As soon as the light had come--blinding and white, like looking into the sun--Lyra knew what it was. The deafening roar that followed a split second later only confirmed her suspicions.

"Oh shit!" Instinctively, she pulled her knife from her side and tried her best to stumble into a corner to make sure she could only be attacked from the front. Not the best defense, but better than nothing, and better than just standing around waiting to be killed. But no attack came. Somehow, that only made her less sure of her own safety.

[i]This isn't right,[/i] she thought. [i]There should've been gunshots, tasers, some teether hopped-up on chems with a knife jumping us by now. Nobody wastes a bloody flashbang on a prank, or even a robbery. Right?[/i]

As her senses returned, she looked around the bar, cautiously surveying her surroundings. That's when she noticed the body. Her eyes widened. That wasn't the same Rat who got offed--hell, he wasn't a rat at all. In fact, his clothes looked straight out of... the development district? 

[i]Son of a bitch![/i]

Immediately, she started toward the door, hearing Niklas and Quackshot as she did. "Quacky, I'm sure everyone's fine, but we're not gonna be if we stay here much longer. I'm with Niklas on this one: we need to leave. [b]Now.[/b]" She shook her head. She hated getting caught off-guard, and she hated not knowing what the fuck was going on, but all of that was taking a back-seat to her instincts right now, and her instincts were screaming at her to get the hell [b]out[/b] of that bar. Meanwhile, her conscience was telling her not to leave these poor sods behind. She turned to face them. "Listen, if you guys want, you can follow me back to my place--pretty under-the-radar of most folks, you could lay low for a while. But we need to go now, alright? I don't know what the fuck just happened, but between the flashbang, the corpse-trade, and the dead dev-district fuck, I don't really think I want to know."