16055/Cozumel Search and Rescue Relief

Cozumel Search and Rescue Relief
Date of Scene:	10 October 2023
Location:	Mexico - North America
Synopsis:	In the aftermath of the tsunami that struck Cozumel, a group of heroes work rescue and relief under the harsh eye of the press!
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Caitlin Fairchild, Belinda Gutierrez, Phoebe Beacon, Conner Kent

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Mark Grayson has posed:
With the sun rising over Cozumel in the morning, the damage done to the resort area is revealed -- and it is a mess. The white sand beaches have been scrubbed clean, there is no sight of humanity that once covered the beaches in swimsuits and searching for things with metal detectors and such. The streets that ran parallel to the beach are also gone, covered in sand, the palm trees flattened.

A large container ship, broken in half, is shoved halfway up the first block up. It is the same ship that broke apart when Alura was saving it's crew and now it is just a wreck amongst the toppled and cracked buildings.

Many structures managed not to fall, but they are damaged and leaning, windows shattered out on the lower levels. Most of the water has withdrawn back into the ocean, making the search for survivors a little less perilous.

The Mexican military has arrived on scene with the Red Cross, but the call has gone out for the assistance of any hero that is willing to come out to assist with the search and rescue.

Having stayed throughout the night, Invincible is exhausted, but he is having a coffee at a Red Cross truck that was set up on the beach. "We're working block by block. Hopefully we'll find more survivors..." he comments as he is talking on his phone. "I'll see you soon." he hangs up and looks around.

It's going to be a long day.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin emerges from her tent and spots Mark down at the watering hole almost immediately. The redhead has changed into a full-size bodysuit in black with distinctive aubergine and green piping edging her collar. And she is dressed for work, with no jewelry, minimal makeup, and her hair pulled back in a tight braid that the Amazons often prefer when they are going into battle.

"Hey Mark," she greets the other Titan, and touches his shoulder while she approaches on his blindside. "We've got-- oh, thanks," she mumbles, as someone presses coffee into her hands. "We've got the northern end of the beach, it looks like. It's where the buildings are nearest to collapse. Search and Rescue can't even send dogs in there, so it looks like we're gonna have to go in," she tells him. The notion of a building falling on her doesn't seem to bother Caitlin overmuch. It's not even the first time it's happened.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
One of the bright sides of being nearly nine feet tall-- monstrously sized hands fit to carry gargantuan paper cups of coffee-- along with that strange, incomprehensible tirelessness that leaves her working through the night with barely any sign of pause. "Buen manana," she remarks, striding forward with a foam platter of said substances in hand. Offering one to the exhausted superheroes she rumbles with a soft chuff, an even nod. "You look very terrible. Much prefer sleeping on ground to rest in tent. They are muy troublesome."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    It was going to be a long day, but Balm is on-site. No stranger to giant disasters - natural or otherwise, and after checking in with the Red Cross and the local forces, relying on her hood's communications array and her domino to translate since her Spanish was still awful, she and Superboy make their way over to the grouping of superheros on the beach -- she's accompanied by a wiry looking sight hound in red and white. She herself is wearing a gray light-duty Bat-armor, though in lieu of a bat she's got a single staff with a snake wending its way up it in matte black.

    "Morning. I'm Balm. This is Superboy." she motions to Conner. "This is Idu." she motions to the canine.

    She looks up to Caitlin, her mouth set in a thin line.

    "Thought your team might be able to use a mass healer and Superboy's talents to help work through if there's survivors in the rubble, and Idu's good at sniffing out living targets."

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner got the message at some point during the night, and promised to be there at dawn. For once, he was right in time. And giving the amount of damage probably will stay here the rest of the week. His smartphone is out (not the personal one, but the customized Outsiders device) because he has been checking what happened, and reading disaster relief manuals.

"Hello," he greets simply. He sees some familiar faces among the heroes, but to be honest, he expected a larger crowd given the magnitude of the disaster. "Since you have been here for a while, I'll follow your lead. Just tell me where to start."

Mark Grayson has posed:
When Caitlin arrives, Mark offers her a tired smile. "Hey, Caitlin. Thanks for coming out. Can use any hands they can get, right?" He takes a draw from his coffee and lowers the paper cup. "Not sure what happened last night in all the chaos, but I swear I heard... something... out in the water." It had to have been his imagination. "Yeah, the northern side is the closest to where that ship was grounded."

