sea_shelly:

Alpha Flight had, eventually, returned to their headquarters and home after doing all they could for the town disaster.  No explanation or answers had been forthcoming, and it was possible they never would.  That such tragedy could strike without warning or meaning was disheartening, to say the least.

Tired, Alpha has spent much of the next few days recovering and mourning in their own ways.  The survivors had been taken to local medical services and were expected to recover fully.  But there were children who had been made orphans, husbands and wives who had been made widowers and widows, and parents left to bury children. 

All the survivors save one.  The man they'd found who had been unharmed.  Department H had been concerned with just how he'd managed to escape unharmed and thought he might be a possible super-human, possibly even the cause.  So they had taken custody of him, just in case.  Studying him had so far not shown any signs of anything.

In the temple, Nim settled herself onto the couch, her hair still slightly damp from her soak.

sea_shelly:

At approximately 6:37 am, est, something had happened in Clearwater, British Columbia.  A small town of less than 1500 people, no one had paid it much mind before.  But early that morning a wave of energy had ripped through the town, killing virtually the entire town and causing massive property damage on top of that.  The flare had been seen from miles away.  By the time the news had reached the government, it had been far too late to stop whoever, or whatever, had done it.  But it was not too late to help those who remained, what few there were.  Most surprising, however, was the utterl lack of any radioactivity.

And that was where Alpha Fight came in.  In point of fact, Alpha Flight was uniquely suited for search and rescue operations.  Mel and Alex were ideal for seeking out small spaces and searching under rubble.  Mason's powers made clearing away debris easy.  And Nim and Jordan's strength was more that sufficient for any tasks that remained.  Additionally, they had even called in Beta Flight, the training squadron.  Other than the occasional practice session, Alpha had little to do with them, perhaps owing to some resentment on behalf of both from the time Alpha had been framed and they had clashed.  But today, every hand was welcome.

Nim grunted slightly, lifting up a section of fallen wall.  How long had it been since she'd last been in water?  She'd lost count.  They'd been working for hours now and had only found little more than a handful of survivors.  Who could have done such a thing?  And why?  This wasn't a seat of government, nor home to any real industry, or, well, anything, really, other than people living their lives.

She tapped her communicator.  "This is Nim.  Two more dead at my position."