Alex woke up from his nap, listening closely for what woke him up.  Then he heard it, fighting, gunfire, screams.  Sounds like a gang fight was going down.  Alex sighed, at least they were doing it in the tunnels, where no innocents would get hurt.<br/>Then something when boom.  Alex sat up from the pile of blankets and pillows he had been sleeping on.<br/>'Was that C4!'  Alex thought too himself.  'What the fuck are they doing?!  If the structural integrity of the tunnels gives out it will cause the buildings above too fall.  Looks like even when they go out of their way to avoid innocent casualties they still endanger them.'<br/>Alex stood up, running down the tunnels too where the explosion came from.  He knew these tunnels better than almost anyone, he could get too nearly any part of the city within moments with them.<br/>Then again, it wasn't just his memory o the tunnels.  Alex turned into pure light, flashing through the tunnels at light speed.  He only turned solid when he needed too turn, which was often.  As he flew through the tunnels he passed some of the gun fighters, then he realized the situation.  This wasn't a turf war, this was a conduit hunt.  Which means either a conduit caused that explosive, or some soldiers did.  Either way that wasn't a good sign.<br/>Alex reached the site of the explosion quickly, and found it was the latter party responsible.  Since the conduit was the victim Alex decided to help him.  Alex flashed past the scene, dropping a flash bomb as he passed over the conduit at light speed.  The resulting light would blind anyone who was nearby, and while that likely included the conduit, it would also include all of his assailants.  Alex then flashed back too the conduit, this time stopping over him.<br/>"Hey, dude, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can move its time too move.  If you can't hear me or move, then you might want to cover your eyes."  Alex pointed at the conduit, then covered his eyes. Hopefully the guy got the idea if his ears were still shot from the explosion.  Alex then stood up and pulled the iron rod that was his beating stick from his leather jacket.