John sighed with relief when Leather hide started making Hellhound eat the asphalt. He stopped holding Hellhound down and fell to his knees, exhausted. God that had been a bad idea. He had felt the life being drained from him those last few seconds. He stood up though, and waited to make sure Hellhound was done fighting.

The first crack of Hellhounds head to the pavement muffled down the most vocal words, the second one making him quiet down, the third one turning his body limp. He was barely anything more than a ragdoll as Leather hide kept beating on the body along with the support of others who seemed it fit. He was knocked out and wasn't going to wake up from such shock to his brain anytime soon. The fires were still going on parts of the block, though the closing sirens of firetrucks told that Delta squad wasn't on their own for this task anymore.

As Krait heard the sparkling fires dying down along with the empty threats of the madman they were dealing with, she slowly lifted her head up to see the situation. Swallowing as she was looking the gruesome results of releasing Leather hide on him, she wasn't sure did she even dare to ask him to stop. However, looking further around she noticed Nics body laying on the rubble next to the scene, taking few good leaps to reach at him. "We got man down." Krait said, trying to check if this non human had any signs of him still being alive. "Is everyone else okay? More importantly, anyone knows alien medicine?".

"I'm fine. I think we might have more then one down. Can't help you with medicine of any kind, but I think we need to add that to our things to learn list. For now I think we should just get everyone back to base. Maybe someone there can help Nic." Roxy stated looking around. Most of the team looked worse for wear. They were defiantly going to have to learn to work together if they didn't want to keep getting their butts kicked.

Leather hide looked up from the long since incapacitated Hellhound as a few of the team tried to tend to Nic. The gator man's blood boiled once more as he looked down at Hellhound, "Your fault." he rumbled menacingly as he released the villain from his grip and began to angle himself, taking great care to avoid touching Hart, lest he be drained of his energy. Drool began to drip from Leather hide's lower jaw as he brought his head over top of Hellhound's, "I try help Leader. But first I make Hellhound disappear...", Leather hide opened his jaws as wide as possible, saliva poured from his open mouth and onto the back of the downed Hellhound's head, pooling in his hair as Leather hide leaned further down. Leather hide had every intention of biting Hellhound's head off. And he planned to savor the moment.

"Gator Boy, quit it," Hikari said, dragging away Hellhound. "Jeez, no need to bite the dude's head off. If we do that, then we don't get to run around doing this job." Hikari winced once Hellhound was clear. She hadn't covered up her hand yet, and it was bleeding even more now that she'd moved the guy. "You move Nic back to base and we'll take care of the rest." This guy had no control, it would be better if he was as far away from Hellhound as possible. Especially since now she had to keep a level head, and it was getting harder with her bleeding out. If she could find the police, she could find some medical supplies. Win-win.

John walked over to Hikari and took a look at her hand. "Crap that's a lot of blood." John said. He was a little on the stupid side still. "You go find some cops or an ambulance. I'll deal with clean up." John said, smiling at her despite the fires still going on. She looked awfully familiar. He'd think about it later. Right now there were bigger issues to dealwith then trying to find out where he had possibly met someone.

Roxy looked at her teammates. They were all pretty exhausted. John was barely standing and Hikari was bleeding. As much as she hated dealing with details and authorities, it was obvious the others were not really up to the task. To bad Roxy had no idea what to tell them. "Does anyone know if the jet is still operational? Why don't you all head out. I can handle this. I'm not injured or exhausted.

John turned to Roxy defiance in his eyes. "We can stay. We don't know if Hellhound was working alone even. This could all be some ruse to get one of us alone so their vulnerable." John said, starting to think again. "You could always use backup, no matter how exhausted they are." John smirked and then grimaced when he noticed the cars. News vans and paparazzi. All heading their way

"Yea because you'll defiantly not be a liability when your exhausted."Roxy mumbled under her breath. If John wanted to deal with the authority she would let him. She didn't need to deal with the police anyway. Roxy angrily stomps away telling herself that she is not hurt by John's dismissal. After all if Hellhound wasn't alone wouldn't his compainons attacked while they were so focused on containing Hellhound. Not wait until Hellhound was down and the authorities were around.

John walked towards the press and was soon swarmed by people with microphones and cameras. "Yes the villain Hellhound is contained." "As far as we know there were very few deaths." "No none of the team is severely injured." To be honest John had no idea what Nic's condition was but he didn't want to make them seem weak. "No I'm not the leader. Our team leader is currently helping with clean up." "Who are you guys?" A reporter then shouted. John found her and looked her in the eyes and said, "We're the Delta Squad."

Hikari watched John talk and walked off, muttering under her breath, "show off." She managed to snag a few gauze wraps off an ambulance and cover up her hand. It'd be all sealed up in a day, which was great, but until then it would bleed freely. For one reason or another her skin covered it before the blood stabbed over. Which mean it wasn't easily opened, but at the same time, it was a slow bleed until her hand managed to lay down the first layer.

It was stupidly fragile too. Thankfully, she'd used her off hand and wasn't too crippled. Still sucked though. However, as long as she didn't bother it too much, in three days she could use it effectively. Thankfully things were wrapping up, and for once, she was glad she had someone else to back her up. They could handle things from here.

