Fixer was just staring down at the food table when the telepathic message was sent to all of them. His eyebrows raised as there was a moment of silence among all of them. He expected everything to just explode into action. And then it did. The heroes that could afford to run or fly to said location were the first to go. He placed his hands in his pockets as he watched the building went back to its original state. Wow, he really admired that power High Island had. That was quicker than what he was capable of doing right now. He really needed to work on his own power. Maybe someday he'll get to that level. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but if he can do that, then that would just be amazing.

As everyone was exiting the building, Fixer simply looked at the table. This was his chance, while no one was watching. He could finally eat a lot of these before he went out. Besides, the heroes were already littered all over that. They had it covered didn't they? Yeah, they didn't need his help per se. He practically ripped away his mask and then started to gulp down the brownies and the other non-shellfish food they had there. Then he heard it, the accursed call of his teammates. They were sober? Damn it. There goes all of eating this. He quickly placed his mask on his face again and jogged over to the entrance where his teammates were waiting. "Come on man, hurry up!"

Fixer rolled his eyes and then hopped on to the back of the First Responder pickup truck. While in there, they quickly changed into their uniforms. They were nowhere near as fast as the other heroes but they arrived soon enough to see the heroes fending off these... "rats". He didn't think he should even refer to them as rats. At least those were lovable at some point, bu these looked like they were ready to tear them limb from limb. Actually, that should be what they were aiming for. "The Chief and the others are already setting up the perimeter! Let's get in there and get those civilians out!" Fixer was snapped out of his thoughts when their leader gave out their orders. He grabbed a handgun and some ammo, just in case. At times like these, he wishes for a more offensive or a lesser taxing power so he could use it as an attack. Ah but whatever. They hopped off the truck and then ducked towards the buildings.

There wasn't much destruction, yet, so he had to deal with evacuating the civilians who didn't make it out quick enough. He found a young child in one of the alleys. She had her knees folded up to her chest and she was shaking - probably crying. Oh great. "Come on kid, let's get you out of here and to your mommy. Sounds like a good idea yeah?" He said, crouching down to the height of the child. The young girl looked up, tears streaming down her eyes. She nodded and then took his hand before shrinking. He looked back and saw a rat attempting to corner them. He looked at the child and then gestured for her to cover her ears. He began shooting at the rat, effectively killing it with a few shots. He then swept up the child and carried her on his back. She felt him shaking violently, probably because of that little display. "Hold on kid."

He rushed back to the pickup and then placed her on the back. The truck was full and he knocked on the pickup. It then moved back to the perimeter set up by the police. Fixer jogged into a building to check if there were other civilians there. This might be a bad idea but they needed to sweep thoroughly or else there might be a casualty. He peeked out of the window to see that the heroes were doing well with pushing back the rats.