The men are taking to an enclosed space.

There are suits laid out for them. Upon furthur look they are superhero outfits. The men are too battered and bruised to say anything. Billy falls on top of Monroe's suit. Monroe falls backwards into a Doctor's arms. The Doctors do their best to help them regain equilibrium.

Their medical outfits tear and are replaced by shiny, silvery white armor. Bullet pellets shoot from the stethoscope piece used to check a patient's breathing. The rapid fire shots wake Billy and Monroe. Hakeem's re-assured by the Nurse in the next room that this is a part of the hospital release procedure to make sure they're fit to function in society.

"You have to pay your debt to society and to us by fighting crime in our city. We didn't have to get you back on your feet, and for all three of ya'll that's a huge tab that the city has to pay."

"Hey, you never asked if I had insurance" says Hakeem taking a kick to the jaw, careening him to the wall. His motor runs, "VROOM, VROOM, VROOM".

The Male Nurse's outfit tears, becoming a bronze metal outfit.

Hakeem becomes groggy. He's on hands and knees. Then, graduates to a knee and a hand. The Nurse kicks him in the face. Hakeem grimaces. He's on his back. The Nurse jumps on him. He smacks and punches him. Grabbing both wrists, he rolls and tosses her into the wall.

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The Nurse performs a 360 spin with the body laying flat. He pushes a button on his elbow, introducing suction cups to his hands and feet. The Nurse stays still like a bug and leaps on him. He takes him down with an arm throw, and then an arm lock. Hakeem gets up and gears up to foot sweep him, but he back flips out of the way and does a mid air scissor throw. He crashes onto the bed railing.

"Ughh, enough of this", says Hakeem panting.

The 'VROOM VROOM' sound returns. The Nurse bolts after him. Hakeem hits both arms with multiple ferocious jabs. He can't throw a punch. The Nurse telegraphs a kick. Hakeem grabs the boot and foot sweeps. The nurse falls hard.

"You, we need you, you don't back down", said The Nurse.

"Where are my friends?" asked Hakeem.

"They're in a room".

"Which one?"

"Find it."

Hakeem desperately opens each door on the floor.

"What if they were transferred, how many floors are in this hospital, this could take all day and all night, I just can't win".

His friends are getting broken up in combat. They have yet to land a punch or a kick to their adversaries.

Up against the wall, bawling, "ya won, we're hurt, ahh my leg", said Monroe.

Hiding next to the bed, shivering, tugging on the foot of the bed, pulling the twin sheet down as if it was a Guardian Angel.

"We chose the wrong guys", said a Doctor.

"You've beaten us up for hours, we came here to visit our friend and fight off the bad guys".

The Doctors are disappointed in their choice of men. The Superhero outfits aren't for the wimpish. They're for the brave. The courageous. The never give up types.

The Doctors take the superhero outfits off the floor and throw then in a black trash bag. The bags had to be quadrupled up because of the combined weight of the uniforms.

Hakeem ducks his head in every room, hoping to find his friends. He's unsuccessful until a male nurse gets off the elevator recounting to a patient the action that was taken place on the 4th floor.

He catches the elevator before it leaves. Before, the door closes, the male nurse says, "you're the one, you're the one."