The world around him was too quiet, reduced to a low roar in his ears as he made his way slowly into downtown. It was like standing by the sea on a foggy night, wind whipping through his hair just as the pulse hit the city and everyone in it froze. Colin's eyes immediately shifted to a slow burning red, two embers barely visible under the brim of his hat. The rest of Chicago wasn't as resourceful, of course, and even his shadow stopped in its tracks.
He didn't bother turning around, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. The flame was quick and bright in the darkness, purposefully giving away his position. Whoever was following him, someone from before he imagined, would at least know where he was. Could come and do something, maybe. Colin still couldn't see him, of course, though one sense had nothing to do with the other. He'd had his scent for miles and could feel that nagging pressure at the back of his neck sense Elysium. "I know yer there. Might as well come out, give me a bit'a comp'ny."
Chicago was still from the rooftop where they stood, his unknown visitor apparently still hidden in the shadows, but Colin knew it was only a matter of time before they showed themselves. He hadn't known about the bomb, though he'd heard of tactics like it. Cripple the city, have the kine at each other's throats, and strike. All he had to do was watch and wait and-
Colin froze, growl in the back of his throat, when it happened. It was a small thing, barely noticed or understood by the mortals below, but he noticed instantly. The work site for Kross Industries, nothing but a blasted lot and the beginnings of a building, rising steel beams and piles of material, suddenly lit up. It was only the one spot light, pointed towards the top of the metal framework to back light a familiar shape. The cross Ian had insisted on keeping perched as the steeple before the building fell, somehow not completely destroyed in the explosion. There had been plans to add it last, some ceremony in order.
Yet there is was. The only thing illuminated for miles. And he felt a cold hand grip at his chest, fear and rage twisting together.