"Still with me?" That to Belinda when she makes her way over to join the others. "Silverdane, have you met Caitlin?" he asks of her, gesturing to the tall redhead.

As the heroes are gathering to make plans, others are gathering as well. Refugees, now without a home. Tourists, stranded and some without access to their passports and identities. There's still some people crying. The occassional wail of an ambulance siren as a survive, injured, but alive is found and moved to the field hospital set up on the beach. A child wanders the beach, carrying his Superman action figure, seemingly lost.

As Phoebe and Conner approach, Mark looks over and realizes, despite the fact that they should have crossed paths at least twice before, they haven't yet! "Hi Balm, my name's Invincible. This is Caitlin, who is too awesome for a code name, and Silverdane." he offers in way of greetings. "There's plenty of work to go around. Caitlin and I were going to start working through some of the more damaged buildings to the north. We also could use someone to help with the K-9s and searchers looking for those that may have gotten trapped in buildings or in their vehicles when the wave hit.

"It's not been pretty." he admits. Not everyone could be saved, and more than once already, a body underneath a sheet has been brought out. They've done their best though, and all they can do is carry on.

At one of the beach-front bars that somehow survived the wave by being slightly behind a larger building and was elevated, the PA system has been connected and instructions are being sent in Spanish, then English.

"A healer would be awesome, Balm. The field hospital could use all the hands it can get." He frowns, and scrubs a hand over his face. "Not sure I've ever felt so helpless before." he murmurs, draining off the rest of his coffee.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin smiles readily at Belinda when they are introduced and promptly offers her a surprisingly gentle handshake. "I love your name," she compliments Belinda. The redhead looks a little surprised to be looking *up* at someone else for a change, but aside from that she seems unphased by Belinda's animalistic appearance.

When Conner, Phoebe, and Idu show up, that bright smile fades away. Caitlin looks away from Phoebe at the hard set in the healer's eyes, making a show of inspecting the buildings to the north.

When Mark starts in on the gameplan, she nods asset with his words and focuses her attention back on the others. "I don't know how much experience y'all have with these kind of rescue operations," Caitlin cautions the group. "They're crazy hazardous. Buildings can shift and collapse, there may be toxins or chemical spills, and you have to be real careful about getting in the water so you don't get trapped." Caitlin digs in a box for a number of pen-shaped devices on lanyards. "Personal beacons. We probably won't need these with Superboy here, but if you get trapped-- or find someone who can't be moved but is in need of trauma care-- just hit the button and it will alert everyone within five hundred yards." She starts handing them out to anyone who will accept one, and strings one around her own neck for good measure.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane nods in grim agreement, brightening as others come, as the ranks of heroes and rescuers swell. And hound! She dips her head in grateful reply, squeezing in handshake as she chuffs weary pleasure. More tired than she lets on. Exhaling slowly before she bends her head over the coffees in hand, to draw a long, deep breath. Exhaling gently, she lets the steamy fragrance of the hot caffiene rise and clear and kickstart the senses.

"Hola, all! We are grateful for your help." Sighing a breath, she straightens preceptibly, grimacing. "Sector 7 is mostly clear now," she says, rumbling throatily, accepting one of the offered signal beacons from Caitlin. "But Four still is hard hit. It would be bad enough-- the buildings are out of sight of the tourista areas, and poorly made. Many adobe-- er, mud structures. Easy collapse. But there was a truck trying to sneak through with chemicals as well."

She grimaces, rumbling darkly. "They throw off all the scents. Much harder to track there with smell."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Invincible. It's a pleasure. I'm sorry that we're meeting under such strained circumstances." Balm notably does not shake hands and seems rather reserved. Them GOtham heroes, man.

    "I checked in with the field hospital, they have most things under control at the moment; a couple locals came out of the woodwork. Easier for them since they speak the local tongue. I've bookmarked a teleportation spot nearby the Red Cross command and can transport a few stretchers at a time." she states, accepting one of the communicators. She pulls her hood back, showing tightly braided, dusky pink Bantu-style buns before she brings her hood back up.

    "I can go start taking care of the chemical spill. It's going to be high magic, SB, so you might wanna keep a distance until I get that handled."

    Idu seems curious about Belinda in particular. He sniffs the air, blue eyes closing as his nose wriggles. Belinda smells weird. Invincible smells weird. Definitely non-human scents.

