The officer's badge has the name O'Riley written on it.  He chuckles darkly and stares at his blood-soaked legs.  "Well when you put it that way it doesn't sound like such a good idea.  So strange to be the helpless victim for a change.  You should hear some of the crazy stuff people say to me."

When Timothius reaches the squad car with Liberty his emergency room experience kicks in and he instantly recognizes this as a 'maim rather than kill' situation.  There's a good chance that his healing power will stop the bleeding and save the officer's life, but at the same time there's no way to set any broken leg bones right, so they'll fuse in their current crippling crooked configuration.  There's a chance corrective surgery could fix that, but there's also a chance that even after several expensive and painful procedures the damage will be irreversible.  The only other option is to try and somehow apply an improvised tourniquet on each leg, but getting anything around his legs looks near impossible for as tightly as the crushed dashboard is pinning him to the seat, but there might be a way.

Mittens slides the seat as far forward as it'll go and barely reaches the pedals to throw the truck into gear.  Before long she's headed right for the fence.  CRASH!  The fence falls before the military SUV.  "Plan B is you floating up the center of the tornado to try and smash the bracers with a tire iron.  Hopefully without getting mortally wounded or breaking the kid's arm in the process.  Then use your floaty powers to carry yourself and the kid back down to safety."

"I can't!" Casey answers, "They're stuck!  "He tricked me!"  "He lied!"  "The bracelets are making it worse!"

The tornado continues to follow the Humvee toward the shore, pitching fence bits in all directions!

  "Thanks Liberty, help take his better looking end while I keep his legs from dragging on the ground in a bit."  Joe didn't care to count how many safety rules they were probably breaking.  But some days proper procedure was just going to get somebody killed more slowly at best.

  Speaking of which, he (possibly) stops standing there doing nothing and actually frees the cops legs this time, with more reason to now that Tim is here to make bleeding out between the time it takes to free them and reach Tim kind of a non issue.
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"Float?!" Cade says in surprise to Mitten's choice tactic. "I can glide ... can I help?" he says pleadingly.

Timothius is quick to point out to the cop, "The moment I touch you, you'll start to heal." he puts on gloves. "So let me set your legs right. I've learned this from real doctors, so please trust me here. It's going to hurt. A lot."

Liberty says, "What about something for him to bite down on?"

Timothius says, "He could use your finger. If somehow that actually hurts you, just touch me and your finger will heal."

Liberty gets to helping Joe with pulling the guy out, of course. Once that's done, Timothius immediately gets to working on the cop's lower half, making sure to set things in place before preparing to pull off his gloves. Liberty provides her finger if the cop accepts biting on a little girl's finger. Once he's SURE the cop is ready for it, Timothius would touch the cop to get him healing.

Meanwhile, Emerald calls out to Mittens. "He can't get the bracers off! Once again, it's up to us, Mittens!" She thinks back to if any of the bracers looked like they had locks that could be picked. Of course, with all the wind blowing around, that likely isn't an option anyway.

With a destroyed dashboard pinning the officer's legs so tighly, the combined strength of Joe and Liberty is just enough to forcibly pull the officer free, but as soon as they begin to try he screams in agony.  Should they keep pulling anyway, they'll find out the reason for the screaming as the sharp edges of the wrecked dash cut into his legs and strip the flesh from his bones from his knees to his feet.  On the bright side, if they allow him to be thus shredded, Timothius will see exactly where the break is: just below the knees.

The cop isn't going to bite anyone's finger regardless of what the team decides to.

"Nuts!" Mits answers Emmy.

She turns to Cade.  "Float.  Glide.  Either one is way more likely to succeed than hoping a cat always lands on her feet or I'd do this myself.  But even then what I'm suggesting is extremely dangerous.  Jumping into that tornado could kill you.  If you're not absolutely certain you want to risk it we'll try and distract it while I think up a different plan."

