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[color=8b0000][b]Lafayette Financial Tower - Lobby[/b][/color][/center]

	The adrenaline vanished.  The shock wore off.  It was over.

	Kane's knees buckled as he stumbled toward a nearby pillar and slowly allowed his body to drag itself to ground level.  He eventually found himself sitting on the floor, the pillar to his back and his legs splayed outward.  The nerves in his body screamed, pushing the pain passed the fog of shock and straight into Kane's parietal lobe.  His eyes shut tight and his teeth began to grind as the agony descended upon him like a tsunami.

	[i][color=899499]Composure must be maintained[/color][/i], he thought to himself.  [color=899499][i]Breathe through it.  Calm down.  The worst is over.[/i][/color]

	Once the screeching pain died down to an annoying, torturous hum, Kane opened his eyes again to survey the rest of the lobby.  Bodies were being bagged.  The injured were being lifted onto stretchers.  It was picturesque of a nightmare come to life.

	The images of the other empowered fighters soon came into view as well.  The corner of Kane's mouth twitched upward in an attempt to smirk.  He wasn't alone in the trauma.  They all gave it their everything to end this horror.  For some reason, he took comfort in that.  It just felt like they had given birth to a sense of comradery through torment, a bond through bloodshed.  They made it and they couldn't have done so without eachother.

	"[color=899499]-Ey![/color]" Kane managed to blurt out loudly toward the battered, but victorious heroes.  "[color=899499]Any of yous got a Tylenol?  Or like 100 of them?[/color]" He let out a humorous wheeze before coughing at his own attempt at laughter.  "[color=899499]Or...[/color]" he started again.  "[color=899499]...can any of you give me a lift to Jefferson Hospital?  Apparently they'll treat us like royalty if we say the magic words.[/color]"