Even with the blaring sirens and the coms going crazy, it took Collin a couple of minutes before he woke up. As he groggily woke up, he began to understand the gravity of the situation. He stood up straight, now fully awake. He had sweated a lot during his sleep and now his shirt smelled like piss. He quickly undressed and got a new pair of pants and a shirt. He cussed that he couldn't at least get a bath. He ran up to the command center carrying his duffel bag only to find it empty. 

"Shit." He muttered to himself. Everyone has left already left except for him. He ran out and down the flight of stairs to the garage. He fumbled his pockets for his keys. Once he found them, he quickly got it out and opened his car door. He started it and it took a minute or two before it was up and running. He stepped on the gas and sped his way to the scene. He had his siren on, going through busy streets. He still hadn't had the slightest clue at what was happening. He tried to contact the others on his com but nobody responded. This got Collin more worried. It took a good 15 minutes before Collin got to the scene. He stopped a couple of blocks away from the actually place of emergency and observed the situation. It was some guy with ice coming out of his fingertips causing trouble. He lifted his bag out of his car and ran towards the fight but once he got there, he hid in a back alley. He observed the situation more closely, trying to figure out how to successfully apprehend the guy. He got something out of the bag, a pump action shotgun loaded with beany-bags to subdue the bastard. He locked and loaded the gun.

"This is Bloodhound." Collin said over the coms. "How can I help?" He asked.