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Kane steps out of his car and removes his sunglasses to take a good look at the carnage that just unfolded. "Well..." He puts his sunglasses back on and takes out a cigarette case. "Fuck me sideways." He lights up, puts the case away and walks toward the commotion.
He feels the rumble and pauses for a moment to reflect on the fact that it would probably be impossible for this day to get any worse. He walks on, checking the body of Arthur Colmby for signs of anything unusual when he finally arrives at the scene.
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Michelle nods. "Yessir." She dashes after the professor.
I turn around, glancing the firefighter up and down once before offering a stiff but polite nod.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" I try not to scan for escape routes, or let my tensed muscles show. Time is ticking, time I can't spare.
Marcus quickly gave each man from the downed aircraft a visual check. No blood in the water. That was good. He jerked a thumb towards the lake's surface, a rough signal to the men to swim upwards. Kicking off of the Cessna with his brawny legs, he propelled himself towards the surface in the direction of his boat.
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"Wha--whoooOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA," Oscar slammed into the back corner of the exhibit. "Ow."
Bracing himself on his mop and one of the tigers, he rose to his feet, trying to get his legs back underneath him as the floor shifted. "East Wing, Dinosaurs. C'mon, Kaiser, you can do this."
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Richard presses his fingers to the man's throat, but there's no pulse. His head is half-crushed against the pavement. The impact killed him. Kane runs his eyes over the body, but nothing seems suspect - just a fat man who came down hard.
The EMT nods, and smiles. "Good to hear it, but if I could ask you to come with me, please. We just wanna make sure. Procedure, you understand?" He's practiced this.
Fate favors Henry and Dusty today, it seems. At least in this.
Before the firefighter man can acknowledge Henry's response, an emergency siren kicks on, drowning out the awful music from the truck and the startled screams from the bystanders.
The ground shakes again, and the faint rumble has become a roar.
[Campus]
Kruppe, Michelle, and Ash dart toward the museum, passing the wave of running students, and catching up with Dan.
The scene is surreal - aside from broken windows, the three-story building is undamaged. It's western wing is airborne, the whole structure sinking like a foundering ship. Cars in the parking lot in front of it, including a couple of yellow school buses, have been pulled into its wake, sliding across the crumbling asphalt toward the strange vortex surrounding the building.
As one of the buses is swallowed up, an emergency siren kicks on somewhere in the city.
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With Marcus' help, the three break the surface of the lake, the less-experienced men gasping for air. Their celebration is short-lived - from this distance, they can see the Mayfield skyline, cast against the dark, sparking gray clouds.
Sky-scrapers bob and twist, their bulk sinking toward the horizon.
An emergency siren flares, sounding incredible small from so far away.
[Museum]
Oscar makes it too his feet again - the tiger he hit is less lucky, having been broken in two by the impact, revealing its hollow, ply-woody center. It looks at him with what Oscar briefly believes might be great sadness.
The reverence is interrupted by a sudden, drastic increase in the rumbling that rattles the walls of the building. The lights flicker once more, and then stay off.
Cobalt watches the others run off for a moment, before gathering his things into his bag and following along behind, not quite close enough to be part of the same group. He looks at the tilted museum in shock.
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Now.
I spin and break into a run, things are going to get hectic fast and I don't want to be anywhere near it. I also need to cover ground fast before everyone else gets the same idea.
A small part of me reminds me I'm not supposed to do this sort of thing anymore. I made promises I wouldn't do this sort of thing. Count to 10 in my head, deep breaths, think calming thoughts.
But this is family. Nothing is more important than family now. I muscle a bystander out of the way, and ditch my hat on the sidewalk. If a shove doesn't manage to get someone to move out of my way, the look in my eyes might.
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"Well this is more than I expected."
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"Dammit!" Richard slams a fist into the pavement, bloodying his knuckles. He sighs-
-and suddenly registers the growing roar. He looks around for swaying buildings, cracked sidewalks, signs of an earthquake. Fuck, what was the procedure for earthquakes?
I-I...
I don't understand?
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"Wh-...
What the fuck."
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Taking advantage of the distraction, Dusty backs into the crowd, forcing his body to its usual level of grace in defiance of the ground and health condition, his broad shoulders lightly clipping others as he weaves away from the EMT.
