With his focus and adrenaline, Bob barely registered that he had been shot, let alone that the shield stopped it. His mind had drifted to something else... some When else. He was remembering a lab, gunshots, his friends cries of pain and fear as they were mercilessly gunned down before his eyes. If the eyes of his mask could change colors with his moods, they would be glowing red.

As the big man was distracted by shooting at the Grey Gadgeteer, Bob tossed the briefcase behind the couch with his companion as he bounced off the floor, aiming for the wall behind Bucur. Only to use and amplify his momentum to rocket off that wall and fly claws first, at the big man's legs. He was aiming to trip him and be able to have his momentum push him past to the other side before the man fell on him. But with his hate filled mind, his main objective was to drive his claws into the tendons in the back of the man's knees, ripping and tearing them as he went through.

As he leaned himself up off the ground, he could feel his own pulse in his ears. His heart was racing and it didn't seem like things were ready to slow down. As reinforcements his the floor and called upon the meta-inducing drug, Link resigned to the fact that this had only begun and was about to get worse.

It was the flash of light at the end of the thug's gun barrel that sent Like into a state of near catatonia. A fraction of a second moved like an eternity. The loud, thunderous cracks of the bullets' combustion quickly stirred him back to reality.

He could see the glowing tip of a billet coming straight for his eye. he tried to scurry back, but his speed was no match for the projectile's velocity. With a frightening spark and static sound of electric discharge, Link witnessed the bullet's trajectory get rejected and refracted by none other than his personal protective shield.

Oh thank god, Link mentally exclaimed. He took advantage of the opportunity to fully push himself to his feet and make a mad dash for cover. In a single, liquid motion, Link dashed and dove toward the bar, awkwardly landing on the otherside where patrons weren't typically permitted.

He quickly patted his body down, trying to find any bullet holes or wounds. He appeared to be intact. As he peaked over the edge, he tried to determine how Talia had fared through the ordeal.

The energies still circling around Talia did much to warn her of the commotion as the entire club emptied, save her and Link and three new thugs. She had only a moment to take in what they were saying, before she used the force of her momentum to try to avoid the suddenly speeding bullet heading towards her. Things were already going in a significantly time-slowed pace for her due to the chi surrounding her, and the forcefield that Manny had given to each of them would stop the bullet if her movements somehow did not, but it was better not to press her luck. She was keenly aware of Link's motion and direction as well and saw that, thankfully, his shield had worked.

After sliding nimbly out of the way, she would send one of her ribbons straight up to the chandelier, wrapping around one of its intricately designed arms, then plan to pull herself up, right along with it. Before that, in the same fluid, graceful movement, she will have aimed her other long, swirling ribbon at the guy shooting at both of them and direct the razor metal at the tip to slice his forearm as well, while hopefully plucking the gun from his hands and shooting it over in Link's general direction where she hoped he might be able to at least keep it away from the thugs. Then she will spin herself up in the air, where she was most at ease and comfortable.

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Manny immediately took cover once again as the empty pistol hit his helmet. But just as he mustered enough courage to look out once again, a briefcase hit him square in the top of his helmet; causing the man to duck for cover as he thought they resorted to throwing objects at him to bypass the shield. But it only took him a moment to realize that it was the case that had the inhalers of Diamond Dust. Eyes widening to an almost comical degree, Manny grabbed the case and held it tightly to his chest with his unarmored arm as he decided that he was done hiding behind the couch. He was here to give Bob back up! Not to cower behind a couch!

"Gadgeteer Bola Zapper!" Manny extends an armored fist outward towards the gap between two thugs as a miniature bola is launched and snags both of their arms together before the weighted ends magnetically lock together. As soon as the weights locked together, an electrical charge electrocutes both the thugs and incapacitates them. "Haha! Justice strikes tru-" Manny's quip is cut short by a thug's fist colliding with his face. Knocking the literal spit out of him. The other thug near the Latino man didn't let up the opportunity and proceeded to kick the dazed hero until Manny hit the ground and curled into a fetal position to protect the case. "Ah God! They're kicking my ass!"

