Billowing smoke and dust threaten to choke unprepared lungs, the smell of twisted metal and concrete, and the screams of the wounded and the alarmed make this area a literal war zone. That is even before the sound of small arms fire can be heard, Wedge responds with a gruff, “Son of a bitch… yeah I think I got all my important parts…”
Biggs adds, “Alive, got a nasty ringing in the ears.”
Outside as the smoke and debris slowly clear, they can see bodies, some are moving, some in pieces and some stock still from the carnage. The group can’t see Ashana though.
Dee quips, “Suicide bombers… I guess the old tricks are still the best.”
Alan responds with a slow grunt, “Violence only begets more violence.”
Michael’s Double
The vagrant is rattled as Michael threatens him, “Listen buddy… listen… I don’t know nothing… security security!”