    He does give a tail wag as his name gets mentioned. "Idu tend to some items here, then stay with me. We can alert if we find a building we need help with lifting."

    And with that, Balm tilts her head back, and with the unfolding of rose-gold colored wings that shimmer like glass from her back, she leaps into the air to head towards the chemical truck to get that contained.

    Idu has meanwhile hopped off to the boy with the superman action figure, sits patiently and wags his tail. See? Friendly doggy.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner also picks one of the beacons. People see him and think he can lift buildings, like his clone-parent, but the truth is he is still a long way to be able to move weights of that magnitude. But between Fairchild and himself, the group should be able to dig through almost anything if it is required to get to survivors.

"Right, we should coordinate with the Red Cross," he tells Phoebe, "don't get exhausted healing everyone, save your powers for people that wouldn't survive with available treatment, hmm?"

Sector Four seems a good place to start, since knowing the typical politicians, it would have low priority for the government relief groups. He nods to Belinda, then back to Balm "it is okay, I can help handle the truck, the container ship... no quite. But if it is in danger to collapse, I could try to build some kind of bulkward."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"And if anyone asks, Caitlin's in charge." Mark is so ready to hand that over. He's barely used to team tactics. His dads fault for drilling it into his head that he should just be a solo hero. A path he is trying really hard to deviate from.

And there is a distant rumbling from the mainland. The rolling of military trucks and busses to help start with the evacuation. And with them? The larger vans. With their satellite dishes, and advanced gear, the news stations start to arrive. Telemundo, BBC, ABC, NBC... all the alphabets. They park and start to set up. And they have weapons that are more powerful than any supervillains - the camera lens that reflects the sunlight as they start their reports, capturing the damage for prosperity and if one of the heroes gets too close, they could find themseleves in the fiendish clutches of the dreaded...

...Press Interview.

Invincible notices them setting up and clears his throat. "Well, I have some buildings to go check!" And with that, he's floating /away/ from the cameras, towards the damaged northern section to start his work where a parking garage had partially collapsed and starts to pull concrete slabs away in order to try to get to the cars trapped inside. As he does so, he hears a faint groan from within. Perking up in excitement, he starts to pull a slab, just to hear the entire building groan in protest. "...I really need to play more Jenga." he mutters to himself.

When Idu lopes up to the boy, the boy looks estatic for just a moment and tries to throw his arms around the dog. "I can't find my mommy." he manages with a sniffle as he rubs at his nose. "You can smell him though!" Child logic, ladies and gentlemen.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin looks sharply at Mark with a narrow-eyed stare that promises EXTREME CENSURE later. When there aren't any recording devices present. "No, it's cool. Fine. Saddle me with all the responsibility. I'll remember this, when you ask for birthday baked goods," she assures Mark, and starts walking to the news crews.

Caitlin beckons the reporters into a horseshoe around her while the others start down the beach. Conner is likely the only one who can make out whatever Caitlin says, but from the fixed smile on her face and the chagrin of the news crews, she's made some impact. A few of them scatter to start doing interviews and get the reel for the studio so the crews can bug out as soon as possible, but a few of them put their gear up and start lending a hand to the aid workers manning the relief tents.

Once she gets close enough to Mark's location, Caitlin watches him working for a few seconds then waves to get his attention, wading into the task to help keep the building from collapsing while he starts deconstructing the barriers around the survivor inside.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane grins cheerfully, beaming from ear to ear as she nods. She reaches to offer a scruffle to Idu, eyes sparkling with warm delight; straightening anew, she finally treats coffee as it should be treated-- practically *inhaling* the cup in one long draught, spilling a fraction of it as she shivers. "...ugh," she manages, sticking out her too long tongue with a shudder. "Strong smell, clear nose, but still -- horrible!" She gives Caitlin a sly wink and a sloppy (for the cameras!) salute, because obviously and totally in charge!

Especially in front of cameras. No tap-backs.