Bucur's body may have been enhanced by the Diamond Dust, but even his dust enhanced muscles were no match for the sharp claws of the Jersey Devil. Most especially now that Bob was in a berserk mode. Bob's claws cut into the big man's leg with terrifying ease; even reaching so far to even the bone. "You're fucking dead, pest! DEAD!" Bucur cried as he fell to the floor, clutching his now useless leg as blood freely flowed down to pool on the floor.

But the inhuman roar of something will take the attention of those in the VIP area to the dance floor.

Down in the dance floor...

Talia's actions proved too much for the ill trained thug to keep up, firing his gun three more times without even hitting the Performer. The bullets shattered the intricate and beautiful pieces of glass the chandelier held, but it only compounded to the unearthly grace and beauty the ribbons moved. The metal blade lacerated the gunner's forearm and with the lack of tautness his injured muscles could provide, Talia's ribbon successfully disarmed the thug and tossed the half empty gun over the bar counter and into, hopefully, more friendly hands.

Link would see the entire acrobatic maneuvers of Talia, to say it was impressive was an understatement. But it was not the time to gawk at the Asian woman's dexterous grace, but to kick evil's ass! But before Link or Talia could do any more actions, one of the three thugs pulled out an inhaler and inhaled the glitter-like substance and the effects were near immediate. His muscles unnaturally bulked up to the point that it ripped his shirt and pants. Thankfully his underwear was stretchy enough to keep the thug's dignity protected. Veins bulged and his pupils dilated to the extent that none of his irises were visible now. "Pierce, you OD'd you idi-" A fellow thug's disparaging comment was cut short by the massive hand of his former companion slamming into him. The thug that could have easily weighed 120 kilograms was sent flying across the dance floor like a ragdoll would in the hands of a petulant child.

The overly muscular and massive thug then looks to Talia and roars in an animalistic manner before taking the injured thug and throwing the man at Talia, intending to hit her or at the very least force her off the chandelier.

Talia scarcely heard the gunfire from the other attempted bullet shots as they zoomed around her but could not seem to touch her. The glass rained down around her, also not able to actually touch her, as she continued her airborne acrobatics, hoping that Link would have the chance to grab the gun.

A sudden roar down below caused her to direct full awareness back down to the dance floor as she saw and heard that someone had clearly overdosed on the Diamond Dust... She hurriedly attempted to tell the others over the earpiece... "Guys! A thug overdosed out here... He's huge and strong, be careful!" before she had to leap for cover as he aimed the body of one of his own at her.

She figured her best bet was to at least join Link's position so that neither of them was alone for this, so she slid her hands up her ribbons (both had already looped around a piece of the chandelier) and she drew them to her once more then aimed her trajectory to land her lithely atop the bar counter and then somersaulted gracefully to be behind the bar, close but not too close to Link. She did not want to fully startle a man that was fighting for his life. The second she had the breath to speak, she would calmly tell him it was just her, if he appeared alarmed and startled.

The feel of his fingers sliding into the fleshy bits of the big man felt weirdly invigorating. He was Not worthless. He slammed his claws into the floor, leaving bloody paw prints as he kicked his legs over his head and sprang up with his hands. He was Not going to die like his friends. He launched himself feet first at the goons attacking Manny. He was not weak. He prepared to plant both feet into one goon and unleash the momentum stored in the boots into the mans body, hoping to shove him into his buddy and both into the wall. Not helpless. He was going to stop them. He was.... the roaring downstairs ended his thoughts and he smoke into the communicator. *Can you guys stop him? Got a supe up here too.*

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Manny could feel the bruises already forming from his beatdown but he refused to let the case go. But after a brief moment, it dawned on him that the beating suddenly stopped. Cautiously turning his head up from the floor, he looked up to see the form of the Jersey Devil. "Thanks." The two goons that Bob launched into one another towards a wall were on the ground writing in pain. One cradling his side as a rib bulged out from his flesh and made an obvious bump under the goon's shirt and the other holding his back while lying as flat as he could on the floor. The strong impact to the wall likely having compounded to an already existing back issue.

It seemed that they'd had dealt with the threats in the VIP area. Bucur too busy trying to prevent himself from bleeding out from the severe laceration Bob gave him. The goons unconscious or too injured to fight. And Façade himself opting to just keep down and hope that by staying down, he'd avoid another pummeling; going so far as to even shift his body to make false injuries and act in constant pain to make him even less of a target. But even if they'd secured the VIP area, the dance floor had the biggest threat the new CHAMPs had to face: an overdosed duster.