The group is quickly running out of land as they approach the bay, so Mittens takes a sharp right turn.  Meanwhile the voices in the tornado are starting to panic.

"Mommy?"  "I can't hear her!"  "She's dead!"  "I killed her!"  "No!  Mommy!"
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  "Well, eer, that sucks."  How eloquent, Joe.  Despite the life threatening circumstances for many here, he's starting to find this all more depressing than worrying.  (The sounds of children convinced they just killed their Mommy on the literal wind can do that).

  If they actually have time,  Joe would use the spreader aspect of the jaws of life to make the metal shards not so pressed in why is Joe so terrible at useing this thing?!... Oh, right.  Because there's only so much a set of glorified pliers can do for a guy sandwiched between wreckage.
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Liberty squeaks when she sees the peeling flesh. "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" Liberty says panicked! "What'll we do now?!"

Timothius winces, but says, "I don't know how good my power is, so I couldn't say if I'd be able to re-attach his legs..."

Liberty yells, "Stupid car! Leggo of him!" and start yanking away at the sharp edges they discovered, trying to remove them entirely. Thankfully, her power keeps her from being cut, but who knows how much leverage and strength these pieces of car need to be removed.

Meanwhile, Emerald calls out, "Calm down, Casey! Mommy's still here! I was just talking to a friend! I'm looking for a way to help! Just focus on my voice!"

She proceeds to sing again.

Rodney stashed his tenspeed bike under a different car, hoping he could find it later.  He saw the trouble the others were getting into.  His power wasn't spectacular, not to mention it tended to leave him naked and vulnerable to most predators of the world... but here it was.

He pulled off his shirt and let the howling wind have it.  The sandals went too as he hopped up to slide across another abandoned vehicle.  Out of his pocket he pulled three vials inside which was an almost black soil sample, glancing at Liberty, after all it was seeing her that made him stop here to try and help in the first place.

"Do you need some kind of specialty tools?  What's going on?  You know there's a tornado... if it hits the water we're looking at a hurricane. Where's everyone else?"
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Because it would take more force than what is needed to lift a cement truck to unbend the collapsed dash, professional rescuers might have switched tools to something that could remove the seat from its rails so they could pull it out from under the victim and free him that way.  Or maybe pull some over-sized jacks out of their tool bag and jack up the dash.  But between the lack of tools, downed power line, and torrent of debris from the raging tornado, the Citizen's Patrol doesn't have the luxury of a gentler rescue.  On the bright side, the officer will live thanks to their efforts.

Now that the tornado has been diverted to the shore line, sand, mud, water, driftwood, and other sorts of stuff replaces the sorts of debris that was flying around before.  But at least the winds near the crushed squad car have died down enough that the rescuers are able to bring down a stretcher without being knocked over.

Meanwhile Sgt. Johnson approaches Rodney and offers him a helmet.

"I've seen your face on TV.  You're one of those mutant super-heroes, aren't you?"

He points at Sarah.  "Well that one is holding down the power line to keep it from whipping around in the wind."

He points at Timothius, Joe, and Liberty.  "Those three are extracting an officer from a wrecked squad car."

He then points at the Humvee on the shore being chased by a mini tornado.  (Mini because instead of reaching all the way into the sky, it's about 10 stories tall.)  "And the rest are keeping the tornado with a kid trapped inside busy."

About then, several armored vehicles show up at the far end of the street, two blocks away, some of them armed with rocket launchers, others with large machine gun turrets.

"Shoot!  Looks like they're fixin' to light up the mutant tornado, and they don't know there's a kid inside it!"

WHAM!  A big piece of debris slams into Sarah, knocking her off her feet!  The power line breaks loose from her "glue" and starts whipping around!

"No way I can get to 'em fast enough with my bum knee to warn 'em.  I'll help the glue girl.  If you want to help, get down there and tell them to hold their fire!"

Meanwhile, Mittens' Hummer gets stuck in the mud and sand of the shore!