Leaving the most diabolical duty to her capable hands, Silverdane moves to work alongside Invincible and Caitlin. Forced to travel by foot, she sticks to the mostly-cleared roadways, casting the briefest glance (and sniff!) at structures already marked as clear by prior rescue teams. It still takes time; upon arrival, she takesr moments to check around, awaiting a cleared opening to pass through. < "Comms on?" >> she chimes hesitantly, reaching up to tap her ear. << "The building, she seems unstable. Hold the structure up; I will try to see if anyone is still inside. No danger of colapsar that way!" >>

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "You wouldn't let me magic pajamas for you, but you're OK with me cleaning up a chemical spill? There's a hierarchy here that I'm just not seeing." Balm states to Super Boy with a slight smile, bringing some needed levity. "Idu's going to help with reuniting some people. He's definitely got the charm for that work." Phoebe states to Conner as she finds herself in the middle of sector 4.

    Adobe huts, antenas, poverty -- "I feel at home already." she states to the flotsam and jetsam as she comes to the chemical spill, and she pulls out -- a can of spray paint. She begins to make several sigils in the ground around the truck as she works.

    <<With the Tsunami, you're going to find the most survivors at the tops of collapsed buildings anyway. Hate to be a downer on that one. I'm sure there's some bruja waiting in the wings to help the deceased move on to the next stage.>> she comments as she works.

    Idu meanwhile, wags his curled-over Basenji-like tail and gives a yawn and a soft yodel. Sure, he could smell people out, but first the kid needs to get with other normal people. THe slender sight hound gives a couple of trotted steps towards the tents of survivors, and wags his tail, looking at the little kid.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner grins at the reporters, "hey guys, welcome. Pick up shovels and help out, we need all volunteers," and since he is probably going to get ignored, he gives them a thumb up and flies away. With Phoebe, if she needs a lift to Sector 4.

"I am kinda allergic to hocus pocus," comments Conner once they are there. "But I can handle it for a bit. Not for pajamas, though. That seems a bad idea. What are you going to do? Turn the chemicals into water or something? I could just take the truck to. Hmm." There is not really a good place to drop it. He was going to say 'take it to Gotham, no one would notice'. But it feels the wrong time to crack jokes. Even about Gotham.

Mark Grayson has posed:
The press is hanging on Caitlin's every word, eating up everything the tall redhead lays out as she skillfully deflects any questions that may cast an ill light on the Titans, the League or any other heroes that may have helped out. See, that, that Mark could never ever do. He is one of those perpetual foot in the mouth people.

<< Hi, Silverdane. Still here from last night. >> he reports. << I can hear someone groaning down there, if I lift, can you get in there and look? >>

Indeed, down in the wreckage of vehicles and concrete, there's a mini-van that miraculously was wedged between two of the slabs, one of which Mark is lifting. A young man and woman are trapped inside, with a child in a car seat in the back.

Idu starts to lead the young boy towards the refugees, and since noone else has come out for him, he's more than happy to start sing-songing, "Walking with a puppy, it's a big fluffy puppy, walking with a puppy to go find my dad!"

One news crew, noticing what Phoebe and Conner are doing, breaks from the others and turns their attention to the young woman and starts to film her as she makes sigils on the ground. This could be interesting. It could be boring. But they're filming anyway!

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin wiggles her shoulders a little lower and pushes into Mark's point of leverage. It jams the pylon and the roof into a triangle that is less likely to simply collapse. She takes a few beats to reposition her feet and then with a slow, strained grunt of exertion, Caitlin straightens her legs until the last of the debris can be moved. "Mark, give her a hand," she calls up to Invincible, and gestures at Belinda. "Just take the van panels and doors off, don't try to move it more than you have to. If either of them have head or neck injuries, let's get Balm over here to teleport them to the triage tent," she instructs the others.

Caitlin has time to look over at the other two heroes circling the tanker, and her brow furrows in concern. "Hey guys-- what was that truck hauling?" she inquires. "Can you tell me what the hazard symbol on the back says?"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane nods-- chuffing after a heartbeat. Radio!

<< "All night," >> she affirms, exhaling before she slithers between the slabs, positively wriggling down between the heavy objects-- and trusting to her super strength compatriots not to let go! << "Something of a night creature, I am," >> she adds, a moment of mirth as she teases breifly. Focus. Scent. Slither-wriggle-workworkwork. Empty vehicles, the scent of concrete dust, spilled fuel and oil and fluids--

There.

A careful, ginger test of the door handle proves resoundly-- jammed. Very, very jammed. As if the heavy dent at the side panel didn't confirm that fact.

