Doyle watched the situation unfold. The two young heroes fighting off the clones with what he'd consider more ferocity than himself. Along with Phoenix breaking through the glass roof and swooping down upon the actual villain and asking him to actually turn himself in. He'd never seen something so generous in all his life. If it were Doyle he would have just shot him on the spot. 

Doyle never understand those kind of heroics. The type to try and get the villain to put themselves in prison. If Doyle were a villain he'd always thought that he'd rather go down fighting rather than look like some coward and turn himself in. His eyes flickered around, it was a hopeless battle, if they gained any advantage in the fight the hostages would be killed. There was no winning this. He sent a look to Phoenix and the two young heroes he didn't know the name of. He then raised his hands in the air as a sort of surrender to the clones. This was a sticky situation if he had ever seen one. The villain didn't seem too insane, he was at least reasonable enough not to harm the civilians if he was just left alone.