Beck was relieved. Everything was fine. "Alright. Thank you, sir."

His ride was a quiet one, thinking to himself the entire (though quick) trip. He made no effort to hide his grim feelings. The mission was serious, and he found the entire scenario deeply unsettling. That this had even happened in the first place. Unbelievable. He'd been toying idly with his mask as he often did en route to a mission when the police station came into view. He put the mask on, and took a deep breath. Time to go.

The fight itself was just as he expected. He was gliding around on platforms of ice (the cops seemed dangerous, and he didn't want to risk brawling with them even in ice-form), generally providing support to the other team members; freezing the cyborgs' feet to the ground, jamming their weapons, making them slide and tripping them up, the works. It was hard for him to be fully offensive in a large battle like this without running the risk of friendly fire, or killing. None of their attacks were really touching him, thanks to his watchful eye and agility. He moved his trail higher into the air for a better look at the scene, noting the several new faces that joined the fight, and almost skidded off it entirely when he saw one of the plasma cannons blast a large hole into Brick. The enemy wasn't hesitating. Frostbite was paralyzed. 

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered, taking it in. Just then, a blast from below soared a few inches to his left, which he barely avoided. That snapped his attention back to where it needed to be. Now was the time for action, the fallen would have to come later. He watched Hellfire take the killer down, which eased his mind somewhat. One of the Dittos below shouted something, but Frostbite only caught the end.

"... Give the lady some cover fire!"

[i]'Will do.'[/i] he thought to himself as he glided over, trailing Owlet's path and giving her cover as ordered. He was definitely going to need to think about things later, he decided. Assuming he made it through the ordeal in the first place.