And just as if someone did hear Thomas's prayers, something that wasn't quite a teargas grenade caught the attention of the gangbangers that were holding the school up. The two that Thomas had been watching before was now looking away from the students, drawing their attention to the sound of the explosion. Thomas took this as his time to strike, the students were moving on the other side of the gym, too.

Generating speed while springing, he jumped off the bleachers where he had been standing, hidden in the shadows. Jumping from them, Thomas had calculated his jump perfectly, making the three meter jump with grace , landing behind the two thugs. Bending his knee, he was crouching to avoid injury, when the thugs was turning around, Thomas put his hand on each of their shins, and jerked forward, making them both flip in the air, and fall forward on the ground, hitting the ground with loud thuds. A Third guy came at him, as one of the ones he had knocked down was crawling back to his feet. Thomas pulled the guy from the floor, ripping the gun from his hands. Thomas quickly threw the gun with it's broad side towards the third, still standing guy, the gun hitting him in the face, disorienting him, and by the time he had regained his compuser, Thomas punched him in the chest, knocking the air out of him, as the gangbanger bowed forward, Thomas ripped the mask off, and then with an uppercut sent him to the floor, out cold. 

He heard sirens. “So.. Someone did have the brains to call the cops, huh?”
Thomas figured there'd probably be a few more thugs left, but he couldn't take them on. That'd be too risky, instead, he decided to cover his bases, keep his secret safe.

Thomas saw how the students all ran out for the doors, as he himself ran back up the bleachers, where he made sure he was out of sight, he removed the mask, hat and vest from his person, throwing them all into a trash-bin, He grabbed the bow-tie from his pocket and tied it around his neck, he grabbed a shard of glass and cut a shallow-cut into his left arm, and then he used the shard to graze his cheek. Thomas letting out a painfilled groan while doing so. “Dammit I hate cuts..” Thomas mumbled to himself under his breath. He saw a lighter, and lit the lighter up, as he tossed it into the trashbin, destroying the evidence. “Waste of a 200 dollar hat..”

Now all that the Texan had to do was keep himself out of danger and wait for the authorities to clean up.