Manny looked to Bob from his prone position as he tried to stand back up. "Bo-Imean-Jersey Devil. I can handle securing these guys for arrest. You go help the Performer and Link out with the big guy. Be careful though, if things get bad you and the others get out of there ASAP, ok? As much as I hate the idea, if we can't stop him, we're gonna have to wait for the police to gun him down."

Down in the dance floor, Talia would land behind the counter with Link and see that the rock star hero was still in quite a daze from nearly getting shot and killed but, thankfully, still very much alive and well. Though it may not be the case soon. The overdosed thug began snatching seats and tables off the side of the dance floor and began throwing the projectiles at the hiding duo. With every thrown improvised projectile, the massive superhuman moved closer to where the two heroes hid behind.

A chair hitting the displayed alcohol and showering the two with bits and pieces of sharp glass as well as an unearthly mixture of cheap booze and exotic spirits. If the two didn't do something, they'd be going toe to toe against an artificial superhuman that could easily maim or kill with his bare hands.

Police? Wait for the Police? Why, so they can charge us for stupid crap while they let the real bad guys go? Just like they did with his friends? If the lifeless glass eyes of the Jersy Devils mask were able to change color to match his moods, they would be glowing red. He launched himself to the balcony overlooking the main floor, perching on the railing to look below at the chaos. Extending his claws, he focused on the brute. Backflipping off the railing and slamming his boots into the balcony to gain momentum, he rocketed up, grabbed the chandelier in order to swing up and plant his boots on the ceiling, then pushed off to swing for the brutes back.

Letting go of the of the chandelier, he sailed down like a cat, feet and claws first. The loose threads of belt and leather straps fluttering behind him. He aimed to plant his claws into the brute's shoulder blades, and his boots into the brute's lower back at the hips. His goal at the moment was to get the things focus off his new team, and on the defensive. He was trying to be somewhere hard to reach, but also somewhere he could jump off if he knew he was going to get grabbed. He'd never tried this before, but his primal hatred at the time made this seem like a good idea.

Peeking over the edge cautiously, bracing as the back wall behind her exploded in shards of glass that rained down on her, Talia could see that her position was vulnerable now and that the overdosed guy was going to soon corner both her and Link. Turning to her partner, she tried (probably in vain) to snap him out of it but then realized she wasn't going to be able to help him and her at the same time. He was too big for her to try to carry out or use the ribbons to assist her... It was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was torn between thinking of leaving him behind and trying to protect herself by leaving, which would also likely cause the thing to turn away from Link and chase her.

Just as she was pondering her next move, she saw a blur of movement from the balcony above leap down onto the giant thing... "The Jersey Devil..." she breathed, while in some level of awe at the hero's movement speed and boldness, but then she realized he might still need her assistance in some way. With that final thought in mind, she launched herself away from the bar and to the other side of the room, landing with a graceful roll as she simultaneously sent out her ribbons to lash around one of the overdosed guy's massive legs... She was aiming to trip him at the very least but if she could slice with her razor tips at the end in some way, that was also the goal. She would be a partner and teammate that helped out her others the best she could, no matter what the danger was to her.

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As the battle raged on below, Manny did his best to pull out as many zip ties as his hands could carry. "Man, I knew buying these in bulk would be useful in the future." The man muttered to himself as he restrained the thugs' hands behind their backs and their legs together. When he tried to tie the shapeshifting drug peddler, he was surprised to not see the villain on the floor. Manny began to panic as he thought the group's first ever villain arrest had escaped their grasp in the heat of the battle with Bucur. But after scanning the area again he finally notices that Façade had snuck up on him and, worse, procured himself a mean looking switchblade. Without any hesitation, a quick stab was given to the Latino Man.

The blade pierced his unarmored forearm without any resistance, forcing the man to drop the case of Diamond Dust inhalers. "GAH FUCK!" "I...I may not be...getting out of here free..." Façade wheezed out an unsteady breath. Bob's earlier attack had broken a number of his ribs and made it exceptionally hard to breathe and much more to talk. "But...I'll kill your bitch...ass before that...happens." Bucur may have been in pain and occupied preventing from bleeding out, but the sight of one of his attackers caused the big man to let out a guffaw. "Told you wannabe...guh...you're fuckin' dead." He was hurt and it was a 1 on 1 fight with an armed villain. Guess he'd take a little longer before he could help his comrades down in the dance floor against the behemoth of a man.

