Upon hearing Bruce's story, Wilson frowned, [i]That's new, firebombing?[/i] Wilson walked over to the nearest window and saw the chaos unfolding on the streets below, the flames licking up into the tower, and dead protesters littering the streets. Wilson's eyes opened wide and his eyebrows raised up in surprise, realizing the danger, Wilson crouched down and put a radio up to his ear. [color=ed1c24][i]"Drake, regroup immediately! We're entering loud, lethal force allowed, they cannot take the building!"[/i][/color] The words hurt as they left his mouth, but this was no longer a normal riot, the arsonist confirmed that.

Wilson stood and turned to his men, or at least where they would have been, Wilson picked up his radio again, a confused look on his face. [color=ed1c24][i]"Gold, regroup!... Repeat, gold, regroup!"[/i][/color] His response was from Hartford, the sounds of bullet-fire and screams echoing in the background. [color=f7941d]"Drake's been hit, we need to secure the lobby!"[/color] Wilson sat silent for a second, before a grin arrived on his face, an opportunity had arrived.

The rest of scythe squad fought frantically against the rioters, making a shield wall in an attempt to keep them outside, Drake had been hit by a grenade and was heavily burned. The squad fired blindly into the smoke with what ammunition they had left, most of it having been spent getting to this point. Then a different smoke billowed through the crowd, those who came into contact with it choked and fell to the ground. Scythe squad stared with open eyes, as a man in a gas mask and brown longcoat leapt from a lamp-post into the crowds. Deathstroke swung his staff in a wide arc to force the crowds back, he then jumped into the air in a crouched position, he placed his staff over his shoulder, and fired pellets from both sides. The pellets connected with rioters, exploding into the same smoke. Deathstroke dropped into a kneel, resting on his left hand with his staff in the other. [color=ed1c24][i]"I have to stop the riot, Wayne's men are the lesser of two evils, at least with them when innocents die, they die quickly, the arsonist is my first target."[/i][/color] Deathstroke took off into a furious sprint, knocking anyone in his way out of it with his staff. Seeing the circle cleared by the arsonist, Deathstroke ran into it, coming face to face with him. Skidding to a stop, Deathstroke stood up slowly, placing his staff on his right shoulder. [color=ed1c24][i]"Enough of this!"[/i][/color] Deathstroke quickly drew a pistol and shot at the arsonist, while still standing straight.