Terry McGinnis
Shock evident on his face when Jack was revealed to be injured that the second he fell over, Terry was over by his side trying to find a way to stop the bleeding and deal with the injury.
At least until Jack died. At this, Terry bowed his head in some form of respect for the man. Didn't know the guy much, but no one deserved to die such a way. Up until Jack sprung to life, his injury healed up, giving Terry the literal fright of his life. "Whoa, you okay?" Terry helped Jack to his feet, eyes locked onto where the injury was, only seeing blood soaked clothes.
In response to Jack's words, he'd say. "Oh this is gonna be a conversation. Not now, but definitely later." He went back to digging, shoving aside rusted metal and pieces of meat that he hoped to God was food from the cafeteria, but the burnt textures and such prevented proper identification. At least this is what Terry told himself to help himself in not vomiting. After making a decent amount of headway in clearing debris, he was about to give up when he found a container with a 'BS' on the side. And taking a chance with it, Terry opened it up to see the contents, and he was stunned that he didn't notice Jack's shout to someone else.
Inside was Terry's suit. Which he didn't waste much time before he reached for the belt, placing his thumb on the red circle on it. The suit's bio-failsafe was disabled as it scanned and recognized his finger prints. Taking the belt buckle off, he'd press and hold on said buckle, revealing an additional function. Miniature buzz-saw, which was used to cut through his cuffs' chains, so that he could better cut at the cuffs themselves. His hands freed, he began to suit up, slipping on the Batsuit as easily as one could when used to doing such an action for a year despite the somewhat difficult manner in putting it on as a onesie.
Flipping on the cowl, Terry turned to his cellmate, holding the buckle-saw out to cut the cuffs off Jack so the man could better be of assistance.
Which was when they heard someone call out to them, a man with blue hair and odd clothes, and then fate decided that the situation needed more stuff when another newcomer literally come down from above, standing at a tall height of probably ten or more feet. Terry's mind immediately labelled as alien or robot from the armor. Said newcomer dug through the rubble same he had a few moments ago when they pulled out a rifle and other such items.
"Familiar face?" He said to Jack, as he palmed a Batarang. The scientist that the thing had dropped off looked to be injured, so one of two things was possible. They had saved that scientist, or was holding them captive. Due to the size of the newcomer, he was hoping it was the first option.
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Sierra-117/John
Hearing a voice from below, John spotted two people near what looked like a cell that had fallen from above, one of them calling to him.
"Guess we should introduce ourselves, let me do the talking." Cortana said, in a rather joking tone to which John gave a small sigh as a response, prepping himself for potential jokes that'd be made on his behalf, and to talk to civilians.
Dropping down, the impact making a dent in a rusted wall that had fallen. One of the civilians was in some goofy get-up and cutting off the cuffs that the one in the bloody rags was still confined in, and Cortana was about to speak through the speakers of the armor when something had dropped from high above, and dropping a scientist off and beginning to dig through the debris.
John merely said to the two. "Take cover." In his usual gravelly voice, as he looked for something to arm himself in case things went south as he went on over to the scientist, keeping an eye on the giant thing as it dug. He could handle himself with no weapons, but something that big would require a lot more than just fists and the punching power of a Spartan II.
More than likely he was going to need a shotgun or a turret to get the job done...