes was wearing armor, so he aimed accordingly. Two bullets to the groin, a third to the head. Not looking to see what effect it had, hoping it at least took the meta's attention off Argus, he threw himself forwards.

To best protect the man, he had to be by his side. And the quickest way to reach Argus was to crawl beneath the dozens of tables pushed together in the center of the room. Revolver in hand, dust from the floor of the old building smudging his white suit jacket, he took the shortcut to where the man had taken cover, poking his head out from underneath where he was pretty sure he'd find Argus.

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[b]SONJA[/b]

This was solid gold, if it wasn't all a line of bullshit or an invitation to walk prettily into a trap. While she was wary, it was too good not to act upon. A raid on Desdemona might be in order. Savant, if she knew him, probably had a dozen sets of plans for a submarine or bathysphere, not to mention the new Atlantean fellow who had joined the team might be able to help attack the bottom of Lake Michigan. Dangerous but doable. Taking on Desdemona would require an orchestrated effort from both superhumans and magicians, but it'd be a massive blow to the organization. But they still had Polaris, Knightmare, Sanguine, so many others to fall back on.

"Alright, then. So what was the plan at the prison? One you broke out the high-risk prisoners, where were you supposed to take them?" She shifted in her seat. "And what even is your overall goal aside from just generally being terrible people?"