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“You need to get to Sherman Square, now!” Came Harry’s frantic voice over the com in Lyger’s mask, just as the young hero was about to descend down through the open manhole cover after the young teen who had just thrown him into a wall.

“Not now, I’ve got a lead on the missing kids. I’m going to follow up on it.” Lyger shot back, his voice sounding harsher toward his mentor than he had intended.

“It can wait.” The older man came back sternly. “There are more urgent matters that need to be addressed.”

[i]More urgent?[/i] 

The comment struck Lyger as strange. The abductions of children of varying ages that had been plaguing the city had been Lyger and Harry’s number one priority from the moment they had learned of the disappearances. The string of seemingly unrelated abductions had even been more of a priority than even the Nightmare killings, and for Harry to so suddenly pull Lyger in another direction when they finally had a break in the case, was nothing short of bizarre.

“What’s going on?” Lyger finally asked after a short pause.

“I’m not sure. Some sort of an attack. “Harry’s voice came back over the comm., but paused. “Kyle, it sounds bad.” 

Harry’s use of his real name stunned Lyger. The old man never referred to him as “Kyle” while he was in costume. Plus there was something in his voice, something that he hadn’t heard before.

Fear. 

“Harry, what’s going on?” Lyger asked, worry beginning to creep into his own voice.

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Harry said. 

The statement was odd, Harry knew that he was almost all the way across the city in the French Quarter, and wouldn’t be able to see what was going on, unless...

Lyger felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Slowly he turned toward the direction of Sherman Square, and the sight that lay before him was one that induced instant panic. 
It looked as if the sky itself were on fire. 

Lyger just stood there in wide eyed terror as the glow of the flames cast a horrid shadow over the city, changing Lost Haven from a beautiful coastal city into something from a hellish nightmare.

“What’s going on Harry?” Lyger asked again, this time there was no mistaking the fear in his voice. The young hero did not wait for an answer, he sprung away from the open manhole cover and sprinted as fast as he could toward the recently repaired Kaiju. 

Even as the young hero sprinted toward the car, he heard his mentor’s answer, and regardless of what was going on, the old man’s words appeared to be true.

“All Hell’s breaking loose.”