Empire City. It's not a bad place to live. Not to say it's the best, but at least it's not as crowded or as crime-riddled as nearby New York and Manhattan to the west. The cluster of five islands is a good enough place to make your living. Close enough to NYC to be profitable, but far enough out to avoid the overcrowding and pollution that is natural of the biggest cities in the US.
The city is split into five districts, each which occupies it's own smallish island.
The Flourescent District is the place to go if you're bored. Apartments sit on the eastern quarter or so, but the vast majority of it is for entertainment. An amusement park, all the best clubs and bars, and even some shadier establishments. Just about anything can be found here to make your life more interesting.
The Warren District is the poorest section of town. Cheap, crappy apartments litter the center and eastern side of the island, while the western side holds the docks and the long bridge to New York City. Businesses have tried in vain to establish themselves in the Warrens, but few have survived the crime. Only a few small stores and gas stations are littered among the poor or homeless. Crime is common, and the drug-dealers and petty crooks all generally have conections to the Warrens.
The Cultural District is the place to satisfy your scholarly urges. Museums, private schools, religious buildings, many interesting works of art. The Cultural District is a favorite of high society. They throw parties in lavish ballrooms, have work-related gatherings at the best hotels, and go about doing whatever it is that rich people do.
The Business District's purpose is fairly obvious. It's where huge companies and retailers set up shop. Quite a few Fortune 500 companies have set up business buildings in the vast skyscrapers. Stores of every shape and size line the streets, and if you're looking for anything, you're sure to find it in the Business District.
The Historic District is the most normal district. It has plenty of reasonably-priced housing and apartments, standard stores and businesses, just about everything you'd find in an average-sized city.
Zero, Vincent, and Caleb have each recieved an invitation to a 'small' get-together for a friend named Zack Stocks, who is just returning from a trip to Rome. His parents are throwing him a welcome-home party. Being a casual friend of Zack's, you've all been invited.
Arriving at his apartment in the Historic District, you are ushered in by his mother Clara, an aging woman with a kind face and greying hair. There are perhaps 20 people in the large apartment, and it doesn't look like Zack has arrived yet.
A table with drinks and finger-foods has been set up against the far wall, and everyone seems to be milling around until Zack shows up.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Zero glances around with an earbud in her ear, only half-listening to the conversation around her.
Her music is a lot more interesting, at least in her mind.
She reaches into her purse and almost pulls out a handheld game system, but thinks better of it- somebody'd surely think her even stranger than normal.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
His name's Jason, and he's a bit of a jerk. Tall with blonde hair and not much chin, he's wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a hawaiian shirt. He tries to be nice most of the time, but he can get nasty if he gets annoyed. Jason has been Zack's best friend for as long as anyone can remember. Jason also happened to go to school with Caleb, and he introduced them quite a while ago.
Spotting Caleb, Jason gives him a small wave and a grin from across the room.
Zero gets an annoyed look from a few stuck-up looking blonde women standing a few feet away. Obviously pulling out a video game at a party is against their moral code. Zack's father spots Zero and wanders over to say hi. His name is Robert, but he demands that everyone call him Bob.
He's short and stocky and distinguished looking. His dark hair is beginning to go grey around his temples, but he looks remarkably young for a man in his 60's. "It's good to see you again, Sandra," Bob says, knowing using that name will annoy her. "Or do you still go by that nickname? What was it again? Three?" He grins at her to let her know he's just kidding.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Jason grins back as Caleb wanders over. "It's going. I don't want to say it's going 'good', because I still live in this crap-hole city. How about you?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
"Tell me about it," Bob says "If it were up to me, there wouldn't even be a party. Me and Zack and Jason would just go get drunk and then go to a strip club as a welcome home."
A hand flies out of nowhere and smacks Bob upside the head. Zack's mother Clara appears and gives Bob a look that would make a bear turn and run. "Over my dead body, you horny old man. Pardon him dear," she says with a friendly smile to Zero. "He's an ass. It's good to see you again Zero. It's been too long. You really should come visit us some time."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
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There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
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I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
They are also quite generous with their money, often donating to charity and funding school activities.