Hart watched with utter horror as Leather Hide took hold of the back of Hellhound's head and began to slam it into the pavement. The man was most definitely incapacitated now. She gagged slightly as she saw the few drops of Hellhound's blood on her clothing. However, more pressing matters were at hand. Nic was down for the count, the others were exhausted or injured slightly. The ones that were fine did nothing or talked to the press as stray fires around them still burned. She shook her head, muttering to herself about useless powers. She looked down. Next to her was a small pool of water. She had an idea but it was a strange one. "Nobody look at me!" She yelled as she stooped down and placed her palm on the surface of the water. She closed her eyes, concentrating as she felt the essence of the water fill her body and meld into her skin. Her skin, bones, muscles, and tissue turned slowly to water. She was now a living, breathing, body of water. She looked down as her clothes slowly slipped down the surface of what used to be skin and onto the ground. She headed toward the nearest burning fire and stepped directly into it, spreading her body out across the flames. They sizzled out and she headed onto the next fire. She'd finish putting out the fires and then she'd see what she could do to help Nic.

"The jets out of use... that thing barely was controllable BEFORE it crashed." Krait muttered, turning slightly away from Sparkplug as she asked not to watch, having already a feeling what she was attempting. "...This certainly didn't go... smoothly? I guess that's a bit of an understatement." she then said, lifting her head up and looking at Roxy. "Let the kid go for it... as long as he keeps entertaining the press, we can focus to something actually important".

As the firetrucks came around, the men were amazed mostly of what kind of damage was done, yet they were too late in more of a good sense, as once they would be in position they would merely assist Sparkplug in her own task. Many lives had been saved, but also many unnecessary risks had been made. The police was the next to arrive, along with a single car. However, the man who got out of the car seemed to be the only one who actually was expecting a group of superhumans on their teens being around instead of surprised by it. One of the cops tried to stop him as he was walking at the way of the group, but the man merely showed off his badge, being allowed to continue.

"Agent Richardson, S.E.E.R. observation department. Who's in charge of your group?" the man started, keeping his badge open for a second before putting it in his chest pocket. He had rather calm and neutral tone even after taking a few second look at the mutilated Hellhound on the ground.

"uh... he's out of it... sir." Krait said unsure, hinting Nic laying on the ground. "We were hoping a lift ou-".

"So who's the second in charge?" the man then asked, making Krait choke on her words, as she swallowed... she had no idea of what to answer, looking around for a second if anyone wanted to speak instead.

John walked away from the press and towards Krait and the man. "The press is mostly taken care of." He said. He noticed Krait seemed nervous. He looked at the man and realized that he was very familiar. He had left him in the base last week. "Nice to see you again Agent Richardson. I assume it's something of the utmost importance if you came to see us. Would you like to talk to our leader who's out of commission for the time being because you and your people took an alien that has probably never had any contact with normal human beings and made him the leader of a bunch of delinquents?!" John said, shooting the agent a poisonous glare. Woah. Where had that come from? Using his powers like that must have really messed with his mood.

Roxy was glad John had volunteered to be second. She had offered her services more then once and she was willing to take only so many rejections. Instead of offering her aid Roxy found a place to sit down. Without the jet she didn't know how they would get back to base. She could always hot wire a care, but she wasn't about make any more offers.

"You point your finger few chairs higher than mine." Richardson answered. "Nevertheless, you still won't be speaking to me like that. I was merely assigned to bring some information, take a quick look on how you manage to deal with things on yourself, and in case you need more supervision than right now. It seems that everything didn't go according to the plan." he then said, looking at hellhound again.

"He's alive? More importantly, are you all alive? Seems like your group is missing a few." he then asked from John, assuming he was second in charge since he was the one speaking.

"Yes we're all alive. Leather Hide took Nic back to the jet, Runner is getting her injuries patched, Roxy is over there," John pointed to Roxy, "and Sparkplug is helping put out the fires." John said, his voice a slight bit kinder, having just realized that this man was not in charge and was not the reason this neighborhood was destroyed.

Richardson lifted his other eyebrow slightly. "Yes? I assume you're in middle of that sentence." he then said like waiting John to continue.

Krait didn't want to interfere in the rather intense conversation, deciding to walk next to Roxy, who was sitting on a pile of rubble. She didn't fing herself any proper place to seat, so she just sat on the ground, crossing her legs as she really was in need to get some fresh air from this smell of burning buildings and furniture. "...I hope Steam knows what he's doing." Krait said to Roxy, taking a quick look at Hikari next to the ambulance few feet away, covering her wound. "Sucks to not have healing powers." she then added with slight chuckle, rubbing the back of her head.

"Don't know but I doubt it. No of us really know what we're doing. Lack of healing powers is why I prefer long range attacks." Roxy said kicking a near by rock. She was going to have a hard time replacing her knifes. She would have to find a way not to lose them.

John thought about it for a second and then said, "Shadowstep is still rescuing people from the buildings, sir. Now if that's all, we require a method of transportation if we want to return to base." John said, remembering the jet crashing into the ground. And he had really liked that jet too. God damn Hellhound.