"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.