With the riots starting, Xerox was caught in the crowd. Fists flying in all directions, people grabbing knives and bottles 'lying around'. To avoid suspicion, Xerox was landing a few blows, while taking a few. Dodging a few, getting hit, attacking back. He wasn't hitting anyone seriously, only with accuracy. Taking a couple more blows as he was on his way to the back, he pretended to collapse, letting people run by him.

Getting up as people got rowdier and tried to head closer to the center, Xerox got up, and got his glasses on. Switching modes, he scanned the area. Something wasn't right. It was hard to see, but in the crowd, he could see there were people with implants, catching a glimpse on occasion. Switching the mode once more, he found odd electromagnetic waves in the crowd, a completely different frequency to the one used for communication.

Getting away from all eyes in the crowd, and ducking away into a nearby abandoned building, the communications voiced concerns. Concerns of things being odd, of being watched. [color=aqua]"Guys, there are a few guys in there with implants, and there's this strange electromagnetic signal in the area. It's possible that those guys are recording videos of this. Best to get rid of any evidence possible. Duncan, permission to use an EMP?"[/color] Xerox asked for permission, dropping a couple of EMPs into his lap from his [b]ESS[/b].