Black Jack was thrown back along with the cops and cruisers. He used the force from the blow to go into a backflip and land on his feet. "Woohoo! You're my kind of guy, 9, but you already knew that." About that time he noticed that another had shown up and helped out the cops. It was an oddly dressed little vigilante, it was Trick. Before Jack could do or say a thing about her strange get up, she disappeared and reappeared behind 9, jabbing something or other into his back. "You would not attack so brashly if you knew our pain." 9 said in a emotionless tone. "Here, let me show you." The number reached back behind him and gripped the wooden handle piece that she had pressed into his spine. 

"9, don't!!" Jack ran to stop him but he was too far away to get there in time. The cops on site just stood bewildered unsure of what to do about the two, make that three, powerful beings that fought before them. If Trick did not teleport or get out of the way, flashes of horrible things would appear before her eyes; visions of the tortures that befell the poker deck named ones. Including 9 and Jack. The visions were too blurry to tell exactly who these people were but it was obvious that terrible things were being done to them, their screams of pain were prominent above any other noises.