[b]"Good to have you back, mi amiga."[/b] half-whispered, half sobbed El Sasquatcho, still holding Vesta's cringing form. [b]"I'm so sorry we could not locate you in time. None of this is on you."[/b]

The noble Luchador lifted the mentally restored Titan and carried her over to her blood relative, addressing the founding Justice Leaguer directly. [b]"Hola, Senorita... um, Woman. Por favor, could you see to your prima? We need to care for our wounded.[/b] He looked into Ves's eyes, smiled, and remarked in an almost cheery voice, [b]"We will talk later, dulcita. You rest now."[/b] 

The second El Sasqatcho turned his back on the two Amazons, he snapped away from smiles and reassuring talk. His eyes and posture became that of a Field Marshal. He looked to the newcomer who leapt down from the gaping hole in the ceiling with a hammer. [b]"You! El Sasquatcho thanks you for your assistance. Make with the getting over here and grabbing Señor Ratboy. We need to get these two to a hospital, [u]ahora[/u]."[/b]

The burly wrestler ran to Wildcat's hiding spot for the two heroes, kicking debris out of the way. With as much care as his haste would allow, he lifted the slumped and broken form of Zero from the ground, cradled his neck and back of his head, and made for the door. 

On his way out, he looked to Wonder Woman, [b]"If you have an opening with the Justice Leaguing, Miss Woman, por favor let El Sasquatcho know. It has to be safer than this.[/b] 

Kicking open the doors, El Sasquatcho ran (as fast as he dared with the injured Zero) to his El Camino. As soon as his vehicle was in view, he skidded to a halt. His head cocked to the side, mouth agape, not quite believing what he was seeing. 

The car was intact. Fully. Nary a scratch, as luck would have it. Yet still, El Sasquatcho's surprise made him come close to dropping his fragile teammate. 

[b]No, nonono... Every efrigging time! NO! Anytime those bastardo seagulls fly near my Vato Truck, they have to make with the bombing, but [i]this[/i] El Sasquatcho refuses to tolerate! HEY, HAMMERGUY! When you come with the Rat Boy, please bring the paper towels and sandblaster with, okay?"[/b]

Focusing his eyes on the roof of his precious El Camino, there reposed the largest, most obscene example of giant radioactive owlbeast splattage known to civilized man. If but for a second, the horrified masked Luchador considered waiting for a bus. 

***

...the El Camino roared from the Grant's Gym parking lot, fishtailing only slightly as he followed a memorized course to the nearest Emergency Room.