[b]Ground Zero…[/b]

While skipping through the stairs down to the radio station hall, Alec somehow felt that he was missing something. Like he just had a good opportunity to be a savior but chose to ignore it. He took a glimpse of his watch while moving, before shifting his gaze towards the front door, his escape route. The watch showed 17:59. As expected, a police patrol was waiting to apprehend him just outside.

“Drop the briefcase and put your hands behind your head!”, one of the officers barked, both of them aiming their pistols at him. Miller decided to comply. Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from what seemed to be one or two blocks away, accompanied by a number of muffled screams. That caught the two officers off guard and granted the meta an opening. The moment they turned their head around, Alec grabbed his briefcase and swiftly but surely hit one of the officers in the head, instantly knocking him to the ground. He chose the fun route with the other one, disarming him of his gun first before bashing his head in the police car’s wing mirror. Blood was spilled, but nobody died.

Though it didn’t seem like it, the loud explosive noise did catch Alec’s attention too. He accommodated himself in the cruisers driver’s seat before leaning a bit close to listen to what the dispatcher has to say.

“Call to all units in the vicinity! We got a 10-80, Disney Concert Hall!”, the woman spoke in a rather unconcerned tone. Either being cold blooded was a requirement to be a dispatcher, or she didn’t understand the gravity of the situation.

Soon as he heard the call, Alec started the engine and made a run for it. Ever since he returned from his short vacation, things started moving a lot faster. Or maybe they always moved at this same pace, he wasn’t sure. The car was a police one, so he wasn’t as vigilant this time; he kept navigating through tight spaces, lightly bumping into other cars all just so that he could save some time and reach the place before things would get out of hand. A 10-80 is a police code for an explosion, so an explosion of that magnitude must have left a lot of civilian casualties.

By the time he arrived at the location, the damage had already been done. The police vehicle and the entire Disney Concert Hall had something in common; they were both wrecked beyond repair. Whoever did this was a meta, and a powerful one at that. What came close to surprising Alec was that there were other metas on the sites who were aiding the protester, even though the protesters weren’t reciprocating. 

Out of all the most horrible scenarios Alec had witnessed, and that’s a long list of events, seeing a meta attempt to evacuate civilians while being greeted with a barrage of rocks from the same people he’s trying to spare was the most painful one. It was an enormous waste of time and energy.

But of course, the ungratefulness of a group doesn’t reflect the stance that the entire society has on metahumans. Even though overwhelmed, Alec still believed that they could come to a mutual agreement, always if there is a war prevented.

His pondering was interrupted by the sound of sirens in the distance. The cavalry was coming, which meant it was time for the hero to make himself scarce.