The Vulture managed to circumnavigate the real GCPD as he escaped the highrise by nothing more than sheer luck, as he would have been easy prey for the officers in his current state. The hostages had made it to the safety of the police cordon by now, all thanks to Blink's quick thinking, and the SWAT teams had entered, eager to bring down Deadshot and Vulture. The Gotham Cable News Network had managed to capture footage of the vigilante killing a man, and it already seemed to be all over the news, television and internet. Everyone watching was eager to see what would happen next. Vulture managed to get his motorbike street level before he was picked up by a police helicopter, who recognised him almost immediately. "I have eyes on the prime suspect, currently fleeing the scene." the co-pilot announced down the police band. The message was received by Detective Harvey Bullock, currently the senior officer at the scene of the siege. "Roger that. Do not let him get away. I want an immediate pursuit. Lets show this scum what happens to cop-killers in this town!" Several police cruisers began to home in on Vulture's position, who would have to shake them and the helicopter somehow. Back up on the highrise Paladin was finally starting to rouse himself, even if his body was physically crying out in protest. Deadshot was still up there, and he couldn't just lie around like a hump of scrap while that madman was still on the loose. The girl under the table had squirmed around for a bit before falling back into unconsciousness, but she would be safe until he had dealt with Lawton. Aaron was still demanding a sit-rep, but by his increasingly calm voice it sounded like he had realised that Galahad wasn't dead and was instead just ignoring him. The armour felt heavier than usual as Paladin picked himself up, indicating that some of the load servos were probably busted in the explosion. His power levels were also low, in fact he was near running on fumes, but it would have to do for now as there was no time to go back for a recharge. "Paladin, listen to me dammit!" Aaron was sounding awful excitable again. "The GCPD swat are entering the building, intent on rounding up Deadshot and ALL vigilante's. Apparently that other guy killed a cop, you need to get out of there NOW!" Ok, that was worth getting excited over. There was no way the Knight armour had enough juice left to go at it with the cops, and Galahad wasn't in a much better state himself. And if the cops did get their hands on him then it would only be a matter of time until someone managed to figure out who he used to be, and that would spell all kinds of trouble. Running now meant leaving Deadshot, who would probably be crafty enough to escape the cops himself, but staying to fight Lawton would probably get both of them captured. It was a hard decision, but Galahad had to live to fight another day. He turned for the window. "Right, I'm gone Blacksmith." The girl was still tucked under the table, oblivious to the world. Poor kid, she was gonna be easy meat for the cops there, but what could Paladin do? He barely had enough fuel left to get himself back, forget taking a passenger, especially one he'd never met before. And she had saved the hostages, maybe that would keep her golden with the police? Maybe, but deep down he knew what he knew the answer to that, and it wasn't pretty. She was an accomplice to a cop-killer, and no amount of good deeds would hold her in high esteem with the GCPD now. Still, that was life the life she had chosen for herself, she'd have to live with the consequences. He made it to the window and shot out the saftey glass. He could hear the cops coming up the stairs now, heard them picking up the pace as they heard the gunfire. He turned to look at the girl one last time. In that moment she looked like another girl he'd known once a long time ago, one he'd failed to save. "Dammit," he sighed, running back across and picking the teleporter up as gently as he could. The cops were close now. "What are you doing, get out of there!" screamed Aaron, and edge of panic to his voice. If Paladin got caught then they'd be able to trace him back to the doctor. "I'm a knight, I save damsels." returned the armoured hero. Aaron's reply was the first time Galahad had ever heard him swear. He engaged his boot thrusters at the precise moment the SWAT kicked open the office door, but by the time they had taken aim he was already jetting across the night sky, Blink cradled in his arms like a sleeping child. Two floors up Deadshot pulled his mask and reticule off, revealing a swarthy, moustachioed face. Thankfully Vulture's blade hadn't pierced the eyepiece, otherwise that 'Worlds deadliest sniper' title would have become a lot harder to maintain. Two disguised League of Assassin members approached him, handing him a GCPD SWAT uniform. Deadshot quickly got changed, pulling the new headgear into place last. "So how'd I do? Distract them long enough?" he asked the assassins as they strode quickly towards a stairwell. The lead ninja replied without moving his head "You have performed admirably, the master is please." Deadshot smiled under his mask. "I'm pleased too. Easiest money I've ever made, pulling the wool over those chumps eyes." No one thought to stop the three SWAT officers, so Deadshot made good his escape. ---- "How could you bring her back here! You don't even know who she is!" "I do." "Oh yeah? What's her name then genius?" "Uhh, that I don't know. . . But I do know who she is. She's someone who's willing to risk her life to save some scared hostages. That puts her pretty high in my esteem." "Oh well forgive me for questioning your judgement then, just excuse me if I don't leave out the good silverware around her." Needless to say Aaron hadn't taken the news that they were having a guest in the Smithy well. He had tried to stop his friend from bringing her down, but once Galahad's mind was made up it was near impossible to change it. The doctor had to content himself with wearing a blacked out welders mask to try and hide his identity from her. Paladin had settled the passed out girl onto a fold out cot in the corner of the abandoned station before setting himself the enormous task of convincing Aaron that they should let her stay at least for now. It wasn't going well. . . "Just shutup for now and help me get this armour off, huh? I think the clasps broke in that fall." Galahad was struggling to remove the dented armour, a task seemingly more difficult than calming down Aaron, who came grumbling to help, leaving the unconscious Blink on her own for now.