Muerte's attention was wrenched from the sky as a distant explosion broke through the chaos around him. It seemed to have come from somewhere on the edge of the city and he could now see the pillar of smoke rising into the sky. [i]A building? No...the smoke wasn't the right color.[/i] He cursed to himself and started running back to his bike.

[color=39b54a]"Jesus? What the hell was that?"[/color] he panted out as he ran.

[color=a187be]"The Sicily Bridge just...exploded!"[/color] came the shaky reply, [color=a187be]"but I couldn't see any alien activity.[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Who the hell blows up a bridge in the middle of an alien invasion that's not an alien?!"[/color] Muerte's voice was exasperated as he finally got to his bike and mounted it.

He looked back up to the sky, trying to find the other meta he had seen before but at that moment a few of the fighter jets swept through overhead, firing several bursts of energy blasts at the ground. He narrowly avoided getting hit by diving out of the way, bike and all, and crashed through a nearby store window. An alarm blared from inside the place as Muerte picked himself up and brushed broken glass from his jacket. Grumbling to himself he stepped over his bike back out to the street and pointed the rifle skyward. He waited and sure enough they made another pass. He fired a series of rapid shots and had the satisfaction of seeing two of the crafts teeter and start falling erratically to the ground. He quickly picked up his bike and ran across the street into an alleyway. Seconds later the aliens made another sweep and obliterated the store where he had just been. [i]Close call...[/i] Muerte waited for round three but they didn't make another pass. He breathed out a sigh of relief and rested against the alley wall while he tried to think of what to do next.

[color=39b54a]"Jesus, try to get into contact with any metas in the area. If we're going to be any good against these guys, we need to coordinate."[/color]

[color=a187be]"I'll try..."[/color] Jesus said in a small voice.

[color=39b54a]"Let me know what you find."[/color]

Muerte turned his attention to his bike to check for damage. It definitely needed some cosmetic work but seemed structurally sound. He checked the sky once more before starting his bike and riding off to find one of the downed crafts. He was not going to pass up the opportunity see see an actual extra-terrestrial organism up close. That and if he could figure out anything about the aliens that might give them an advantage, it was worth at least taking a look.