"Glad you're alright Ma'am. Devon, non-lethal force unless they force your hand. Come on."

"Of course," Devon said curtly. He wasn't a neanderthal , some new ruffian with power to throw around. Besides, if he'd want the burglar dead then he would have been already. Like he said, Devon wanted answers.

Cafas was out the window as soon as he'd thrown it open. He took off like a bullet and Devon had to idly wonder if Cafas could throw himself around, including punches, harder as long as he had metal on his person. The possibilities of mutation were sometimes endless.

Tempest didn't have any issue with the size of the window, but he hesitated- No, he waited and appraised the situation. Cafas was the X-Man and officer after all. He took the lead, and should have. If Tempest was his support then he should be ready to support. With the three stopping and the gravity turned back on Cafas, Devon once again marveled at his strength. He definitely didn't skip leg day.

Or squats.

Cafas warned them and the mutant made a villainous quip. Clearly someone watched too many movies or maybe just a lot of tv shows from the CW. These guys were true pieces of shit. What were they doing here beating on an old woman? It made Devon only angrier. Maybe they actually felt in control of the situation enough to make jokes, but that was hardly true. While they could possibly hold Cafas in place with the gravity, his power made their guns useless and he had that shield...

"Damn dude, I'm a superhero and even I don't use a catchphrase."

"I'm not.  Today's forecast:  windy." Tempest intoned as he jumped through the window and let the rising winds catch him before yelling, "Get out of my neighborhood!" With clenched fists, he thrust them toward one another in a clap. Two powerful gusts rose and slammed together from either side of the building as Tempest landed at the end of the roof closest to the window. He had no desire to get near the gravity wielder at the moment. Besides, they were too busy being tossed into one another.

The gunman and the one nearing the edge of the building didn't know what was coming. They were immediately swept up and hit each other with a painful thud, falling on their sides, and scraped against the roof as the gun went tumbling. The mutant on the other hand had an idea. Yes, he got hit but he took it in stride, rolling purposely away from his fellows and back. In fact, it almost seemed a practiced move like in gymnastics or something... He even kept his hand out, keeping the weight on Cafas. This guy was curiously well trained.

Taking the idea of the third, the mutant grinned and let himself roll right off the opposite side of the building. The other two groaned, barely moving and throwing terrified glances at Cafas and Tempest. The gravity was quickly returning to normal after the mutant's drop off the roof.

"Damn, I'm betting he can catch himself," Tempest sighed as he rushed up behind Cafas. "I can get us down safely."

Cafas tried not to let on at all how much the gravity was affecting him. He couldn't let himself be unintimidating. If they weren't intimidated, they'd get ideas. If they knew how safe they actually were, provided they could be exempted from the gravity, Cafas may well be in serious trouble. Try as he might, his legs simply couldn't support enough weight to walk convincingly. Potentially, he might be able to make it a few steps, but his legs were fighting half a ton. He also wasn't seeing very much colour as the Gs continued affecting his bloodflow.

Cafas frowned as a telltale rushing sound met his ears. The two less experienced thugs were suddenly slammed into each other as wind buffeted them. Their leader, Captain Gravity, rolled out of the gust unharmed. The frown was largely due to Tempest's quip. He was going to have to write that on a report later. Maybe he'd just neglect to mention it. He hadn't heard it over the wind.

Maybe I can just pretend that anyway.

Gravitor the Magnificent Threw himself off the rooftop without once giving Cafas an opening in the grav field. Damn he was good. That bothered Cafas. He hadn't heard of anything with that M.O. which meant either he'd been getting away with it without being reported, or he was from out of town. That, or the MRC had been keeping major files from the X-men, which was another possibility. They didn't really like the X-men getting too much credit, despite several X-men having joined them.

>>"Damn, I'm betting he can catch himself. I can get us down safely."