Jacob laughs. "Better Subway in the Business District than anywhere in the Warrens." He is about to say something else, but a very attractive woman walks by and he gets distracted. "Excuse me. I'm going to go see if that lady needs some company. Have a drink." He absentmindedly points to the table at the back. Soda, wine, and beer are all neatly arranged in ice buckets. He walks away with a grin and a wink at Caleb.
"Well that sounds interesting," Clara says. "At least you're keeping yourself busy." She spots her husband chatting up with some young women, and sighs. "Please pardon me," she says with a scowl. "I've got to go discipline my husband again. I do hope Zack shows up soon. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again dear."
Vincent gets many looks from many of the women passing by. Vincent notices Zack's father Bob being furiously hissed at by his wife as Bob tries to flirt with some young women. He catches Vincent's eye and winks, a devious grin on his face.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Vince decides to pass on the ladies for now and walks up to Bob, Clara, and this woman. "Bob!" He says happily as he steps into the group, "How are you doing?" He takes Bob's hand and shakes it excitedly. "Be careful of this man," Vince tells the young woman seriously, "he'll break your heart. Oh, hi Clara." Vince jumps, as if just noticing the man's wife for the first time.
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Something else I forgot to mention about Zack's family: his father is a senior partner at a very successful lawfirm. He mostly represents big companies and only takes high-profile cases.
The woman looks Vince up and down, a small smile on her face. She winks at him then walks off to talk to some of her friends.
Clara gives Vince an annoyed look. "Don't encourage him."
"Vince, my boy," Bob says enthusiastically. "Good to see you. I spoke with your father briefly the other day. He seems to be doing quite well. How're you?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"Oh come on now," Bob says with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "I usually don't gut companies. Just cripple and maim them."
Time slowly goes by, and Zack still hasn't arrived. Clara checks her watch every few minutes worriedly. "He's supposed to have been back thirty minutes ago," she says to Bob. Even Bob, who usually seems carefree, is looking slightly nervous. "I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe his flight was late."
The lights suddenly flicker, and all the electronic equipment in the room goes haywire. The TV turns on and off randomly, cellphones begin to vibrate and ring at super-speed, and all the kitchen appliances begin to run. "What the hell," Bob mutters.
Jason comes stumbling from out of the door, buttoning his shirt. The woman from earlier wanders out behind him. "What's going on," Jason says in an annoyed voice.
From outside, there is a bright flash of light. It gets brighter and brighter, more intense than a hundred suns. The floor begins to shake, the walls rattle, and windows shatter outward. A huge rushing noise hits the apartment like a ton of bricks. Louder than a jet engine from fifty feet away. The force of the sound alone is enough to make people stumble back.
Then the shockwave hits. The east wall is torn apart, blasted inward with the force of a bomb. Brick is vaporized into tiny pebbles, and people are thrown across the room like rag dolls. The sound and force and light swirl and spin together like the Devil's pet tornado. Then, nothing.
The building is on fire... or is it you that's burning? "...Interesting..." Your skin can't be burning. Or else how would you feel it tingling strangely like that? "...There is more than one survivor..." You can't see. The light must have blinded you. Who is that? Someone is there. "Pulse is normal. Little to no bodily damage... Lookin' good, Cole."
The darkness fades. You slowly regain your sight. You're not in Zack's appartment anymore. You're in.... oh God. A crater. A huge crater. Debris of collapsed buildings, pieces of cars, exposed electrical wire from the city's power grid. They litter the landscape. Anything flammable is on fire, burning white hot. Caleb, Vince, and Zero are the only ones laying on the ground. They can't see anything else.
No, wait. There's someone near the center of the crater. He's just laying there. But... he's breathing. You can hear his ragged breath. His clothes are torn and singed, but he appears to have nothing worse than a few cuts. He's unconscious.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
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This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
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Yes mistress...
Quote from About epic-level D&D »
There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
Quote from Concerning breeding habits of humans in fantasy games »
I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
Caleb staggered to his feet. "What...the...**** was THAT?!" He belted, looking around, and regaining his senses...he walks over to the body and looks to the girl. "He gonna be okay...?"
