"No shit." Rozalia snarled as she stood up, feeling severely annoyed. She was already tired and cranky - explosions and death this early on a morning didn't particularly help. The police were running about like head less chickens as she pushed them out of the way towards a the front doors - which had been blown off their hinges. Looking outside, it was chaos. The acrid smell of burnt rubber and charred flesh filled the air, which was punctuated with screams and far off sirens. Twisted metal and black forms were all that were left of the police cars and the people inside.
"Goddamn Mercs." Rozalia muttered as she launched herself into the air, gaining altitude and staying downwind of the smoke issuing from the fires below. Before, she wasn't particularly bothered if Caro died or not. But now this shit just got personal.