[h2]Alessa Heather: Streets of Denver (Storm Drain)[/h2]
Alessa really didn't understand what had just happened, what with having been blinded by her own light. At first, after a brief moment of legitimate fear, when Eyeblight complied with his promise to set off the detonator, only for nothing to happen, she was ecstatic. They'd done it, they'd actually caught one of the leaders of the Community!

The next moment, the crack of thunder sounded from outside, shockingly close. Two in sequence, actually; the second corresponded with a flash of light, followed by- was that skin she saw through the pinhole?- for but a fraction of a second, and then another blast of sound and light hit her from not-quite point blank, but near enough that the noise practically deafened her and the light blocked out what little vision she had left herself.

And like that, Eyeblight had seemingly vanished. A moment of hesitation hit her before she took the risk and allowed the light blocking her sight to fade (but not that hiding her face, of course, just in case a villain was still present), only allowing the heat beams to fade after she had confirmed that, somehow, Eyeblight had vanished completely. There was only one question really going through her head at that moment: [i]what the hell just happened?[/i] Though in fairness, if who she suspected was involved was in fact involved, her question was half-answered already. And for the other half...

'Sonar, what just happened?' she asked out loud. No response. That wasn't good; there was, she felt, no particular reason he couldn't respond almost immediately with his power, unless something had happened to him. So, plan B: activate the Protectorate Communication Earpiece and start talking to the team upstairs. 'Margrave, Martyr, Epsilon, status report,' she quickly uttered, the earpiece picking up her voice and sending it to those three specifically. 'What just happened up there?' She prayed it wasn't anything too bad.