[I][b]Morningstar[/I][/b]

Morningstar never replied to Pariah at all, at first because he congratulated her prep like she was a trainee who'd surprised him by getting something right and she didn't think calling him a condescending bastard was good form, then because he gave her an extremely tense genuine compliment, and that was so out of character for him that she was so shocked she felt words would fail her. Silently though she was furious at him. It was bad enough working with him again after what had happened last time, but he had to go an make it worse by acting so strange for him that she couldn't help but start to second guess him and herself. Dammit, this was neither the time or the place for that. 

It was a kind of blessing when the Legion men stormed into sight, the onset of violence being a welcome distraction for her. Before the thugs could even sight her weapons she set of the flashbangs, sowing chaos in their ranks. Pariah opened fire with that same cool detachment that she had already admired so, Morningstar following suit a microsecond later, hundreds of hours of practice making the manoeuvre more reflex than conscious action, she finishing off any goons Pariah left standing in short order, their economy of movement and unspoken teamwork meaning their bullets never overlapped and their field of fire was all consuming, and just like that it almost felt like the two were team again, just like the good ol' days. 

It was almost like stepping back in time. Shame it took a half dozen dead or dying men to accomplish it.

[U][I]Mr Joe Black[/u][/I] 

Joe went back in for another hostage without thinking, some strange feeling overriding his usual laziness. Maybe it was concern for his fellow man? Maybe it was a desire to dress Legion down a little? Maybe it was shame at how little he had done to help earlier at Maroni's? Maybe it was a combination of all those things, but it was far more likely that he thought the winged woman was a bit of a babe, wings not withstanding, and reckoned him lifting her out while she was unconscious was the best time to cop a feel of her pert breasts, which he promptly did, giggling like a school boy afterwards. Then he squeezed them again, just for good luck, before hiking her over her shoulder and heading out. As he did he heard Vigilance mutter something about superhumans. Joe wasn't entirely certain if he qualified as a superhuman, not as if being dead was considered a superpower after all, but he was suitably insulted either way. 

"Ah, blow it out your ass, ya poor man's Pariah, who incidentally is just a poor man's Punisher. Keep that kinda bullshit to yourself if you don't want my superpowered boot making a superpowered mess of your all to regular powered ass. Just cause everyone else is to frightened to say anything to ya in case you go running to your boss to tattle doesn't mean I am." Joe continued on to the VTOL to hand the winged chick to the EMT, heaving her on board just as the shooting started inside. He looked behind him like a man who's just heard he has to work overtime on the day of his kids birthday, and with a sigh he stripped of his jacket, shirt and raybans, handing them to the EMT also. 

"What I said about the girl? That goes double for my stuff. If you lose them I'll eat your family to. And don't bother trying to sneak one of my smokes, I know how many is left, I counted!" With one last stern look he headed back in towards the Den.