Everyone likes explosions, right? Wrong. That was how officer Virta felt when climbing out of the rubble that used to be their department's headquarters. Miraculously he was unhurt, apart from his hair which was still smouldering.
The black Omni-Pol elite armor was still black, but little out of shape, and the chestpiece had a dent which was pressing against his ribs. He removed the chestpiece and gasped for air. He was staring at the city plot which was now completely empty of buildings and completely quiet. He could see fellow officers soundlessly running around.
General Khuri come to stand before him, waving her arms and moving her lips. He could not hear a word, but nodded.
She placed a stim needle in his neck. There was a sting, and his ears began ringing. '*squee* ..ing now? Can you hear me Jimi?'
'Y-yes. Lo*hiccup*ud and clear. *hiccup*ank you.'
'We have been attacked. The headquarters, grid, and several other buildings have been destroyed. Are you ok?'
'Hiccup.'
Khuri raised an eyebrow. 'Are you drunk?'
'No! *hiccup*'
'Yes of course, it must be the shock. You are lucky to be alive.'
The moments before the explosion rushed back to Virta. He had been working on exteremely unstable solution, extracted from alien General remains. He had already added a drop of it into his manta's fuel tank, giving it a magnificent boost of speed to travel straight into a tree, all steering measures made ineffective. It had been full of promise.
He had a gallon of it placed on the laboratory table when he heard commotion outside. Then a series of explosions. The small tremors were just enough to make tiny ripples on the surface of the fuel container. Next thing he remembered, he was lying on the ground, with bricks raining down on him.
He stared at Khuri. They had been attacked. Officers were scrambled, reports were pouring into his comm channel. He sat down. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead as he realised what had happened. He vomited. It had been the fuel.