"Abandon ship!" she suggests, "Get outta here, Cade!"

Cade takes off for the emergency vehicles.  Mittens rummages around and finds a tire iron then sheathes int into her belt.  "To smash the bracers if needed."

She then uses her pocket knife to cut out some seat stuffing.  "Here's hoping this'll work.  Emmy, try and have the kid come to the truck!  I'll try and use this to sop up some oil to help slip the bracers off!"

She then pops the hood and works on getting some oil.  Meanwhile the kid cries, "Mommy's alive!" and continues to follow Emmy's voice.  "I'm wet!"  "It's cold!"  "Something is scratching me!"  "What smells like fish?"
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Rodney's soil samples went back into pockets as he nodded to the police officer, all but one, which went into his teeth so he could use his hands to assist climbing and vaulting over things.  His first object was to get their attention as he closed, getting above the street level and running/hopping across the top of some vehicles he waved his arms above his head as he approached the heavy firepower.

"I can't decide if we're the worst rescue team ever, best available, or both."  Probably both.

During all the carnage, he takes note of the military showing up. "...I think we may need to decide soon if we need to do this fast and brutal, if we want to get him out of here before things start exploding around us."   Until then, Joe still helps Liberty in trying to get the Cop out with as little horrific flesh rending as possible.

Liberty says, "I am going to punch whoever made these elementals. So hard." She looks up at Joe. "We don't have a choice. It's either free him and put him in lots of pain initially, or don't free him and he dies. There's a loose wire out there. I'm the only one who can handle it. Sorry, Joe."

She runs off towards the wire. "I'm getting the wire!" Liberty yells to whoever can hear her. She will, of course, grab the wire the moment she gets to it.

Meanwhile, Timothius is on stand-by for the moment the cop is free of the car.

Emerald says, "We're going to the beach, honey! I'm hoping the water will help! Just keep following my voice!" she starts singing a Beach Boys tune about playing in the sun.

It takes guts to charge an artillary line full of nervous and heavily armed soldiers, but on the bright side, none of them so much as points a rifle at Rodney as he approaches.  "Civilian!" one shouts, "Clear the area!  You're in the line of fire!"

The rescuers who showed up with the stretcher are quick to help Joe get the victim onto said stretcher.  "If you carry the other end I can focus on first aid," one says to Joe before looking over to Timothius.  "I remember you!  You're that miracle healer!  What kind of treatment have you already administered?"

Liberty manages to grab hold of the thrashing power line just before it would have whipped over toward the squad care but by now she and the wire are both wet from the sea water being blown around, so she can feel some of the power trying to use her as a short circuit.  But fortunately she's only getting a small fraction of the current because she's not being touched by the exposed part of the wire yet, but she's still getting enough juice to light up a Christmas tree.

"I like your singing."  "I'm coming mommy!"  The tornado continues to follow Emerald's voice.

"Let the kid know I'm going inside the tornado to help take off the bracers!" Mittens asks of Emerald.

She takes cover as the outer wall of the tornado envelops the Humvee, rocking it so much it looks like it could flip over on top of her!  After the outer wall passes, inside the dark center is an extremely strong updraft.  Mits clambers up on top of the truck then dives into the updraft which carriers her dozens of feet into the air toward what could be described as an over-sized child made of cloud wearing two arcane looking bracers!

Rodney shrugged, taking the vial out of his hand, "If I'm holding up your shooting then, with all due respect, hell no.  There are children caught in that whirlwind.  My team is trying to get them to safety and stop the disaster.  What made anyone think that hurricane force winds wouldn't rip rockets off their flightpath and fling them into civilian structures or your own vehicles?  Do you have energy beam cannons or railguns in all this?"  He was genuinely concerned about the physics, not trying to be an ass... and he had the vial on hand in case someone planned to try hauling him off... it would only take a few seconds.

