The Greenlight District is in chaos as the city block shakes from the reverberations of the Kemptec explosions.

Vibrant flames of all manner of hues burn in the middle of the intersections as nearby businesses and establishments catch fire and begin to burn, casting colorful light throughout the night.

You're all inside of the van watching this happen, and you know that soon, at any moment, that there could be officers,

there could be anyone showing up to investigate this.

You don't have long until you're noticed at the scene.

And this is the last place,

especially after what you've been doing tonight,

that you want to be found.

I would have instinctively slammed on the brakes.

I would assume. Oh, fuck it. Oh, fuck it. Oh, he's dead. Oh, good. There's a head on on Sherry. Grico, Grico, calm down. We have to get out of it. Oh, they're going, exploding! Wait, we gotta go! We gotta drive! Go!

Go!

I'm going to push the head off of the hood if I can.

Oh, with your mind.

You, as you do, the head begins to roll, and as it's rolling over, there's a lull where

there's almost a mere moment where you're all just kind of in shock after after the initial screaming and freaking out and you hear as the head rolls the sounds of Zadamax playing from the speakers inside of the helmet as it rolls off of the hood and clatters to the ground

is there much of fire like yes, where we need to drive through?

There's neon fire.

It's erupting in the buildings all around.

You can tell that this strike that happened in front of you

was just the first of many.

And as these silhouettes are jumping from building to building,

you see that they're throwing things into other buildings,

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