Andy stared at what was coming down. Moments later it slammed into the ground and the pressure wave threw him on the ground. He coughed as the impact forced the air out of his lungs, took in a breath of the hot air and groaned. "What the..." he muttered when he heard a harsh, feminine voice. He turned his head so he could look at the speaker. 

The innocent had nothing to fear, that was good news, that was exactly what he was. He just hoped the agent or knight of NNPD would think the same. He remained on the ground as instructed, going against the people with the weapons was rarely a good idea, especially since there was no reason to assume they would kill him. He turned his head to look at everyone else, to make out if they were still alive. Hopefully the red-haired gunman would be smart enough to refrain from killing official law-enforcement. Andy sighed, did it even matter? At this point he was just glad the man hadn't tried to kill him yet. He noticed how the red-suited man got up. Judging from what happened it was a bad idea to ignore the instruction of the female cop or knight or whatever the title was they gave themselves. 

"When can we get up again?" he asked. "The streets of New Nemea are very comfortable, but I am a little thirsty now."