[🚓] --------- event
“Hey—!” a rough huff of a chest and Hal’s sheer brawn met the brandish of some wild rage wrought from the sudden strike of fearful frustration. That with nothing more than a growl, his grip was quick and relentless as he practically slammed the other against his body for a pull and turned them both to have the other pressed against a nearby car. “—sir, we can’t let you cross the line and barge in—everyone is on their way—” he reprimanded; his voice was raised though not any more than what was needed to resound through the onslaught of chaos that came down on them all at once. The buzz of panic and urgency worming into his ear that he had to bolster up and tunnel his senses. He understood, the man was desperate—he needed to get into the building to get whatever it was that he needed to get. But with how the fires were blazing—fuck—Hal had steel himself as he tried to keep his side of the crowd in order. The fucking Guarantee. Hal felt the breadth of his chest tighten up for air as the mere look over his shoulder was more than enough to see the blaze overhead, filling the block with the glower of its amber rage that even the fireworks from afar was almost gone. And that was the reason for Hal’s own panic.
With the New Year onto them, Chicago was practically out of the streets with their own parties. Some with their own coverage. That as he turned to were a couple of sirens were blaring, news vans were already parked and ready to deviate their festive narrative into the hell that they got on hand. And then more people. How the cops and the firetrucks will get through all of them was definitely their problem and Hal could only turn to another for some hope.
“--------- what’s the status on the other responders?”