The man coughs, and opens his eyes. "Wha... What the," he's obviously as confused as you are. Sitting up, he notices his surroundings and his eyes go wide. "Oh God..."
He's a fairly young man, maybe 23 or 24. He's average height and appears to be in excellent physical shape. He's got a buzzed head and a five o'clock shadow. He's wearing a black and yellow shirt and tan pants. He's got a small, single-strap backpack on, and a phone/radio is sitting in the strap on his left shoulder. His voice is gravelly and deep.
"What he hell is going on," he asks, noticing Vince, Caleb, and Zero near him. "What happened?"
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Caleb looked around, and then back to the man. "I'm no expert, but it looks like an explosion to me. How we survived, let alone are even walking around after that, though..." He said with a puzzled look.
When Vince wakes up and shoves a not inconsiderable pile of debris of himself, the first thing he thinks is Damn it, Zack, if you weren't so likable I wouldn't even have been in the city for whatever missile test just went wrong.
Ignoring the others, Vince walks up the slope to get a glimpse of the surrounding city.
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"I've no clue as to what just happened, but apparently I lived through it...unless, of course, this is the Afterlife and I was way worse than I thought." Zero says wryly.
And yes, no incantatrix for you. Or anyone. That class makes puppies cry. Mostly because they are the former Big Bads who have been Baleful Polymorphed into said puppies. By you. Because you're an incantatrix.
Quote from Yukora »
This is Deraxas we're talking about.
Remember, the girl that just killed an aspect of herself before literally consuming her?
Yeah, I don't see her handling a pissing match in any way other than a duel.
Quote from RedDwarfian »
Yes mistress...
Quote from About epic-level D&D »
There are only so many epic, psuedonatural barbarian/blackguard half-dragon akutenshai vampire balor paragons they can throw at you, right?
Quote from Concerning breeding habits of humans in fantasy games »
I suppose it's true. Though the logistics implied in a human/Great Wyrm Prismatic Dragon pairing makes me shudder.
...Something tells me that even should all arcane casters in the world unite, that the Grease spell would NOT be sufficient.
KoolKoal, I'll need a balance check to see if you can keep your footing. There's lots of rubble on the ground.
The man stands up, a little shakily. "We've got to get the hell out of here."
Just then, the phone/walkie-talkie on his shoulder beeps and a voice comes out. "Cole?! Cole! You okay man? Where are you?"
Cole looks at his phone with surprised. "Zeke? I think there was an explosion. I'm... I'm in the crater."
"No **** there was an explosion, man," the voice on the phone says back. "The cops are saying it's terrorists. You gotta get out of there. I'm in the Flourescent District, just on the other side of the bridge out of the Historic. Get over here fast."
"C'mon," Cole says to you. "We've got to get out of here as fast as possible. I'm Cole MacGrath, by the way. That was my friend Zeke on the phone. He'll help us figure out what happened."
Something I might have forgot to mention. You're all at 1 HP. Your movement is reduced by 10 feet due to being slammed around by a big ol' explosion.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Blinking, Caleb looked at the man. "Terrorists?! Should...we really be running? I mean...I think the cops might be able to help...not to mention EMS...?"
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Empire City. It's not a bad place to live. Not to say it's the best, but at least it's not as crowded or as crime-riddled as nearby New York and Manhattan to the west. The cluster of five islands is a good enough place to make your living. Close enough to NYC to be profitable, but far enough out to avoid the overcrowding and pollution that is natural of the biggest cities in the US.
The city is split into five districts, each which occupies it's own smallish island.
The Flourescent District is the place to go if you're bored. Apartments sit on the eastern quarter or so, but the vast majority of it is for entertainment. An amusement park, all the best clubs and bars, and even some shadier establishments. Just about anything can be found here to make your life more interesting.