In the dance floor, it was made painfully obvious that despite their 100% they were doing superficial damage to the artificial super. Akin to a bear fighting against two cats. The muscles swelled to the point that even the lacerations of Bob's claws and Talia's razor tipped ribbons seemed to only irritated the drug crazed man. Blinded by rage, Bob failed to evade a big meaty hand that grabbed his arm and nearly popped the arm from the socket as he was thrown off. From clawing away at the meaty back of the brute to suddenly having his vision blur as he careened to Talia. Bob would have a heartbeat's time to do something before he hit the woman.

Talia knew that Link would be relatively safe behind the bar if she and Bob fought the overdusted brute head on...but that was quite a tall order, but with the sight of the Jersey Devil's brutal heroics inspired the woman to fight back...but sadly to little effect as the hulking brute tanked the damage and even managed to use the masked hero as a projectile against Talia from her position. She could try to catch him but that would damage her while mitigating Bob's damage received. Alternatively she could dodge out of the way, saving herself but would cause Bob to slam into the bar and likely to severe injury...if not outright death.

Decisions, decisions...

Bob cursed as he was grabbed, trying to cling in vain to the brute. Thinking fast was pivotal in his line of entertainment, and it hopefully served him well now. *Duck!!* he cried to the performer, flipping in mid flight to aim his shock absorbing boots and gloves at the coming bar. While they should be able to take the impact... the bar was not so fortunate.

There was a splinter and cracking seconds before the wood buckles and pops out like it was hit by a cannon ball. Wood, glass, liquid splinters everywhere, and drops Bob hard to the ground as everything rains down on top of him. All he could do was lay there and groan for a moment, not entirely sure where he hurt yet, but that did hurt.

"No!" Talia's cry was basically silenced at the sound of the crash as she watched the Jersey Devil be thrown into the bar and be showered with the debris that followed... She had to stay focused. Link's and now Bob's lives depended on it...

Hoping that she could assist in some way by giving Bob time to get back up, she leaped to the other side of the room, away from the bar to draw the thing away, and swished out one of her whip-like ribbons straight at the brute's face but specifically his eyes. If she could blind him with those razor edges at the ends of her ribbons, surely even a majorly doped up thing like this would feel the effects of razors in his eyeballs and hopeful blindness... She used the other ribbon to give a sharp tug wrapped around the hand closest to her location and direct him her way... She remained a good distance away after her ribbons did their job, letting her leap continue to carry her till she made it safely to the ground away from the bar.

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Bob's arms and legs ached badly. His gloves and boots ensured that majority of the force was absorbed and he avoided severe injury, and possibly, death. He wouldn't be fighting at 100% any more, but the fire of determination in Bob kept him running. Was he about to let this dusted up dummy kill him or the others? Hell no! But he still needed time to get up. Fortunately Talia was there to provide the much needed back-up and distraction that Bob needed. The razor tipped ribbons lashed at the brute's face and regardless of how thick his muscles were, his eyes were still the same squishy slimy spheres as when he was still normal. The effect was immediate as crimson life fluid spurted from where an eye should have been. Success! But only a partial one as when Talia's ribbons wrapped around the brute's hand and by sheer power alone, yanked the Performer mid-jump and causing her to be dragged closer to the rampaging mutant. Close enough for her to be in range of the flailing arms of the pseudo super human.

Things were looking bleak.

Manny was bleeding pretty badly from his arm injury, but from the sound of the Jersey Devil's command to duck and the sound of something breaking and splintering, his allies were getting a worse beating than he was. Talia's cry of disbelief made the dread he felt even worse. Had he led his new companions to their deaths? The man's knees began to shake once more. "What's the matter, chump?" Bucur takes a sharp breath. "Finally realizing you fucked up?" Scowling at the injured man Manny yells at him. "S-shut up!" Façade makes a wheezing sound that echoed a chuckle. "Play time...over, wannabe." He hated how even now the villains didn't take them seriously. How their group was the butt end of every joke in the hero community. Hated how all their blood, sweat, and tears were being disregarded like trash! The shapeshifting villain finishes wheezing out a chuckle and lunges at the seemingly disheartened Manny, intending to kill him...but gets knocked out.