<< "Invincible," >> she remarks, careful even over comms. Never know who might be sneaking a listen in. << "Van is jammed. Doors damaged. Man, woman-- unconcious. Infant... crying inside." >> Her grimace is practically audible, a hot chuff of breath as he wriggles back So much dust, stirred up from simple movement. << "Need your strength, size. Back van door?" >>

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yeah, I'm basically going to inert the chemical leak, seal it up and -- man everyone makes fun of Gotham, SB. I'm not offended. Probably wouldn't even stand out." Phoebe states. Her second act after setting her circle is to lob a little brown pill at the leaking area of the truck.

    Bat Riot Foam, curtesy of Osprey and Red Robin. It expands quickly, clinging to the truck's back side.

    <<You think I trust whatever's labeled on the back of a truck? I'm from Gotham.>> Phoebe states over the coms, her tone clearly unaggressive as she breathes out.

    "Emundare chemica e terra inutile et in carbonem converte" she intones.

    The sigils and circles do light up, and there's a bright flash of magic and fire as the spilled chemicals turn to simple carbon and ash away in a breeze. <<Spill's cleaned up and the truck's no longer leaking and secure. Silverdane, you shouldn't have any more chemical stinks. Moving on to try and track survivors -- but yeah, if you need me for a transport on your side, let me know. I'll come flying.>>

    Idu on the other hand is indeed a soft puppy, though not particularly fluffy, and trots along side the kid, giving a side eye and a low growl to any adult who comes too close that doesn't match.

Conner Kent has posed:
Conner always makes jokes at Gotham expense. So, skipping this one is out of character, but the mood is not right. He does step back when Phoebe casts the spell, though.

And then it is over. "Good work. Now, lets see if we can find survivors. I am not hearing screams, but it has been a few hours. Lots of cracking wood and concrete, though, drowning other sounds. The surf is not helping. But I can try scanning the ruins with tactile telekinesis."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"You good, Cait?" Mark asks. Of course she is. Someday, he'll be at her power level. Or beyond. But for now, he starts to wiggle his way within, being smaller than Caitlin as he pats her shoulder. "Keep it steady, be out in a jif!" he promises as Silverdane contacts him. << On my way. >> he offers as he makes his way down. When he reaches Silverdane, there's a grim smile offered. "I'll get the door open, get the baby and the mom, I'll get the driver. Good?" he asks, as he moves around to the cargo door, and he grabs it. The metal bends and wenchs, groaning and creaking before he manages to wrench it free.

Dust flies up, the concrete slab settles slightly, the void manages to hold and not fill. He wedges the door back into the slot it was taken out of, and grunts. "Hurry! I'll hold here. Caitlin, give me a few more moments, we're going to need to get the seatbelts cut off!"

Idu finally gets a hint. It's faint, and on the other side of the tents, where a woman, in her early thirties is being treated by the doctors for a head injury.

As Phoebe magics away the chemicals, there is suddenly a microphone. "Armond Gonzales, Telemundo!" he starts up. "Was that magic? Are you the famed Zatanna Zatarra? Why couldn't magic turn aside the tsunami? Could you use magic to clean up all the chemcial spills?" Ambushed!

No, there is no more screams for Conner to hear, but there is the faint groan or heartbeat he might hear between the cracks and groans of building materials.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
The weight of the building suddenly shifts against Caitlin's shoulders and she staggers once with a low, heavy grunt of effort. Hands climb up behind her head to stabilize the column. "Yeah, I'm good," Caitlin confirms with a strained tone. "This is a *really* awkward angle though. I can feel the concrete shifting a few meters down. As soon as I let off this whole building is coming down, so--" *grunt* "you two should be sure you've got everyone out of there. And then run like crazy and let me know when I'm clear!"

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
"It will be done," Silverdane replies for Caitlin's benefit, frowning as she examines the wrecked van. No box cutter or knife at hand-- but when she can reach inside the passenger compartment through hastily-popped out windows, it is a simple matter to tug, test at the belt, ready claws-- and pause. Silent self-admonishment! Checks closer. Driver. Mother. Child. Slow exhale in relief.

<< "Checked for injuries first," >> she amends to Invincible's statement, lips pursed with care. << "Can see none. Am removing both seatbelts now; will get madre after." >> She frowns grimly. << "Will need to shrink to reach child. A few minutes more, Ms. Caitlin. And muchas gracias, LadyBat! My nose appreciates forever, and with milkshakes to come. And cornbread." >>

She pauses anew as she hears the unspeakable MEDIA AMBUSH.

