A second PRT party wagon showed up to pick up the drug heads and cordon off the area less then a minute after the whole mess went down. That made sense as they were already on their way here due to the warning I'd extracted from the Merchant's compatriots in my first less then graceful vehicular take down.
They even had emergency medical assistance at the ready, which was good as I'd taken down some of my quarry rather hard. The chap who's arm I'd snapped like a twig coming to mind.
Fortunately it had been a clean break for the idiot who had tried to blast me with an uzi and he wasn't likely to end up crippled. Hurt, humiliated, and locked up for a considerable time due to the whole 'assault with a deadly weapon and conspiracy to attempt murder' thing yeah but not crippled at least.
Which was good because I would probably feel guilty if he was.
Probably... man my head was a mess.
Still better then dead. Praise the Yozi for second chances.
Needless to say they were rather relieved that no civilians had been harmed. The damage to the surroundings was relatively minimal as well. Yes there was a big wreck of a car to haul away, but no loose bullets this time, and the car hadn't actually damaged anything outside of scraping a sidewalk in a less then critical fashion. Well outside of my damage to the roof of the would be target but I didn't feel like pointing that out.
Lots of noise however, plenty of people had come out to see what had happened.
Which is why it was opted to just head downtown to make my final report. It was a bit to crowded and camera-phone laden to make it out on the open.
That actually suited me just fine. Cops had best coffee.
Well, not in terms of flavor. It was horrible flavor, but from experience I knew a cup of black brewed by an officer could make espresso look like decaf.
And the night was not over yet.
After receding my wings and claws, my armor receding back into my skin in a display that was probably going right to youtube if the twelve year old filming me had anything to say about it, I got into the van and we headed off to the station.
On the way small talk was initiated, I asked for ideas on where I could get a cellphone, one was a cape geek so I mostly ended up talking to them about superpowers. We jointly lamented that so many Parahumans chose to do the super-villain thing. It was a surprisingly warm and cheerful 'comrades in arms' moment really.
Then we arrived, I got coffee, filled out paperwork and shamelessly gorged myself on a nut bowl open for everyone as I had been living off of nothing but cup noodles for half a week now.
Naturally I was just finished writing out the written copy of the thing when a woman wearing the glorious hybrid of a An American Flag and army fatigues entered into the scene.
...Huh.
Okay first of all. I really should have seen the second attempt at a recruiting speech coming.
Second of all, Ms. Militia was alotmore cute in person.