[center][h1][b][color=red]The Jacks:[/color] The Enemy Revealed?[/b][/h1]
[@yoshua171][@BCTheEntity][@Eklispe][@Old Amsterdam][@Crusader Lord][/center]

The panic quickly escalated as civilians did what they could to escape imaginary dangers, while others assured them that nothing was the matter to begin with. With the knowledge that at the very least the tram bombing was real, no doubt dozens were already dead, and the number was growing. Some, who saw the tram as operating perfectly normally, stepped into the burning wreckage and fell into the electrified tracks, where they were simultaneously shocked and burned to well-toasted corpses. Injuries mounted as people were trampled over, prevented from leaving by security guards who wanted to keep everyone calm while the situation was assessed. Of course the situation would only get worse.

A plane was already on the runway heading toward a gate in the concourse Alloy was stationed in. Wheels had hit the tarmac and now it coasted along, suddenly picking up speed and jerking to the side! Such a violent turn for a vehicle designed to work in the air led to a most unfortunate result. The airliner picked up just enough air to no longer be touching the ground, but twisted to the side just before. Worse, it couldn't clear the building.

[b]SMASH![/B]

Concrete crumbled, glass shards flew like a thousand knives, metal tore apart. The plane, or what was left of it, came to a stop halfway through the wall, but dozens more died in the process. At least, that's what it appeared to be from Alloy's viewpoint. Was it real? One look at the glass shard embedded in her arm said yes. Then, just as suddenly, the plane, the wreckage, the damage, it all vanished in an instant. She saw only people sitting around, waiting for their flight, playing with phones and snoring in their chairs. But the glass was still in her arm. The pain still stung.

Almost immediately after, Chatterbox received another text message, this one from one of his thralls in the control towers. [i]Reports of a crash in concourse A. Pilot called in with distress moments ago, said there was a crashed plane in his way and tried to avoid it.[/i]

Meanwhile, Headhunter took to climbing up for a better vantage point. There was really only one option in the situation: up the stairs. A number of airport security came charging out of a security door nearby and he was able to slip in after the past. The only way to get the access he needed was to enter employee only areas. Maintenance tunnels, security hallways, and the likes. Thankfully for him, the personnel were too occupied with the shitstorm raging all over the place to focus on an apparent military officer strolling wherever he liked as though he owned the place.

Now up on a rooftop, Headhunter was able to see the majority of the airport and adjoining airfields. In the direction of concourse A he could see the flashing red and blue lights of emergency services, as well as the rising black smoke of a fire. There was no other immediately recognizable damage in sight, but with the nature of this situation it was hardly surprising. If he weren't careful, he could walk two feet to the left into empty space and suddenly find himself on fire. Wait, what was that?

It appeared as though someone were standing near a window in concourse B, wearing something flashy and gaudy like a cape outfit. He only saw them for a brief second and then they were gone, but he was sure his eyes didn't betray him. Wait, there again! Something green appeared for about two seconds a few feet from where it was before, then vanished again. 

As Headhunter laid eyes on what could possibly be the target, Chatterbox was receiving multiple communications from those in his "employ." The thinkers that his thralls had enthralled reported that their powers were only giving them static now, no longer working. Meanwhile the ones he had ordered to explore the outer edges of the area were beginning to report. It seemed fuzzy, since the very nature of the effect was inconsistent, but what he could determine for absolute certainty was that all the concourses, everywhere in the airport proper, was covered by the effect, as well as a decent distance into the airfields, most likely about a mile or so into it.