Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Sunshine
City T
Allister glanced over to the man who had approached earlier with another victim of the burning building to which he could see the smoke rising from, only to cover his face from the pillar of light and fire that erupted from him before making his way over to the man.
"You were in that building? You dragged that gentleman out? What's your name boss? I'll be sure to mention you in my report for your bravery." He said as he helped him up to his feet. He gestured for Sunshine to help.
No need help getting there but thanks. Actually, Sunshine can you do me a favor and help him out? Maybe see if you can go around with him to the other buildings and make sure they are clear of civilians? Once he's feeling better of course, unless the Director or someone else higher in rank has given you a request?" He asked with a bit of curiosity. Allister wasn't one to step on others toes unless he had to. This was not one of those times.
He sighed before tapping the mic button in his ear.
Director, this is Guardian S rank 4. I'm on my way to HQ now, I will debrief you on my way." He glanced back before turning towards before-
'Bjorn..' He glanced back at the hammer before looking at Sunshine.
"I'll leave Bjorn here with you just incase you need it. Just bring it to HQ when your done with it, please?" With what could be described as a boy scout salute, he gave one to the both of them before leaping off towards HQ, reciting to the Director the events that unfolded there in City T.
It would be needless to say, Allister was bound to hear an earful from the Director for his reckless actions that not only endangered the life of a fellow hero, but reckless actions that currently could cost the organization another member at the hands of the Guardian. For now though he had much more crippling fears to worry about and they all went by two words, two words that made a name...Angel Grace.
The Guardian arrived at HQ. The building that heroes were seen in numbers entering or leaving, if one wanted to get autographed trading cards of the heroes, this would be the place to get them, that is, if they were allowed on the premises. He walked through its tinted glass doors and made his way into the lobby.
"Ah mister Matthews!" He glanced over at the woman who sat at the front desk with a light smile.
"Hello. I was told to come here?" The woman nodded as she stood up and walked out from behind the desk.
"Yes of course. Ms. Angel Grace wishes to speak with you and I believe the Director as well though I haven't received any message from him yet. Just hold on here and I'll go grab her. Also in case you haven't heard, a low ranked C class hero took down one of the monsters with an elevator. I thought they were joking at first but apparently its true." Allister reeled back slightly out of surprise but was more or less amazed at the little story.
"That's amazing! Would like to meet this person." He said with a smirk.
"Well, he is currently on his way here. I believe accompanied by a B or an A ranked hero...Reaper I believe." He nodded as she excused herself to fetch Angel. For now, he waited.