It had been a while since they were dispatched and, suffice to say, they've evacuated probably everyone now so Fixer and the team situated themselves behind the line because of the appearance of the Rat King. Fixer was taking a little breather. He leaned back on the truck as he heard the Chief issuing orders. There was a helicopter flying above them - probably that news crew. There were other voices. Looked like there was some disturbance over at the ambulances. He let out a sigh. It was too bad that he couldn't leave now. They had it under control. Sort of. There wasn't much he could do anyway. There was no way he could put an entire horde in a time lock to slow them down. No way he was going to do that. Not only was he not powerful enough to do that, he'd probably pass out if he did that. There was an explosion at the heart of the battle - fire. [i]Vice.[/i] So he was also in this battle. "They're free!" One of the police yelled. "Everyone mobilize!" He winced at the shout and he heard everyone just clambering up to reinforce the perimeter. Fixer sighed and then dismounted the truck and then climbed on a bigger vehicle. He needed to get a good look for this. He really didn't like helping out but since most of the big hitters were focused on the Rat King. Wow, there was a lot of them. Well then, he aimed the gun and then fired - the sound ringing and it hit one of the rats dead on the head. He took a deep breath and then focused on the bullet. He tapped into its infinitely many futures and then placed some of them in the present time. The bullet began ripping through the rats - taking out some of the rats before ending with it heading towards the Rat King. Fixer collapsed backwards on the vehicle, the world he sees spinning. Hopefully that will give them enough time to mobilize and get their bearings. He laid back on the vehicle, before rolling and then looking at one of the ambulance members. "Water. Food... Ugh..." He was in and out of consciousness but he could probably make it. This was the worse thing ever.