"And we love you too Mr. Bulldog" Tarantula says with a smile (hidden by his mask of course). "But now that we got all dressed up and bothered to come to the party maybe we can be useful? After all, we are Freedom League", to which Tarantula stands straight and puts his hands on his hip. Looking at the others he says "Come up guys and gals, we are the Freedom League, let's look respectable."
"Preferably the someone who gets shot will be one of us," Hawk said. "And since bullets don't scare us, that would be preferable. Can you give us more information about what's going on?"
Maddicks lit the stub of a cigar with a stone-face as the trio made their spiel. He gave a few puffs and blew a greasy cloud of smoke into Tarantula's face. "Yew Rookies can play spectators. Yew get behind the police tape with the rest'a the gawkers." He eyeballed the heroes expecting some sort of compliance as Astral approached.Hex shrugged at Maddicks. "Look, the Commissioner asked us to come. If you don't like it, take it up with her. In the meantime you're stuck with us, so you may as well use us. All we know right now is that there's a hostage situation involving two metahumans?"
Maddicks made a low throaty growl as he mulled over Astral's words. His face then twisted into a grimace that served as a smirk for him, and he thrusted a sausage sized finger into towards Astral "Yew and yer Posse of Showboaters got yerself Five Minutes...Muck it up and it's yer keister."“Why don’t you give us a rundown of the situation and we can see where best we can help, Captain Maddicks,” Astral said sweetly. “Under your direction, of course.” She refrained from batting her blue eyes, but struck the typical S pose of a superheroine, feeling a bit ridiculous. She was no temptress, and her sister would scold her to no end, but she’d been told she was attractive, and men tended to find the tight costume alluring. “After all, wouldn’t it besmirch your reputation if you had us available and failed to use us and the situation went poorly?”