The group files into the two vans, which leave the facility and make the half hour drive to the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. Agent Howe's phone rings and he speaks quietly with someone, a short conversation where he does more listening than talking.
Upon arrival, the terminal isn't a buzzing as one might expect. There are a few people walking around, but most in the terminal are gathered around monitors, some glaring at the screen, some staring in shock, a few even sobbing at they're witnessing. On the monitor, there is what looks to be a press conference by the UNSAC. Speaking is Dr. Stockov of Justice Elite, "...tragedy comes at a time when other various occurrences across the globe, of an unknown origin transpired. But to the best knowledge of the United Nations Scientific Advancement Committee, these two events are not related. At this time we are not pointing any finger at any suspects despite early reports to the contrary, what has transpired today is an attack on the livelihood of free people’s everywhere in the world. Despite the emotions that run high, cool heads must prevail, and for that reason alone the United Nations has initiated a State of Emergency, and granted executive powers to select groups including the United Nations Armed Forces and the Justice Elite Agency.”
Dr. Stockov pauses as she adjusts her glasses, “It will take time to assess the extent of the damage, and the world will support the Mexican citizens in any way we can, to get them through this tragedy. Among them is a proposal that until this State of Emergency is abated, registration of all elites worldwide will be mandatory if only to maintain some sense of order, and uniformity. Certain Military Powers will be forced to disarm during this forced armistice, and certain governments may be dissolved entirely, so as to deny terrorist groups, both privately funded and government sanctioned will be forced out into the open.”
“At this time, I open the floor to questions…” she says as the room erupts into a flurry of various questions.
A buzz erupts from the crowds of people around the monitors as they start to disperse throughout the terminal.
"Unbelievable," Agent Howe says, shaking his head. "Who destroys an entire city?"
"Terrorists, likely. Pantheon?" Agent Mathers answers.
"If Pantheon has that kind of power at their disposal, the UN had better work harder at shutting that sect down. They can't allow something like this to happen again." He stops and turns to the rest of you. "Wait here, I'll get the tickets." He walks to the ticket counter and speaks with woman behind it.
Moments later you hear a shrill, "Aaron!" A man and woman run up to the group and the woman leans over and hugs Aaron, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Aaron!" she says, kissing him and hugging him once more, letting go only long enough for his father to embrace him as well.
"We're so happy your okay, son," he says, smiling at the boy.