Guerrero Street. The site of the latest bombing. Police swarmed the area, alongside specialists in suits that were definitely not normal law enforcement. Cars were thrown to the side and the pavement was charred pitch black. The scorch marks on the ground were . . . wrong. The pavement was melted in a straight line, with no indication of where it began and where it ended. Rather than an explosion, it looked more akin to a surge of extremely hot air passing through. Like the burst of heat following a nuclear explosion.

Traffic, as expected, was thick and slow moving, caused in part by incompetence, but largely due to the scope of destruction on the road. It was simply unusable in the state it was it. The pavement had warped badly, and nearby cars had similarly melted right into it. More importantly, officials advised civilians not to come to close . . . and for the media not to provide any coverage at the moment. 

For Reinhardt at the roofs, the reason would be clear -- the bodies of victims caught in the blast radius were horribly charred, and their bodies had melded with whatever they had come into contact with during the blast.

This was not a scene they wanted televised, at all. It was the stuff of nightmares. 
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Several establishments closed down due to recent events, however, there were still several businesses that were willing to keep open in spite of it all. Noble Arm workshops tended to fall into that category often, largely because they were impressively well protected -- if not by themselves, then from their patrons.

The one referenced by the instructor earlier that day was likewise up and running, though with fewer patrons than usual. Understandable, given the circumstance. It was located two streets away from the site of the bombing, and it was moderately sized, enough for some of the more [i]explosive[/i] Noble Army types to have some room to practice, provided with certain limitations, of course. 

Currently, there were only ten people inside the two storey building, meaning that there was quite a lot of space. A sparring session was in progress between two lean men, though apparently none had brought out their Noble Arm.