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Hector Tanner lay against the wall he was blown into. Body tensed up as small sparks moved across his body. The electrical charges stimulating his muscles. Hector groaned as he tried to relax, but physically couldn't. He opened his eyes and saw a spark jumping between his fingertips. Confused. He should be coming down off the [color=#FF0000]N[/color][color=#7FFF00]E[/color][color=#00FEFF]O[/color][color=#7F00FF]N[/color], but this surely couldn't be real. As the charge started to dissipate into his cells, he could feel his muscles starting to relax. 

Coming to his senses, his attention turned away from himself. Taking in his surroundings. It was chaos. Instinctively, his hand moved to his [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/800/208/4k/elliot-sharp-elliotsharp-scifi-revolver-01.jpg?1465855744]Sidearm[/url]. Taking comfort in the familiar grip of the laser revolver. He didn't draw it from the shoulder holster just yet. He'd been around long enough to know security forces tended to shoot first if you armed, and sometimes even if you weren't. Taking a moment to calm his nerves, he took his hand off the handle of the pistol. 
Hector took a deep breath, trying in vain to clear the hangover he had. He wasn't sure if it was from all the drinking he had done early in the night or the [color=#FF0000]N[/color][color=#7FFF00]E[/color][color=#00FEFF]O[/color][color=#7F00FF]N[/color] that was still leaving his system, or the explosion that just turned Takari Square into a warzone. His head still a haze, but slowly coming together. [color=crimson]"What did those visions mean?"[/color] He said to himself, trying to order his thoughts. Thinking aloud at least helped a little in dismissing the mental haze. He recognised Ian Everyman from one of the visions. [color=crimson]"Damn Everymen, have fingers in everything. Probably a good place to start."[/color] He said aloud. The Everyman Equity had just about contacts for everything. Hector figured a contract looking into this bombing would pop up tomorrow, if not sooner, so why not get a head start? 

Hector tried to stand but groaned in pain. Print would have to wait. Now wasn't the time to be looking into a job that didn't even exist yet. He needed to get away. The security forces were rounding people up, and Hector couldn't collect bounties if he was locked up somewhere. Gritting his teeth, he pushed through the pain. Now, his plan was to get to Chapter House. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙 may have been powerful, but they wouldn't attack a Chapter House for one man. At least that's what Hector theorised. Plus, once he made it there, he could have Marcus check him over with a bio-scanner.