"Skeedaddle! Scram! Make like trees and leave!" Again that annoying cheerful tone as he opened a window and dove, shooting a line to the edge of a neighboring building. He landed in a crouch on the edge and looking down at the sirens showing up.
He dabbled with his com until he had a second channel listening to the ambulance below. He wanted to linger to see how the condition of the tortured man was before going anywhere. Normally he would never have left the man, but Dick had seen enough grisly scenes to know when someone couldn't be moved and he'd do more harm then good.
"Good. They think he'll make it," he noted aloud. "I'll wait a bit before dropping in on him at the hospital. See what he'll be willing to tell. Unfortunately the bugs probably aren't going to be much use in trailing the drug ring now."