(Roy was just turning a corner in his patrol car when he heard and felt the explosion a few blocks away. Even with the sirens going, it takes longer than Roy would have liked to get through the rest of the streets towards the scene. Weaving in and around other cars is easier done when there's actually some place to move. After honking too many times to get people out of the way, Roy hardly has the car completely parked before stepping out and examining the situation.

Flames rising higher and higher, skeletons the color of charcoal, their owner's faces contorted into their last moments while chaos reigns around them. These were not sights Roy was unused to, but that didn't mean it made it easier to accept. The smell was always the hardest to ignore.

A piece of falling debris ignites some screams near him, grabbing his attention. Roy raises his gloved hand and snaps in its direction, blowing it up before it can even get close to the civilians' heads. It was amazing how, even in times of crisis, some people were always curious to stick around and see what happened next rather than joining the others in running away.

The sound of nearing sirens gets louder, and as a few officers begin to show up, Roy starts addressing them, always keeping an eye out for any cascading debris.)

I want officers on crowd control immediately. Start evacuating these people and setting up a boundary--don't let anyone get within a six block radius. Anyone injured should be given medical attention, as much as we can do until the medical units arrive.