Russ allowed Jackie to go to work on his injuries, disinfected cloths wiped away the blood on his face and more importantly the chest wound that need the most attention. "Two Jackies? That is sooooo Weeeeird..." Nothing he said made sense, she wanted him to keep talking and all she got was a delirious response. A combination of medicine and blood loss muddled his thought process. The red-haired Pheonix explained a sonic boom erupted in his body from a concussive force, most of his organs were damaged including his brain. If Russ was mentally coherent he would be surprised to survive from all of that. A sound wave packed more punch than the strength of a thousand men and it didnt have to tear him apart on the outside.
"Sonic Boom...funny words..." Whatever rambling came out of his mouth were drown out by the roaring engines of a CCPD extraction aircraft. A crew of men in medical attire pushed Russ back down with gentle force and used cube technology to create a stretcher below him. Russ was lifted in the air and stored inside the hovering vehicle. He is carried off into a hospital camp outside of South City.
During the trip, their patient stared at the ceiling in silence. His fate lies in the hands of hospital staff...for a THIRD time.
Jackie could only linger on what was to be said about Sesame. They got lucky, his small and weakened body was somehow still alive. But how long would they be able to keep them? Even such a place as a prison, the strong like him and her could find ways. Be it through force or some other subterfuge. Suppressant cuffs would only hold for so long. If the crazed demon wanted out, there was surely a way. When would it be time for her to accept that deed?
"Lucky..." Her mind spoke aloud, giving the downed demon a second look before just nodding and walking with those taking Russ away. She didn't seem too much of a stickler for authority, waving the Marshall over as she made a quick note of where Russ was going to be sent off. This time she would be there for him, like the first.
"No need, I understand the protocol and all. Earth's gotten a lot more dangerous in the past year. We can have our chat. But I am going to make sure Russ is alright. The city blocks affected should have had plenty of time to evac with my warning but I would stick a rescue team around just in case." She hoped it'd suffice. Offering Marshall a ride before following the helicopter out towards its destination with Russ in tow. The city would have to deal with the logistics of repair and whatnot, it wasn't exactly her expertise.
"I wouldn't worry too much about him," Marshall said, uncharacteristically soft. "He's getting off easy because of the power dip. If he stirs up trouble again somehow..." Execution of those who wronged the people was the right of the people. And in Earth's case, the people placed their trust and secondary judgment in the hands of the government, for better or worse. How many, Marshall wondered, had Russ or Jackie had to kill? To keep the peace, to protect the weak. How easy was it for them to simply subdue the bad guy and walk away with clean hands while his were bloodied?
"You saw where the kid was headed. Go on then; I'll catch up." A secondary VTOL had arrived, a miniature battalion of plasma rifle-toting shielded soldiers picking up the frail Demon to lock him away in a temporary holding cell. The interior was reinforced with traces of Katchin alloy and projected the same energy suppressant found in the cuffs on a grander scale. Not foolproof from outside rescue, but seeing as Sesame was alone - save a single potshot from outside, that wasn't likely.
"Keep an eye out for the rogue; they're still at large. Keep civilians clear for now. We need to do a full sweep for any remaining danger and clear the worst of the debris." How helpless did these people feel? They had committed no offense and never bothered the outside world, yet death and destruction still came to them at the hands of a single maniac. The Accords didn't stop the unregistered or the uncaring from making these sorts of mad, foolish dashes. All threats had been thwarted, but there was always damage. Always loss of life.
Marshall's eyes wandered through the broken city, streaks of red and wispy piles of ash dotting the landscape like stars in the sky. Shopfronts were in disarray; restaurants, cafes, toy stores, markets. Too often, people get lost in the big picture. That the city was mostly saved. The Terran's fist clenched hard enough to draw blood through his padded gloves, thoughts flashing back to the East City disaster. How Maxis... "I'll be paying our saviors a visit before reporting back at Central in person. The rest of you know your jobs."