Samantha's voice comes on over the comms sounding visibly annoyed, even for her. "The real evil in this world is Black Friday shoppers, not super villains."
"Guys, I need some assistance downtown. We've got a fire and a lot of people trapped inside. We've gotta get up and around emergency responders to get in. I can hear a lot of people inside, so I need all of you ASAP. I'm heading in. Keep in contact with me." Mitch sounds like he's running, and the sound of crashing debris is in the background. Police sirens are screaming.
"We might have a problem." Irv's voice sounds a bit shaky, though it's hard to tell if it's illness, a struggle for control, or both. "Seems I've taken sick, and the big fellow isn't pleased about it. I'm afraid he might..." A pause, some labored breathing. "I might need to be contained. I—" He cuts off abruptly.