Cafas stared off the side of the building as their gravity friend saluted, bowed, and took of running. "I seriously hope you're right.." The X-man took three steps back, ready for a running leap. He didn't know how much he trusted Devon, but it was that or lose the guy. Worst case scenario he tested an ability he'd been meaning to. The fall was unlikely to be fatal. Cafas waited for the go ahead.

As Cafas backed it up, so did Devon. What he'd been impressed by a few moments ago now represented a component of the challenge before him. Thankfully descending five stories was nothing for Tempest and having only one person to consider made this remarkably easier. Still, Cafas was a monster at 6'4" and leg day meant more weight to consider, even if it made standing in a high gravity field easier.

Tempest moved up beside the X-Man and hooked one arm across his back. Devon wasn't as tall, but still taller than most at 6'1". This was more about directing air flow and wind than strength anyway. He pressed a shoulder to Cafas' side and gripped the opposite lat with the extended arm's hand. "Hold on to my shoulder," Tempest said simply, his black eyes staring out before them. "Now run."

They ran and leapt, Tempest expecting the stronger Cafas to propel them farther and that he did. A rush of wind immediately caught Tempest and swirled around the two almost protectively. The far stronger cross winds rose from below and from behind, carrying and pushing them as the closest currents tossed the mutants' pink and black hair. Many flailed when falling but Tempest expected better training of the policeman and X-Man, possibly even a little fatigue considering what he'd been standing up against. It wouldn't matter; this was easy and almost fun, at least it would be if some jack ass who accosted old women wasn't running away.

Thunder boomed and lightning flashed up in the clouds as they sailed downward some ten feet per second with almost the same distance horizontally. There was a slight adjustment in direction as Tempest spotted the gravity mutant running down the street, having charged out of the alley he'd dropped into. He hadn't gotten far.

A few residents stood on the street having come out of their homes while others poked their heads out of windows. A few stood on the doorstep of Sanctuary, including a couple janitorial bots from Sam and Lisa of course. The criminal was no fool however. He was running away from Sanctuary; he had no friends there after all.

Tempest encouraged a final gust, thrusting them forward so they were only a couple yards away from their quarry. He let go of Cafas, sure the man was eager to tackle the seemingly well trained thug. He didn't even have a chance to turn his head around as Tempest urged the same final gust to pummel at the man's legs hoping to throw him off balance.

Whatever gave Cafas opportunity before the high gravity could be brought against him again. He was the cop here after all.

Launching off a roof was never going to be a comfortable experience. They were far higher than any amount of rolling could cushion, and jumping over a road. It was just one of those situations he hoped to never find himself in again.

If he can't actually do this, I'm in serious trouble.

The two men, held firmly to each other, pushed off the edge of the building. Cafas didn't flail, nor did he shout. He just crossed his fingers and hoped. He was half expecting to just plummet to the ground below and fall in a shattered heap. It seemed his faith in Devon was well placed, however. Winds swept around them, and Cafas felt his fall arresting, loose clothing billowing and flapping madly.

Their quarry came back into view, still running. He couldn't outrun the wind though. Cafas let go of Devon as the gravity manipulator lost his footing. The X-man landed atop the injured criminal, pinning him to the ground with a knee. "You are under arrest." The pink haired mutant reached for his cuffs. gravity guy struggled, but to no real avail.

Cafas yanked the mans hands behind his back. The burglar made loud protests as his injured limb was manhandled, but there wasn't much Cafas could do about that. "Devon, please use my radio to call for two patrol cars and an ambulance."

Wow, please? Devon had to assume he'd done something right to warrant a little extra politeness from Cafas. Granted, he understood the police, military, etc. didn't usually bother with such things. They had a job to do, they were a family, and they were expected to take commands, listen, and do your best. It was probably an X-Man. Devon wondered if Cafas thought he had to play nicer, or maybe it was because the criminal was listening, or others were now approaching.

What, they'd never seen an X-Man and his dark-eyed ally float down from the sky?