  "Carrying a stretcher will probably be the easiest thing I do all day."  He comments as he gets to that.  Or at least, Joe hopes there will be less screaming involved than the rest of basically everything that's been going on so far.

  "I'm also expecting that we might have a child falling a few dozen feet out of the center of a tornado later, as a best case scenario."

Timothius answers the rescuers, "I haven't yet... we just got him out and I was hoping to set his bones right before I regenerate him." He lets the pros get to the bone setting while he takes his gloves off and as soon as he's allowed, gets to regenerating the cop's flesh, wincing from the pain the guy is in.

To Joe, he gives a nervous smile. "I can fly... so wherever the kid falls, I can catch him and soften his fall. Thankfully, I don't think anything falls while inside a tornado. I'd be more worried about the kid getting impaled by debris if the tornado stays even without the kid's powers to sustain it..."

Liberty is giggling. "This stu-huff ti-hickles!" she cringes a little like one would when being tickled, and desperately fights her instinct to curl up so she doesn't touch the exposed parts of the wire. It's not like she means to look like she's laughing at the situation. But even people who are genuinely annoyed with tickling wind up laughing and smiling if enough tickling is done (Prerequisite: The person in question has to be ticklish). It can't be helped.

Emerald continues towards the waters of the beach while singing, hoping tornado boy will follow her there. "Casey, dear! Mommy's friend Mittens the Cat is coming to you to try to pull the bracers off, OK? So if you feel someone touching you, don't panic! It'll be OK!"

"What?!  There's kids in there and you think they're still alive?!  How is that even poss..."

"Captain!" one of the soldiers interrupts, "Civilian spotted on the shore, and the target is headed right for her!"

"Prepare to fire!  Brigs!  Phelps!  Get this man out of the line of fire!  The rest of you hold your fire till I verify his story!"

He gives a stern look to Rodney as the soldiers approach.  "Smart weapons.  If we don't use 'em, that civilian and many more could be killed!  How can I know your story is true?!"

A basketball sized object exits the tornado at over 200 mph and arcs directly at Liberty.  As fast as it's going, she only has a split second to decide if she'll drop the wriggling power line in order to dive out of the way!

Meanwhile the tornado picks up in intensity.  "Something is grabbing me!"  "Is it the cat?"  "I'm scared!"  "She's hurting me!"

By the time the bone is set the officer has been securely strapped onto the stretcher and is ready to be carried to the ambulance.  Once there, Timothius can tell his healing touch has stopped the bleeding.

"We can take it from here.  Thanks for the help!  Now be careful out there!"

"I know I kept a lower profile than most... and this is what I get... trouble when people think their jobs are in danger..." he muttered under his breath as he pulled the vented rubber stopper from his vial and downed the contents, "That's not a civillian.  We're the Citizen Patrol.  Moderate mutations who specialize in helping people out.  We already lured the tornado away from population centers... I assume you've been tracking this thing... do its movements make any more sense than it being more or less directed if not controlled?  My codename is Wyrm... and this is why.  I promise I'm not going to leave any lasting harm to any of you if you try to move me, but I also promise... it won't really work.  Let my people do what we do.  We'll get split lips and bad cuts, but we won't shoot kids because someone is trigger happy and scared."

His fingers melted into his hands and his eyes and ears melted into a featureless extension of a longer thicker neck.  His arms were in short order nearly five feet long on thier own, his torso and legs forming a trunk that was looking to be nearly ten feet long.  He didn't smell bad yet, but then, he had an hour before he started to dry out and then half an hour before he reverted with some REALLY dry skin unless he got himself watered in the meantime.  Most of his body was segmented black and maroon, darker than his previously dark skin, his hair was thick wormy extensions like a mane of tentacles that twisted and traced reflexively.

  Joe would figure on diving for cover while still holding onto the power cable as an option, but that's just him.  Of course he's a bit to busy holding one end of an injured officer on a stretcher to do more than shout at liberty "Duck Lib!"

