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“Well, everything seems to be in order. Congratulations Mr. Hunter, you are clear for your opening.” Mr. Jeffries, the city building inspector said after a thorough walkthrough of the building that will soon be known all over the city as The Hub.

This was the last in a long list of inspections that the club had to pass in order to be allowed to open. Though the club was still more than 2 weeks away from being ready to open, they were now free to concentrate on other important matters- Finalizing vendor contracts, securing DJ’s and other entertaining, and the like. 

Just as Mr. Jeffries had turned and began to make his way to the front door, his clipboard in hand, satisfied with yet another day’s work, there was a strange rumbling sound and the ground began to shake.

The tremor only lasted a few seconds, but had left the inspector shaken. The pale faced man turned back to Scott and forced a chuckle.

“Well, we don’t get many of those around here….though it isn’t unheard of.” He said, almost as if trying to convince himself more than anything.

Scott, who had spent some time on the West Coast was used to earthquakes, though never one in Maine.

“Yeah.” Was all he managed to say as the inspector turned around again and continued out the door.

Scott knew that while the earthquake, if that is what it had been seemed relatively minor in comparison to some that he had experienced in California, the buildings in Lost Haven were not built to withstand an earthquake, which meant that there was a good chance that the quake had caused some real damage, and it was quite possible that people may have been injured or otherwise needed his help.

There was a blur of motion as he raced to the front door and locked it. Then, another blur of motion as he raced up the stairs, past his apartment and out the roof access door, where he had shed his civilian clothes, taking to the skies as Icon to observe any damage that the earthquake had caused.

As Icon flew across the city, he was relieved to see that the actual damage caused by the quake was relatively minor after all. However, his relief was replaced by bewilderment as he approached Little Ulster. The section of town which had come to be called "New Detroit" by some of the city's residence in reference to the disproportionately high crime rate, as well of the state of decay of many of the buildings in the neighborhood. 

However, what he saw when he reached Little Ulster was not the decaying neighborhood that he had come to know. Instead of crumbling tenements and and deteriorating storefronts, he found a nearly pristine section of city, the buildings no longer in a state of decay. On the contrary, they looked almost brand new, and in the middle of Little Ulster, where the notorious MacCarver tenement had been replaced by a new, neatly groomed park. 

If he hadn't known better, Icon would have thought that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere and had found himself flying over another section of the city, however, he knew that this was not the case. Then something else caught his eye-Slowly flying over Little Ulster was what could only be described as a crimson, angel like being. He could only assume that she had something to do with the sudden rejuvenation of Little Ulster, however, before he could investigate the strange entity, something else caught his attention

Screaming, scratching and begging for help from down below. The sounds were muffled, almost as if coming from below the ground. Fearing the worst, Icon closed his eyes, and utilized his "radar sense," he found that his fears were well founded. The muffled sounds were in fact coming from below the ground. From his special sense, he was able to locate dozens of people under the ground where the infamous tenement had once stood, however, the cries for help were from but a few. 

Icon immediately dove for the ground toward the cries for help, and upon touching down, immediately went to work to free whoever it was that had been trapped below. He moved fast, in moments moving a truck full of dirt and rock, then mortar and plaster. Suddenly, shock, then panic set in as he realized exactly what he was facing. The entire tenement was under the park. He began digging more furiously, until he had forced himself through the layer of brick and plaster, and made contact with an arm. He reached in and pulled the person out, and much to his relief the young woman was alive. 

[b]"It's alright, I've got you.[/b] Icon said as he pulled the young woman from what had once been her apartment, her only reply was a gasp of air. 

[b]"You'll be alright."[/b] he reassured her before returning to the task of rescuing anyone who may have been still alive.