A place to sit would be nice. So hot. Muggy. Somewhere with seating and air-conditioning would be nice. Possibly vending machines? Dusty shuffles street-side, oblivious to the roar of the earth.
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Michelle's eyes bug out. "I think we should run now."
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The firetruck comes to a halt. Not a normal occurrence, even with heavy traffic; being in an emergency vehicle is pretty handy in that regard. "Hey Sammy, what's the hold up?" he hears a fellow firefighter ask from the back of the truck. Crabbe glances over the driver's shoulder in time to see the carnage unfold, habitually rubbing his left eye to get a better look. It doesn't help.
In a second he's in the street, bolting for the accident. Rescue first, then fire control. Yes. Okay, got it! A crowd has already formed around the semi impact, EMTs at the bloodied driver's side already (along with the agent from earlier). He makes his way to the U-Haul, other eye darting to find additional passengers. "Hey! Everyone's out, yeah?" he approaches the EMT helping up a hooded man. His voice has a bounce you wouldn't expect from the stocky, aging firefighter. His head whips back and forth, looking over the vehicles for any danger of fire.
"No, no. Never run."
Kruppe ogles the museum some more. Is there a way to get inside? Any sign of how many people are in there?
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"Don't you think we should... try and um... help?" He stairs up at the building sticking up in the air, wondering what on earth they could possibly do to improve this situation.
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The hooded man disppears into the crowd as Crabbe whips his head back and forth. The cars appear to be safely spaced and undama-his train of thought shatters as one of the cars stopped in the street simply slides into the asphalt.
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It would be impossible to tell how many people are inside from out here, but Kruppe [82%/70%] knows that the building's capacity is more than a thousand. It's rarely that crowded, but...
With the rate it's sinking, and the way it's tilting, the usual entrances are either buried or up in the air over the parking lot. Still, it wouldn't be too hard to climb in through one of the second-story windows.
"What on earth can we do? We're three students and a teacher against the world gone crazy."
Oscar cursed again, fumbling around on his belt for his maglite. He began pick his way towards the east wing, being careful to avoid the remains of the sabre-toothed reconstruction, "Sleep well, proud beast," he muttered.
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"I don't know! But look at the school buses. There's kids in there, we can't just leave them!" He turns to the professor, who seems to be the only one managing to keep calm here.
"Do you uh, do you have any ideas?"
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"We fight."
Kruppe, awful sprightly for an old man, joggs over to one of the windows and tries to open it.
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"He's dead, son. D.E.A.D. Anyone with eyes can see that," Kane says to Richard. His attention, however, is quickly drawn away from the kneeling paramedic to the Emergency siren. The ground starts to tremble, even worse then before.
"Motherfucker, what the hell is going?" He looks around and notices a man running through the crowd. Suspicious, out of place. Kane gives chase.
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His thoughts don't linger on the oddly-dressed man as the earth begins to rumble. He's trained to not panic in this sort of situation. After all, outside in the street is one of the safest places to be during a quake.
But he still panics a bit.
Then the car slips impossibly into the earth.
He panics a bit more.
"E-everyone out of your cars! Now!"
"Guess it's better to fight and die than live with the knowledge I ran..." Michelle tries to go through another window.
Dan moves in closer to the museum, taking it in slowly and carefully. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening...but it was. This wasn't some guy beating on his wife, some kid selling drugs, or some crazy with a gun. He hadn't faced anything like it in all his years, but it was here and it was crazy and he had to do something. He didn't wear a badge because it was fashionable.
He turns to the students, the ones who weren't running away. He puts a hand on his belt next to his shiny badge to make sure they saw. "I want you all to move slowly and carefully away from the museum. Stay back, you got that? Professor!" But before he can call the professor over, the man was running towards the museum like some hooligan hyped up on pcp. "Godamnit man!" He points at the students. "Stay back!" And chases after the foolish man.
"What in the hells do you think you're doing?"
Kane's cynicism is lost on Richard as he stares at the car sliding through a thing that it should not be sliding through. He slowly stands, not comprehending what he is seeing.
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Kruppe does not move from his task, but he does respond.
"Action, officer, not words, will help the people in there."
The Professor lifts the window-frame up and out of the way, and holds out his hand in the universal gesture of "after you."
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Henry is though.
Henry is.
Edit: More like Slow.....ux.
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