The explosion came without any sign of a warning. It was deafening, and instinctively Kyle crouched and covered his head with his arms, flinching as a speeding car flew by and turned the corner. When the rumblings of the falling bridge subsided he stood, mouth slack with confusion. Was that it? He hadn’t noticed any truck. Had he missed it?<br/><br/>He glanced around, briefly making eye contact with the elf next to him, checking his surroundings. This didn’t feel right.<br/><br/>Cautiously he wandered to the side of the road and looked down the bank towards the water, trying to appear as one of the concerned citizens checking to see if anyone needed help. Nothing. No half sunken truck nor anyone who looked even remotely connected to a rebel organization, just the twisted remains of the bridge poking morosely out of the water.<br/><br/>No, this wasn’t right. Something must have gone wrong. Cursing his luck Kyle turned and headed away from the wreck. Figures that the first time he tried to do something that would actually make a difference would end in failure. He just didn’t know<span style="font-style: italic">why</span>. Kyle passed by the panicked crowd gathering by the intersection. He’d have to head home and try to find someone who knew exactly what the Hell had happened.