Thomas had noticed the two guards who had dropped to the floor, bullet wounds. It had given him enough cover to move into the gym, without getting shot at, since the truck wasn't exactly a stealth-maneuver. He'd swiftly walk through the halls, till he saw the guy holding his bleeding hand, most of the hand being shot off. As he saw the masked man in the hat, he went for his weapon, but too late as Thomas punched him out before he could take aim, Thomas's punch deforming the mask on his head. Thomas turned around, towards where he saw the bullethole in the window, and smiled, tilting his hat slightly. It was too dark, but with his enhanced sight he was fairly certain he saw a figure up on the rooftop the next street-over.

Thomas noticed the running couple whom had jumped out the window, it didn't take long for him to connect the dots. “ Guess I'm not the only guardian angel of this city.” Thomas noted to himself, as he moved to forward, towards the dance hall, approaching another thug, looking into the gym, watching over them from the stands where the crowd was during a indoors-match. Thomas grabbed a firm grip around the man's throat with his forearm, using his other arm to hold the man's arm back, so he wouldn't fire his weapon. “Don't fight. Just relax. You'll be okay.” Thomas told him, his voice hushed as the man lost consciousness from oxygen deprivation. Thomas could see two more mask-wearing thugs but they had too many people to use as hostages. He had to think of a better approach. 

[i]What I'd give for tear-gas right about now..[/i]