[center][h2]Tyko Vaara[/h2]/[/center]


Satisfied that nothing seemed amiss for the moment, Tyko settled his gaze upon the action of the film stars, getting a mouthful of noodles in as the bikes started off. Looking into the distance, he noted the dust devils would probably really enhance the wasteland appeal of this scene in the film.

Something was off.

He focused, something was drawing his attention to a point of the desert hillside. It flickered.

"Perkele!" An old curse from his homeland uttered softly as he grabbed his partner's should, and turned him, pointing at the flickering spot in the desert. Then the rider's reacted. Rondo swerved, then pitched over into the sky as if he was catapulted. The flipping throw the air bouncing once, narrowly missing Wendy, before the sudden, sharp flash, and smoke of the bike detonating. That sent Wendy down off her bike, and moments later, the hard [b][i]THUD[/i][/b] of the high explosive struck the rest of the set, the shockwave rolling over everyone.

"Mother fucker, you gotta be kidd-" Deon was cut of by the sudden shrill shriek of a near-by PA, before she paused, eyes rolling up and she collapsed on the spot; clipboard and papers landing in the dust, and half a sandwich, in its plastic container bounced, split open, and stopped. Deon reached up and pulled his mic to his mouth as he twisted his head to it, tossing the salad container to the hood of the cruiser. "We have a 10-80, White Flats movie set. Be advised, 10-80, White Flats movie set!" Giving a quick initial alert to Dispatch that there was an explosion, and where he was located. "Request backup, bomb squad, EMS. One suspect is taking off South.....South West of the set. Suspect is flying. Repeat, suspect is flying."

Deon turned to Tyko and leaned in, forgetting that Tyko could hear him, even through the screaming, and horrified reactions of the civilians that surrounded them, "Go, secure the scene." He gestured to where the blind was, and recently vacated. Deon then turned, drew his firearm, and started walking over to the Ambulance, shouting into his radio again, "Wilkes! Percival! Crowd control! Sending Vaara out to secure the scene! I'm on Rondo! Be careful, all prior attempts were single suspect, but they may have hired help this time. Get everyone to the fire meetup locations." He look at Vaara quizzically as Tyko was following him, until Tyko pointed to the warp in the ground next to the Ambulance.


Through the warp, Tyko popped out onto the dry lake bed floor, duty pistol in hand, and his skin, and uniform, seeming to have taken on a living pattern of slow streaks of green energy slowly swirling through his skin, and the fibers of his clothing. His first order of business was to sprint over to where Wendy lay, dust still falling, and the sharp, acrid scent of the exhaust from her thunderous bike lingering still in the air, mixed in with whatever high explosive was used. Kneeling down, he looked her over, saw no obvious wounds, and that she was conscious. "Please remain still," looking over his shoulder, he saw the ambulance begin to hustle this way, "I am Officer Vaara, you were just involved in an explosion, and the ambulance is on its way. Please do not move, in case you have spinal or cranial injuries. I need to make sure there are no other explosive devices in the area." Satisfied that she was not in any imminent danger, he would leave her for someone more qualified than himself. He looked for the blind, and hurried off in a small cloud of dust. He may not be exceptionally fast, but Tyko could best any Olympic sprinter, and had more than enough stamina to make it to the hide, without even winding himself.

As he approached, he slowed, watching for any lingering traps, and being careful not to touch or disturb anything. He was no detective, and he sure as hell was no analyst. He did however, report to Deon, "Suspect left in a hurry, left evidence. Scene secure."