Stryfe smiled. 'That should do for now.' He said, to no one in particular. He walked over to the limp body of his target and held him as he teleported out of the house, and to the safe house he had been provided for the mission. He couldn't risk anyone walking in on them. He tied Alex up, made sure he couldn't escape, and then rested a hand on his wound, using his innate power to heal him, which is something he knew only because it helped to torture people without killing them.