The Warren District is the poorest section of town. Cheap, crappy apartments litter the center and eastern side of the island, while the western side holds the docks and the long bridge to New York City. Businesses have tried in vain to establish themselves in the Warrens, but few have survived the crime. Only a few small stores and gas stations are littered among the poor or homeless. Crime is common, and the drug-dealers and petty crooks all generally have conections to the Warrens.
The Cultural District is the place to satisfy your scholarly urges. Museums, private schools, religious buildings, many interesting works of art. The Cultural District is a favorite of high society. They throw parties in lavish ballrooms, have work-related gatherings at the best hotels, and go about doing whatever it is that rich people do.
The Business District's purpose is fairly obvious. It's where huge companies and retailers set up shop. Quite a few Fortune 500 companies have set up business buildings in the vast skyscrapers. Stores of every shape and size line the streets, and if you're looking for anything, you're sure to find it in the Business District.
The Historic District is the most normal district. It has plenty of reasonably-priced housing and apartments, standard stores and businesses, just about everything you'd find in an average-sized city.
Zero, Vincent, and Caleb have each recieved an invitation to a 'small' get-together for a friend named Zack Stocks, who is just returning from a trip to Rome. His parents are throwing him a welcome-home party. Being a casual friend of Zack's, you've all been invited.
Arriving at his apartment in the Historic District, you are ushered in by his mother Clara, an aging woman with a kind face and greying hair. There are perhaps 20 people in the large apartment, and it doesn't look like Zack has arrived yet.
A table with drinks and finger-foods has been set up against the far wall, and everyone seems to be milling around until Zack shows up.
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Her music is a lot more interesting, at least in her mind.
She reaches into her purse and almost pulls out a handheld game system, but thinks better of it- somebody'd surely think her even stranger than normal.
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His name's Jason, and he's a bit of a jerk. Tall with blonde hair and not much chin, he's wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a hawaiian shirt. He tries to be nice most of the time, but he can get nasty if he gets annoyed. Jason has been Zack's best friend for as long as anyone can remember. Jason also happened to go to school with Caleb, and he introduced them quite a while ago.
Spotting Caleb, Jason gives him a small wave and a grin from across the room.
Zero gets an annoyed look from a few stuck-up looking blonde women standing a few feet away. Obviously pulling out a video game at a party is against their moral code. Zack's father spots Zero and wanders over to say hi. His name is Robert, but he demands that everyone call him Bob.
He's short and stocky and distinguished looking. His dark hair is beginning to go grey around his temples, but he looks remarkably young for a man in his 60's. "It's good to see you again, Sandra," Bob says, knowing using that name will annoy her. "Or do you still go by that nickname? What was it again? Three?" He grins at her to let her know he's just kidding.
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She looks down at her t-shirt and raggedy jeans and shrugs; it's what's inside that matters, not looks that'll fade in ten years or so.
"It's Zero, and you know it, Robert- erm, Bob." she says with a half-smile, feeling a bit uncomfortable at calling him by a nickname.
"Too many people here." she mutters under her breath.
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A hand flies out of nowhere and smacks Bob upside the head. Zack's mother Clara appears and gives Bob a look that would make a bear turn and run. "Over my dead body, you horny old man. Pardon him dear," she says with a friendly smile to Zero. "He's an ass. It's good to see you again Zero. It's been too long. You really should come visit us some time."
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They are also quite generous with their money, often donating to charity and funding school activities.
Jacob laughs. "Better Subway in the Business District than anywhere in the Warrens." He is about to say something else, but a very attractive woman walks by and he gets distracted. "Excuse me. I'm going to go see if that lady needs some company. Have a drink." He absentmindedly points to the table at the back. Soda, wine, and beer are all neatly arranged in ice buckets. He walks away with a grin and a wink at Caleb.
"Well that sounds interesting," Clara says. "At least you're keeping yourself busy." She spots her husband chatting up with some young women, and sighs. "Please pardon me," she says with a scowl. "I've got to go discipline my husband again. I do hope Zack shows up soon. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again dear."
Vincent gets many looks from many of the women passing by. Vincent notices Zack's father Bob being furiously hissed at by his wife as Bob tries to flirt with some young women. He catches Vincent's eye and winks, a devious grin on his face.
