On the edge of D-District the sun shone down on a broken pier that led out to the rushing water of a small stream. Atop the pier with his back to one of its remaining pillars, Oliver pulled his bucket hat down further over his face to block out the sun. His fishing rod trailed its thin line from its tip into the stream, the attached floater bobbing and dipping every now and then as the current moved it about. He had caught a few good fish already today and it was looking like good chances of more on the way, if conditions kept up. The little silver radio atop his gear-box softly broadcast the radiowaves it was receiving. Music stations rarely played anything Oliver liked, but today was alright for tunes. Light piano and saxophone just as he liked it. Nice and calm.

That was until the very earth upheaved in a cacophony startling enough to send the city spiralling into panic and chaos. Being right on the edge of D-District meant that while Oliver wasn't in the blast-zone, his fishing spot for the day was pretty much ruined. The castle on the mountain of bones was blocking the nice sun, the fish had fled with the shaking and more than likely his music was about to-

"Emergency broadcast, folks," the cool-headed radio announcer cut in with a voice so calm and flat he might as well have been in a sauna as he was broadcasting. "Looks like we've got a warning from City Hall. All civvies are to make their way to shelter, while heroes are to get up 'n' at'em. Stay safe folks."

The smooth jazz resumed as Oliver huffed. He had already finished packing his fishing gear and his catch for the day all into a ragged little backpack. All this commotion and he still had to walk home and home was in the direction of the commotion.

The Iron Halo behind his head rotated slowly as its blades hummed softly in the wind.

"Just one day. One day away from a peaceful month," he grumbled as he began walking. He could feel The Iron Halo keeping up with him and staying close to his back. It had started humming.