Larceny [Scheme]
Nov 6, 2016 18:03:07 GMT -7
Post by The Revelation on Nov 6, 2016 18:03:07 GMT -7
There was little more to be done. With the supers gone, police swarmed the scene, setting up bright barriers of yellow tape and ordering the rest of the civilians back. The disturbance was over. Some officers glanced about, looking for the woman who'd pulled a gun on the supers, but she was nowhere to be found. The people were shaken, but none of them seemed to be behaving particularly oddly. If anything, the evacuation and gradual clean-up went almost too smoothly.
However, while the immediate demarcation of the scene proceeded well, the structural damage would likely remain for months. There was already a great deal of repair work to be done in the wake of the Dragon attack, and this latest ruin was far back in the queue, only just added to the long, long list of things that needed fixing. It would remain, a scar on the city, a constant reminder of the destruction supers were willing to wreak over even a petty theft.
The news had always spoken harshly of those with powers, but some reporters would seem to go out of their way to be particularly vicious in the aftermath of this disaster. Fear, anger, hatred: all were seeping from the wound left by Blue Jay like ugly pus, infecting the pulse of the people.
The jewelry hadn't been important in the end. What mattered were impressions, reactions, results. Little blood had been spilled today, but it was only a matter of time before someone got killed, and the tension rose to breaking point.
And then? Heads would roll.
However, while the immediate demarcation of the scene proceeded well, the structural damage would likely remain for months. There was already a great deal of repair work to be done in the wake of the Dragon attack, and this latest ruin was far back in the queue, only just added to the long, long list of things that needed fixing. It would remain, a scar on the city, a constant reminder of the destruction supers were willing to wreak over even a petty theft.
The news had always spoken harshly of those with powers, but some reporters would seem to go out of their way to be particularly vicious in the aftermath of this disaster. Fear, anger, hatred: all were seeping from the wound left by Blue Jay like ugly pus, infecting the pulse of the people.
The jewelry hadn't been important in the end. What mattered were impressions, reactions, results. Little blood had been spilled today, but it was only a matter of time before someone got killed, and the tension rose to breaking point.
And then? Heads would roll.