"Yeah." Flood's face was serious as he pulled out his motorcycle keys and pressed a button. The motorcycle drove towards him and stopped nearby. It began shaking slightly until the wheels and other parts began shifting. It eventually shrunk to the size of a large phone and he put it in his pocket. "Let's get to work." He began searching through the rubble and whenever a piece of rubble was too big he froze it and shattered the rubble. He was in the process of doing that when he heard a light moan. He turned to the sound and dug a 14-15 year old boy out. "You're good kid." The boy looked up at him and looked almost frozen in awe. "You're Logan's grandson right? Good seeing you." He carried him over to the infirmary tent and came back to sort through more rubble. "I know him. Hot headed like his granddad, good kid at heart."