Manny had used his armored hand to parry the knife's blade and slug Façade in the face. Leaving Bucur dumbstruck. "No." He wasn't letting his new CHAMPs die here. They were the CHAMPs and champions don't give up! Turning around and leaping from the railings of the VIP area he free falls to the semi-blinded mutant man. "Omega Zap!" He removed the suit's safety limiter and discharged the full wattage the suit had to offer. He was risking his life to prove that they were heroes worthy of respect. But more importantly, he was risking it to make sure his new friends were coming home alive.

There was a brief flash of light and a deafening boom as if a lightning bolt had struck the dance floor.

As Talia and Bob blinked away the disorientation they saw Manny on the floor alongside the mutant brute, both of them having 3rd degree burns in the pattern of a branching tree...but even after that sacrifice, the over dusted up monster stood back up. Albeit with barely any fight left within it; but it was still rearing to go fight and kill it's opponents.

It was up to the two remaining heroes to finish it off now that Manny had knocked himself out and Link was still too shocked to move.

Bob groaned, pulling himself up slowly from the wreckage of the bar. He hadn't felt like this in a while, but it wasn't entirely new to him. when you misgauge a jump across a rooftop and end up ping ponging down an alley into a dumpster, you learn to suck it up and try again, or go home. Bob clearly sucked it up. Being able to move didn't help him know what to do from here though. Their party of four had been reduced to two, the drugs were missing, the supes upstairs where probably getting away, Link had blown a gasket, and Manny was down. Did he go for the bosses? Did he try to take out the brute? Did he try to help everyone get away? He wished he could move around like the dancer did. Combine that with his parkour, and he could be brutal in dodging and making a distraction. Right now, he was only good on the go. Thinking as fast as he could while still in pain, he released the stored impact of his boots to launch him up to the chandelier, trying to get a look at everything in hopes of figuring out what to do. Where were the bosses? Where were the drugs? What here the people that had been in the room doing? and... he hated to consider it, but he was running low on options... what there a gun that he could see and get to in case he needed to put the brute down. he wasn't good with guns... had never actually fired one... but how hard could it be.

Disoriented and dazed by the deafening noise and the sudden appearance of their other teammate badly injured and now unconscious on the ground, Talia blinked in shock a few times before shaking her head to clear it and jump into action. She readied her ribbons and was able to wrap one of them around Manny's leg and pull him safely out of the way of the over-dusted supe over to where she was...

What else could she do though? She had no idea how they were going to take this thing down... She just knew she needed to get Manny away from it and give The Jersey Devil a chance to get to his feet and recover from his own hard landing. Looking around frantically, desperately, she didn't see any way out of this without trying to fully end this brute's life... but how? She thought of her performance abilities and realized something: perhaps she could be a similar distraction to this brute as she had been to those bullies in the back...

She readied herself once more, after yanking Manny some distance away... and prepared herself to reveal a full distraction.

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Bob easily launched himself to the chandelier above to get a better vantage of the dance floor as well as the VIP area. His body ached like crazy but his sheer determination pushed him onward. Thankfully, Bucur was still incapacitated by his vicious strike earlier that fight and Façade was out cold. The thugs were either out cold from the electric shocks dealt by Manny or writhing on the ground from the injuries caused by Bob. The case containing the Diamond Dust inhalers was, miraculously, still where Manny had dropped it when he got stabbed. If the Jersey Devil were forced to do in the false super, a pistol could still be acquired in the VIP area.

But he had a plan right to take the brute down non-lethally, right? Bob didn't need to resort to using guns to gun down this beast like those heartless men and women who gunned his friends and family down like animals. Bob was better than that...right?

Down in the dance floor, the Brute slowly lumbered forward towards Talia. Even after getting hit with what would have been tantamount to a lightning bolt, it still managed to stand back up. Its roaring bravado reduced to an ember of defiance against the rookie heroes. Just as the brutish monster reached down to use the unconscious Manny as a projectile, the big meaty hand grasped at nothing but the polished hardwood floor. Confused he looks at the Performer and sees her ribbon wrapped around the unconscious man that was a safe distance away from either of them. But rather than go for the vulnerable man, the brute was easily distracted by the graceful movements of both woman and ribbon; its clumsy swings, made more sluggish by its weakened state, automatically failed to snatch even a strand of hair from the woman.