  He's not ignoring Rodney, he's just really really preoccupied right now.

Emerald says, "It will be OK, Casey! You know how the doctor has to prick people with a needle sometimes to help them! Same with my friend helping you! You said you were already hurting anyway, so just hang in there! Be big!"

Liberty hugs the wire while dropping to the ground, pretty much tackling the wire. She considers shorting out the wire somewhere, but is currently too busy trying to make sure it stays in her grasp.

Timothius nods at the medics and looks over towards the tornado. He notices Rodney has showed up and is helping. Then he notices the militant types are arguing with Rodney. He's a little torn; go dive into the tornado after his sis? Or help Rodney? With the cop now more or less healed, and Rodney doing what may be considered scary and/or hostile, Timothius rushes over towards Rodney. He's waving his arms wildly to try and catch the attention of all the new arrivals as he runs towards them.
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Rodney's 'head end' split open, "Tim... I know how your weight hits the ground, help the others.  Salting me is more a threat than a rifle or handgun.  Rockets might kill me, but its a risk we take.  I'm in relative control here... as much as any superpower incident is controlled anyhow, I've given my word not to harm anyone... and you know I'm good for that, but I will not be moved until one of the Patrol gives me the clear or the soldiers kill me," his voice was thick and stuffy, not unlike one might have expected him to sound with a bad headcold.  His tail end undulated slightly becoming at rythm thinned but nearly fifteen feet long from tip to arms.  There were no teeth like the horror movie worms... just a soft tissue inside the mouth that was bright orange.

The soldiers all recoil, mouths agape in shock at the huge talking... thing confronting them.  One even shoulders his rifle and flips the safety off, but the commander is quick to shout, "Hold your fire!  Stand down!  Non-hostile!"

The two soldiers ordered to move Rodney hesitate and ask the commander, "Orders, sir?"

"Stand by.  I hope to hell I'm making the right call giving him the benefit of a doubt.  Contacting HQ.  Sir!  Civilian claiming to be..."

He begins to explain the situation on using the radio integrated into his helmet.

Meanwhile, the object headed for Liberty strikes her and shatters to pieces against her sturdy back.  It must not have weighted much because it doesn't budge her.  Rather suddenly, the tornado falls apart and the resulting winds die down to a breeze.  In it's place, about fifty feet in the air over the shore line, Mittens is holding tightly on to a small child.  It'll only be a split second before the two begin to fall!

Timothius does NOT waste time, runs, unfurls his wings, and FLAPS! Keeping just 4 feet above the ground is not the easiest thing, but he's hoping with all hope that he will be able to at least soften Mitts' fall, IF he gets to her on time. The plan; head for where he expects Mitts to fall and then curve upward to intercept her on the way down.

Liberty winces, wondering how badly she would have been hurt if she had been a normal person. She's grateful it didn't hurt her badly.

Emerald watches helplessly, hoping Timothius will get to Mitts on time. There isn't anything else Emmy can do, really.

  Matt is pretty sure at the moment the only way he could break Mitten's fall would be to throw the stretch and cop underneath them.  Of course, thankfully, Matt isn't strong enough or a huge jerk enough to use a wounded officer as thrown cushioning.

  Well, thankfully for the officer.  "We might need more stretchers in a few seconds."  At least the tornado stopped and normal emergency service could get through though.

Whoosh!  Wham!  Sploosh!  Timothius collides with Mittens and Casey midair, altering the speed and direction of their fall just enough that they crash into shallow water rather than slam directly on land!  Any available rescue workers immediately rush to the beach with stretchers as Joe suggested, ready to perform first aid on the fallen.  The child is out cold but relatively uninjured because of the splashdown cushioned by Mittens shielding her in her arms.  But Mittens on the other hand had the breath knocked out of her then inhaled a bunch of sea water so she's sputtering while doing her best to keep the kid above water.