"Sounds about right." Hank watches as they fix up her leg. Me step forward and quickly triple checks and makes sure that they're contacting her parents. Honest to god, three times. The medic is giving him irritated glances by the end of it, epic side-eyes.

Paranoia of a man who lost a son to an accident, everyone has to suffer for it.

"Sounds like there might be some dissenting factions in the city's history, if you ask me." As if they didn't fucking use a whole bomb just to tell them that. "And then one just spoke out in quite possibly the fucking stupidest way it could."

He'd seen this done right. He'd seen the cry out to the city work. He's got to investigate this his way.