[@baskets] [@Milkman] [@VitaVitaAR]

As Vigil attacked the group of goons in hazmat suits, they stopped firing for risk of shooting each other and engaged in hand to hand combat.  One goon managed to land a punch on Erin, spurring the others on, while some of them took out stun batons, trying to take swings at her.  Some attempted to grab her and pin her down to prevent her from flying away.

The ones on the front, who were more scared of Phenomenon riddling them with holes than they were of the chaos Vigil was causing in their backlines put down their rifles and raised their hands in surrender.  One came to the front, seeming to hold some sort of leadership position, and addressed Phenomenon, "This doesn't concern you!  We're taking Meltdown somewhere where he can be controlled!"  The man made to activate something on his arm, but stopped as a wall of brambles rose up between his hazmat crew, and Phenomenon and Meltdown.  Feeling at least temporarily safe from Phenomenon firing their own bullets back at them because of the plant wall that now stood in the way, the man ordered, "Focus on the girl, then we get Meltdown!"

Meltdown, in a frenzy, failed to notice the bramble wall come up and ran headlong into it, getting stopped.  He shook his head, noticing the barrier, and hearing a voice address him, looked over his shoulder to see the witch and Phenomenon.  he wanted to hurt them, melt their flesh from their bones and watch them crisp in the heat of a sun, but he looked back, seeing the Faraday cage through the holes in the bramble wall.  Meltdown knew what a Faraday cage was, it was a cage that was capable of blocking radio signals, and being inside would free him from the continual buzzing he heard that human digital civilization had created.  He was so close.  he put his arms forward, his hands glowing, and released a powerful stream of microwaves at the wall.  The microwaves agitated the water molecules in the plants to boil, causing bits and pieces of the wall to explode with steam.  It wasn't the most efficient method, but he was slowly making a hole big enough for himself to walk through.  "Your wall can't stop me!  And I'll boil you just as easily if you come any closer!" He'd call their bluff and see if they would really dare to engage him.

A reporter, cameraman, and helicopter pilot slowly sneaked towards the forest.  Though disheveled from their helicopter crashing after Meltdown sent an EMP their way, they made it out in one piece, and felt good enough to attempt to continue reporting.

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[@Tricheus] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Dead Cruiser]

The scientist quickly put on the suit that Prism handed her, having done so many times in the past, "Thank you, the failsafe should have activated, but I just need to make sure.  It's that way,"  she pointed toward the epicenter of the destruction.  The scientist cursed under her breath, "We knew it wasn't a good idea!"

One plant worker approached Blast Girl, "You're...Blast Girl, right?  Thank you so much for being here.  We have evacuation specialists keeping tabs on all the people that have been saved, there are still eleven..." he heard some mumbling coming over the walkie talkie and put it to his ear, "ten, we have only ten employees unaccounted for."  He however, backed off when Yellow Prism approached, deciding to let the metas discuss their plan of action.

"Galaxy Boy!" came a muffled yell.  A nuclear engineer had followed protocol and hidden under the earthquake-proof lab benches, but the rubble piled in front of him prevented his escape.  "I'm not hurt, but I'm trapped!" He was able to see out and had recognized a younger, male version of Galaxion, that the news had recently started calling 'Galaxy Boy'.

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[@baskets] [@Rin]

Everyone got on their hands and knees when Wrecker made his entrance into the bank.  Many were sliding their purses and wallets in his direction to comply with his demands.  Those who were reluctant to part with their valuables were pressured by the others to relinquish their possessions due to Wrecker having a hostage.

One of the bankers raised her hands in surrender saying, "Of course, we'll do everything you say."  This type of situation had happened enough times in the past, yet it was terrifying every time. Still, she reached one hand down to access the pop-out shelf containing dollar bills and in one swift motion, deftly pressed the silent emergency signal that was placed strategically next to the money shelf.  Pulling out the shelf, she handed it through the slot in the grating.  Other tellers also pulled out their shelves and did the same thing.  "Since you'll only be here for two minutes," the first teller asked professionally, and not without a little sarcasm, "I suppose you don't want anything in the vault?"  If he did, it would keep him here longer, which was good for the authorities, but if he didn't it was better for the victims.  Those who weren't professional bank robbers would probably spend undue time waffling on a decision.  "Maybe it was better if Wrecker just left," the teller thought to herself.  Though the signal she had pressed went to the American Dream Corps. HQ as well as the Angel City Police Department, she had seen on the news that the Dream Corps. was away on a mission overseas, and wasn't sure the ACPD was equipped to deal with a threat like this.  What she didn't know was that the ACPD branch that had been part of the Zeta project routed all such emergency signals to a robot superhero.