If she played her cards right, she could set up the over-dusted up brute to the center of the dance floor and give Bob an opportunity to drop the chandelier on it and end the fight then and there without resorting to lethal means.

...but of course it will be up to them on how they finish this fight.

Bob almost audibly sighed with relief as he saw that things were still in the VIP room. "Good job Manny" he thought as he focused again on the brute. From this angle he had a good view of things. He just wished he had something large and heavy to drop on the thing..... he would have face palmed if he wasn't holding onto the very heavy thing he was looking for. *Dancer! Guide him under the chandelier!*

Climbing to the top of the chandelier, he dug his claws of one hand into the ceiling so he wouldn't fall with it, then extended his claws of the other hand fully, preparing to slice through the support holding it.

Looking up at The Jersey Devil as he sprang and was now poised atop the chandelier, Talia continued her dancing and swaying and twisting and flurry of movement with the ribbons. She didn't even realize at first that the brute was definitely distracted by it all... that her plan was actually working and saving Manny and Link from becoming targets! She heard Bob call out to her from his position and realized what he wanted... It definitely would be an easy task to continue luring the big brute over to that part of the dance floor while keeping herself out of arm's reach. She did exactly as Bob had commanded and then tried her best to get out of the way of whatever fell, but she didn't know if that would be enough or not...

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Bob and Talia's coordination went off without any issue and the false super sluggishly chased after the dancer and her ribbons. The finale was coming to a close, the monstrous man had been positioned underneath the chandelier Bob was on. Link and Manny were in a relatively safe distance away from the danger. And, of course, Talia had danced herself away from the danger zone to let gravity take this pesky thorn on their side away once and for all.

With one swift motion of Bob's free hand, the thick rope holding up the canopy is cut and the large hefty light fixture freefalls 20 feet down and towards the brute. The impact causes a significant tremor to shake the entirety of the nightclub and a cacophonous crash echoes throughout the building. As the dust settles, there lies the unconscious form of the false super. Underneath 400 pounds of bent steel, shattered crystal, and broken light bulbs. Bucur had not seen the entirety of the event but he was horrified none-the-less. "YOU SONS OF BITCHES! THAT CHANDELIER WAS AN ANTIQUE!" Gone was his concern for his severely injured leg, all he was focused on now was cussing out the remaining CHAMPs in his native Romanian.

It was a hard battle, with Link blowing a fuse and Manny unconscious, but it was all worth it in the end. The CHAMP proved themselves to be legitimate heroes.

But as celebrations go, they had to be cut short by the sound of the front door being kicked in and the sudden presence of the Hero City Police Department. "HPD! Freeze!" The group of the boys in blue warned everyone while drawing their pistols. "Woah, woah, woah! Boys calm down. Situation has been handled by the heroes." Said a man who parted the sea of blue uniforms, badges, and drawn guns. He looks to Talia and then to Bob hanging on the celling with a confused look on his face, before he sees the unconscious form of the Latino man. "Oh my God, Manny! Someone wheel him out and into the ambulance!" He yells at the number of police officers present. "NOW GODDAMNIT!" The police then scramble out to do what the man told them to. Soon an EMT team arrives and places Manny on a stretcher to be taken to the hospital for medical treatment. Other EMT teams escorted by pairs of police officers arrive to capture and treat the other injured criminals and to get Link some psychiatric help.

Once this was happening, the man approaches Talia but stops at a safe 10 feet away before introducing himself to the two remaining heroes. "I'm Lieutenant George Brenner. I assume you're the 'new team' Manny talked about?"

Retracting his claws, Bob drops to the floor next to Talia, letting his boots absorb the fall, though he still stumbled a little from the aches and pains that were making themselves more known as adrenaline began to wear off. He looked to the cop with those blank glass eyes and nodded. He never really liked cops, but if he was going to be a hero, he guessed this was something he was going to have to get used to. "Yes sir. We are the new Champs." He pauses and looks around for a moment, "There should be a metal case of the drugs they were dealing here somewhere. Is Ma... The Gadgeteer going to be okay"