Recruiting

[videocrazy]

Slowly standing back up, looking around one more time and watching fights and such continuing to break out, spotting the occasional weapon, and blood spilling out of mouths and noses, Guardian turned towards Powerhouse. Looking him square in the eye, heart laden with sorrow and eyes beginning to tear up, Guardian began to stutter out "W... w-w-w... what..." before finally managing to spit out, in what would generously be considered a whisper, "What have we done?"

[Ozoe]

Powerhouse stood next to the hero who he had been battling not more than a moment ago. He paused, looking out at the escalating violence. What they had done was help trigger off a riot. He looked back to McFearson, who was already trying to command the severely outnumbered soldiers to make a safe corridor for families trying to flee the melee.

He scanned the crowd to see if there was any order to the chaos. The people closest to the stage were getting pressed by those fleeing the violence at the back of the crowd. The soldiers, while trained, were taking a long time to get from the front to the back so they could help the beleaguered police who were striving to break things up.

Alex knew he'd feel like the idiot he was later, but they didn't have time for regret now. Years in the service had conditioned him to act first and consider the ramifications later. Rubbing his wincing jaw he grabbed Guardian by the shoulders, "we've touched off a riot. There are really good people in there that are going to get creamed if we can't stop it. So let's get those muscles put to good use."

Thinking quickly he said, "can you rip this stage up and get a sheltered corridor for people to get out of here? I'm going to try and help get the soldiers to where they need to be. With any luck... well forget that, just get it done!"