"Alright, you two have fun, drive safe, and please keep the car doors locked in L.A. Not all of the city is as glamorous as the television tries to make it seem." Smiling in a caring manner, mother caressed Reon's cheek giving her a tight hug once, before sighing as her cellphone rang. Opening it and moving aside to answer, she sounded angry at the caller, but paled slightly.<br/><br/>"Did what...?" She moved over to a nearby television, turning it on fast.<br/><br/><em>"...of this destruction. The group claims that unless they receive a word that their demands will be met they will strike at the next target on their list, continuing until..."</em>The image showed an african reporter in a black suit and her hair in a mess in what looked to be a windy area, smoke blowing almost horizontally in the background from the wreckage of a coastal town, the camera's angle revealing the image was being filmed from a boat off shore.<em>"The group <strong>Pantheon</strong> had issued a warning beforehand but as the warning was blatantly ignored, the..."</em>There was a shake in the camera, and someone shouting in another language.<br/><br/><em>"I-i have just been informed the authorities received the warning only after the incident, but nonetheless, the Pantheon is demanding that all of Cuba is handed over to them, and nobody is allowed to stay but those with metahuman powers. They have warned that refusal will lead to direct retaliation. Cuban government is-"</em>There was a loud explosion at the shore, and the camera went dead. The video switched back to the office.<br/><br/>"God..." Reon's mother stared at the screen. She'd last been that worried when the towers fell.