"Of course," Tempest replied immediately, watching with satisfaction as Cafas held the man to the ground. He quickly approached and picked up the radio, "Hello Dispatch, I'm Devon calling in for Officer Cafas who is next to me. He's holding the primary assailant. Two others are on the roof of the building in question while we are on the street. He's asked to send two patrol cars and an ambulance."

"Thanks. They're on their way, Johnson," Dispatch replied.

Various civilians were coming up the street now, drawing closer. Numerous eyes had left windows and stepped out onto their stoop. They were quiet, not the cheering, clapping sort you saw in movies. It'd been a long time since they'd seen the criminals in this area stopped, let alone by a policeman.

Devon didn't smile, but there was a certain amount of satisfaction tugging at his features. He gave the weather a passing thought, calming the building storm but keeping the air currents and dark clouds churning. Like a summer storm eager to break, the air was potent with possibility should Tempest have need. His dark eyes looked warily upon a few from Sanctuary that were getting too close.

They shifted to the others as well, "Please stay back for your and the officer's safety." He backed up as well, equalizing the distance between the gathering crowd and Cafas.

Luckily for Devon, Cafas couldn't hear him thinking. The guy assists in one arrest and got to thinking about why the X-man didn't bother with pleasantries in the middle of an active situation? That would have bothered the metal manipulator more than one might think. Wasted words were wasted time and wasted breath that could be better spent in pursuit, and Cafas had been doing it all too long to be happy justifying himself to someone that didn't get that.

As it was, he was just glad the weather manipulator was happy enough to follow instructions. Having cars en route made him feel much better about the gathering crowd. Maybe he was just paranoid, but he never trusted crowds, least of all right outside the Sanctuary after such a public arrest.

Wonder who's side they're on...

"Try anything, and you'll regret it." Cafas growled as he hauled the handcuffed burglar to his feet. The man had lost a fair bit of fight after the tackle. Maybe it had used the knife in further, or jolted it painfully. More likely he thought he had a better chance of escaping the human cops than Cafas and Devon. He wasn't wrong on that count.

Keeping both hands firmly grasping their criminal friend, Cafas waited for the approaching sirens at the edge of his perception. Devon seemed like he had crowd control relatively in hand. "Thanks Devon. Listen to him please. Go back to your homes and jobs, folks, for your own safety." Not that Devon hadn't said the right thing, but he literally had to say it. As the NYPD officer on scene, he had to follow all protocols personally.

Probably should read him his rights on the way to the hospital.

A few listened, most kept loitering at a slightly greater distance. A hole soon opened as two squad cars approached the scene, the officers assisting in establishing a perimeter. The ambulance wasn't too far behind. Cafas handed the handcuffed man to the ambulance officers, but stayed close. "Devon, I gotta go with this guy. Thanks for your assistance in this. I'll be sure to mention it when I pass on your request." The X-man offered is hand to the Sanctuary's, apparently earnest, advocate.

Devon eyed the mutant criminal, committing his face to memory. He'd definitely never seen him before but in case something came up, some record of this Order thing or even if the guy got out Devon wanted to be sure he remembered. There was something more to this. Why else send a mutant and two goons to pick on a few people in an apartment building?

When Cafas thanked him, Devon nodded quickly. As Cafas urged everyone home, Devon nodded again, turning his attention on those assembled. Most began to shuffle back to their homes, but a few lingered especially on the sidewalk or at least on their home stoop. Interested faces watched from windows; they weren't going anywhere. Devon cast all a wary glance.

As back up arrived, Devon retreated further giving them space and expecting they'd want a citizen back and away. He wasn't going to leave in case they needed him to give a report or something and he hoped he could deter anyone from causing any mischief. He watched quietly until Cafas approached him.

>> "Devon, I gotta go with this guy. Thanks for your assistance in this. I'll be sure to mention it when I pass on your request."

"Of course officer," Devon nodded. "We appreciate your help and that of your force. Thank you," he stressed the words with yet another nod and a firm handshake.

Turning away, Devon went to check on the apartment house's residents while giving a shooing and pointed finger back into the Sanctuary doors for the kids who'd come outside.