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The woman looks Vince up and down, a small smile on her face. She winks at him then walks off to talk to some of her friends.
Clara gives Vince an annoyed look. "Don't encourage him."
"Vince, my boy," Bob says enthusiastically. "Good to see you. I spoke with your father briefly the other day. He seems to be doing quite well. How're you?"
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Time slowly goes by, and Zack still hasn't arrived. Clara checks her watch every few minutes worriedly. "He's supposed to have been back thirty minutes ago," she says to Bob. Even Bob, who usually seems carefree, is looking slightly nervous. "I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe his flight was late."
The lights suddenly flicker, and all the electronic equipment in the room goes haywire. The TV turns on and off randomly, cellphones begin to vibrate and ring at super-speed, and all the kitchen appliances begin to run. "What the hell," Bob mutters.
Jason comes stumbling from out of the door, buttoning his shirt. The woman from earlier wanders out behind him. "What's going on," Jason says in an annoyed voice.
From outside, there is a bright flash of light. It gets brighter and brighter, more intense than a hundred suns. The floor begins to shake, the walls rattle, and windows shatter outward. A huge rushing noise hits the apartment like a ton of bricks. Louder than a jet engine from fifty feet away. The force of the sound alone is enough to make people stumble back.
Then the shockwave hits. The east wall is torn apart, blasted inward with the force of a bomb. Brick is vaporized into tiny pebbles, and people are thrown across the room like rag dolls. The sound and force and light swirl and spin together like the Devil's pet tornado. Then, nothing.
The building is on fire... or is it you that's burning?
"...Interesting..."
Your skin can't be burning. Or else how would you feel it tingling strangely like that?
"...There is more than one survivor..."
You can't see. The light must have blinded you. Who is that? Someone is there.
"Pulse is normal. Little to no bodily damage... Lookin' good, Cole."
The darkness fades. You slowly regain your sight. You're not in Zack's appartment anymore. You're in.... oh God. A crater. A huge crater. Debris of collapsed buildings, pieces of cars, exposed electrical wire from the city's power grid. They litter the landscape. Anything flammable is on fire, burning white hot. Caleb, Vince, and Zero are the only ones laying on the ground. They can't see anything else.
No, wait. There's someone near the center of the crater. He's just laying there. But... he's breathing. You can hear his ragged breath. His clothes are torn and singed, but he appears to have nothing worse than a few cuts. He's unconscious.
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It's an alien invasion!
Then her rational side slaps her mentally.
Terrorists, you dork.
She sits up and notes the fallen figure, and she moves to investigate him for signs of life.
"I am in the arcane, and the arcane is in me."
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He's a fairly young man, maybe 23 or 24. He's average height and appears to be in excellent physical shape. He's got a buzzed head and a five o'clock shadow. He's wearing a black and yellow shirt and tan pants. He's got a small, single-strap backpack on, and a phone/radio is sitting in the strap on his left shoulder. His voice is gravelly and deep.
"What he hell is going on," he asks, noticing Vince, Caleb, and Zero near him. "What happened?"
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Ignoring the others, Vince walks up the slope to get a glimpse of the surrounding city.
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The man stands up, a little shakily. "We've got to get the hell out of here."
Just then, the phone/walkie-talkie on his shoulder beeps and a voice comes out. "Cole?! Cole! You okay man? Where are you?"
Cole looks at his phone with surprised. "Zeke? I think there was an explosion. I'm... I'm in the crater."
"No **** there was an explosion, man," the voice on the phone says back. "The cops are saying it's terrorists. You gotta get out of there. I'm in the Flourescent District, just on the other side of the bridge out of the Historic. Get over here fast."
"C'mon," Cole says to you. "We've got to get out of here as fast as possible. I'm Cole MacGrath, by the way. That was my friend Zeke on the phone. He'll help us figure out what happened."
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Blinking, Caleb looked at the man. "Terrorists?! Should...we really be running? I mean...I think the cops might be able to help...not to mention EMS...?"
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