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more like monsters," he said, and his wife started sobbing again. Alpha started looking around, examining the place.
    "Which way did they go? Are you sure you saw…monsters?"
    "I don't know what else to call them," the man said.
    "We have to get home," the wife said. "I need to see Hannah.”
    "Do you have a number where we can reach you?" Reedy asked. The man pulled out a business card and handed it to the officer.  Reedy gave it a quick glance. "Thank you Mr…Weir."
    Mr. and Mrs. Weir walked off. He was still cradling her as they pushed through the crowd. Reedy turned back to Alpha and was about to speak when he noticed the hero was already gone.
    "Asshole," Reedy said, walking towards his next witness.  
    Alpha Male flew over the buildings, looking down on the city streets for any signs of the fleeing men. With smoke billowing into the air, it didn't take long before he saw their destructive path.  A police car was parked near an overturned van, while the officer stood by the wrecked vehicle, motioning to the growing crowd of people to stay away.
    He flew in for a closer look, but didn't bother to stop when he saw more wreckage further down the street. People huddled against the walls of the buildings. Most were scared and confused, but some were moving closer with their cell phones in hand. He watched as the onlookers waved him along, yelling "That way!" their faces brightening up as he passed.
    He stopped at a small grocery, examining the wreckage that had been left there. The things he pursued had taken out the corner of the building, leaving a pile of debris scattered upon the side walk. An unconscious woman was pinned beneath a large section of fallen brick. A small group of men were trying their hardest to lift it off of her. Blood ran from her mouth, but she was still breathing.
    "Let me," he said to the men, who promptly moved out of the hero's way.  With little effort, he lifted the rubble and pulled her free. His head shot around, looking for an ambulance, or police officer but there were none to be found.
    "Call 911," he said to a boy filming the incident on his phone. The boy didn't respond though. Instead, he moved in closer, trying to record every detail.
    "Give me that!" Alpha said, taking the phone.
    "Hey prick! Give me my fucking phone back!" he said as Alpha dialed the three numbers.
    "Try and take it," Alpha said, disgusted.
    "Don't worry about him," one of the men said to Alpha. "We’re gonna teach him a lesson on being a Good Samaritan."
    "He's just a stupid kid," Alpha responded. “Leave him be.” A voice on the other end picked up. “We need an ambulance at the corner of 5th and Main. She's been crushed. Send someone quick."
    Alpha tossed the phone back to the boy.
    "Tell her who you are, and give her any information she needs," he said to the boy, looking towards the crowd of onlookers. "Does anyone know CPR or basic first aid?"
    One of the men, a balding, blue collar type in jeans and a mechanics shirt walked up. "I do," he said. "My son's a boy scout. We do this stuff together."
    "Take care of her," Alpha said patting the man on the shoulder. He jumped up and flew down the alleyway as even more people began to gather around.
    He darted down the narrow passage, dodging dumpsters and debris. Exiting onto the next street, he didn't need to stop. Burning vehicles and shops could be seen for blocks, while jets of water sprayed up from the destroyed hydrants. More bread crumbs for him to follow. Shooting up above the cars, he followed the mess until it stopped. Hovering in the air, he looked around, searching for some clue to follow, but finding none.
    "Where did they go?" he asked, landing on the side walk near a group of teenagers.
    "In there," they said, pointing down another dark alleyway.  
    Alpha rushed in, and stopped.  
    "God damn it!" he said.
    It was a trash filled dead end with a manhole cover tossed away from the open hole. Without a moment's hesitation, he jumped down the hole