S.H.I.E.L.D. agents continue to swarm over the battlefield, arresting the Rat Pack soldiers whenever they can find them. They are surprisingly few, however. Their retreat was well-planned and orchestrated, probably due to constant training from Soldier One.
The Professional walks through the area as well, giving first aid to the foes that have been brought down. Quite a few have bullet wounds, but more were taken down by the Thunderbolts. As he is applying a tourniquet to a soldier with a missing hand, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent squats down wordlessly next to the Professional and begins to help. From soldier to soldier they go, trying as best they can to keep the wounded from dying. The Professional's hands move deftly, but not from experience. Sometimes it pays to watch the Surgery Channel. After all is said and done, only one of the Rat Pack dies.
Ok, having Jack of All Trades allows the Prof to use Medicine unskilled. Therefore he has +2 from his wisdom. Also, a +2 from the agent if he makes his Aid Another roll. There is a medical kit, so it's not at a -4. The agent assists on 5 out of 7 (1d20+2=8, 1d20+2=5, 1d20+2=15, 1d20+2=19, 1d20+2=12, 1d20+2=19, 1d20+5=15). So that means the Professional is at +4 for those, and +2 for the other two. I'll allow one retry, but after that - they've died due to blood loss. Four out of five make it(1d20+4=16, 1d20+4=17, 1d20+4=17, 1d20+4=12, 1d20+4=17). Retry on #5: Nope. (1d20+4=6) Poor guy. Other two: Nice! (1d20+2=18, 1d20+2=16) Success on both. So The Professional only loses one patient.
As civilian ambulances begin to take away the wounded, the S.H.I.E.L.D. soldier that has been assisting the Professional stands and extends his hand.
"My name is Private David Daniels. You did some good work here today." He looks over at an EMT covering up the one casualty.
"A lot more would have died if you guys hadn't shown up. We were pinned down, and probably would have been dog meat before help would have arrived. So... thanks a lot."
During all this, Verdant, Fracture, and Citizen V interrogate a captured Rat Pack soldier. He is held in the huge and gnarled fist of Verdant. He glares at the three of you, but hasn't tried to escape.
Citizen V inclines his head at Verdant.
"Thank you. Now let's see what we can learn." He steps toward the soldier.
"I see from your uniform you are Number Twenty-Nine. A 'prime', as it were. Now tell us, Twenty-Nine - what were you after here? How did you know this was a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility? Where is your regrouping point?" Citizen V looks over at Fracture, and then back to the soldier.
"I suggest you answer. My comrade here is not so friendly as I." The soldier turns and looks at Fracture, his eyes wide.
Kaiju stands nearby, watching this. He feels something akin to a cool breeze as he spreads his arms and absorbs any excess radiation that he may have expelled. Some of the nearby soldiers watch, not entirely sure what he's doing. He is tired, as he always is when he breathes like that. The doctors use to tell him that he was 'reducing his internal radioactive h-plexes' - whatever that means. All he knows is that he can do what Godzilla can do, and that's
cool.