"...so many milkshakes," she adds, sighing heavily.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Balm pauses as suddenly there is a microphone in her face. She looks to Armond Gonzales, of Telemundo, and then motions to her face. "Me veo tan palida como Zatanna?" she asks in a mildly incredulous voice, since she is *definitely* not Italian and Turkish stock, her voice changed by her vocorder in her hood, also garbling the digital recording of her statement to be useless on film. She then crosses her arms and stares in a way only a member of the Batfam can just stare up at Armond. "This area is not safe. You should return to the safe areas." she states in a no-nonsense voice.

    NEvermind that her Spanish is tinged with East LA's barrio.

Conner Kent has posed:
Aaand Conner is there, grabbing Mr. Gonzales by the figurative scruff of the neck. "You know. Maximum respect to reporters doing their jobs." He drags the guy away from Phoebe before she turns him into a newt, or something. Probably a sewer bat-rat, because Gotham. Haha.

"But man, if you interrupt us, someone could die. Or you could fall into a radioactive pit. Most times that will give you cancer, not superpowers." He leaves the man outside Area 4. "Now, grab a shovel and help, or go away..." then he hears something.

Having super-hearing is usually a pain, and he has learned to ignore the massive sensory input. He lives in New York, it is a survival trait. He really should seek someone to learn to filter like pros do, but he is busy with college and super-heroics.

<<Balm.>> He uses the comms this time. <<I think I heard someone, I am going to scan this area and do some digging, call if you need me.>>

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Get the parents then, I'll grab the baby." Mark corrects, since he doesn't want to force Belinda to shrink. "We need to hurry, Cait's strong, but I don't think she can fight physics itself." he manages as he moves into the backseat as the infant screams from not having been fed, not having it's diaper changed and a host of other issues.

"Shh shh, it's okay..." Nope, Mark, the baby ain't having none of that! Finally, as Invincible manages to work the release and ends up just ripping the seat out of the van, he pulls the whole thing back. "Go, Silverdane, right behind you!" Because he can use his strength to propel her faster as well past Caitlin so she can release.

As the interview is utterly ruined by Batscramling, which is worse that trying to watch those channels on cable that your parents try not to let you watch.

Connor pulls away the reporter. "The public has a right to know!" he protests, as he's led away.

And it will be like this for the rest of the night. Those that need to be saved. Fed. Treated. Evacauted. There is so much work to do. But there will come a time where the heroes can finally go home and let the local authorities take over.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin holds the building until she sees everyone flying out safely. The redhead exhales a sigh of relief and pushes the building away from her before jumping fifty feet away onto some washed-out asphalt. Caitlin turns to watch her handiwork as the building gives into the inevitable and collapses. Were it not for their timely intervention, it wouldn't have held up much longer!

But there's no time for breaks. Caitlin takes a few seconds to catch her breath and dust herself off, and then it's off to the next structure, to crawl cautiously about and call repeatedly to trapped survivors to help save anyone she can. It's tiresome, emotionally draining work-- but the Titans aren't one to back down from the job at hand.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Silverdane does exactly that. Leaving the child to Invincible, she works back to the parents. Cut, tug, rend-- the seatbelts begrudge releasing their hold, but release they do, cut away into ragged strips. One person, then the other-- ears perk to the groan of concrete and structure and rebar, and the time for care is passing rapidly!

"Got them!" Silverdane sings out, grimacing as a chunk of rock from above cracks offer her nogging. "Andale, vaminos! Out out out!"

Carefully come, swiftly out-- the enclosure seals behind them with an uncomfortably final thud of sound; covered head to toe in fine concrete and silica dust, the werewolf sets the two passengers to the ground, taking a few stepo well back before she twists, swirls off the worst of the dust with a good, proper shake!

Dusted off, breath caught-- time to get back to work! Success, failure, triumph and sorrow-- stories to be written and tales told on a tragic day.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    <<Thank you for dragging him off before I had to turn him into a newt.>> Balm states over the comms, taking a deep breath. <<Next task...>>

    Idu sniffs the air. He gives a yodeling sound, and brings his head behind the kid's back with the Superman doll, and physically guides him to the scent of his mother, the white-and-red desher iwiw sitting at delivery to make sure the kid's parent can recognize the kid, curled-over tail giving a wag.

    Good dog, nice doggy, job well done. As soon as he knows the kid's safe he's going to make his way to Section 4 to aid with search there.