In the five years that Harvey had been on the Lost Haven Police Force, he hadn't seen a night worse than this. The skyline was ablaze. The roads were covered in tipped over cars, burnt out trucks, and random furniture. The sidewalks were littered with glass; it seemed there wasn't a window in Lost Haven that some looter hadn't thrown a brick through. Doors were broken in and graffiti painted every vertical surface in the neighborhood. The entire city had been hit, but Little Ulster had seen the worst of it. The once pristine houses created by that unknown angel were back to their old selves: broken, dirty, and hopeless. Just like the people who lived here. Thunderbolt couldn't help but feel sorry for these people. Some of them, at least, were victims of circumstance. Their neighbors were scum, and in turn those people had to become scum to survive. Harvey winced as he saw a dark shape hanging half way out of a second story window. A body, covered in its own blood. Gunshots went off in the distance. This spurred Sergeant Smith to press on the gas peddle harder, accelerating down the street as the police cruiser ran over the junk in the road, dodging the other cars that were currently inert. The radio chatter was incessant as the other officers tried to communicate to each other and make some sense of the chaos. From what Harvey had heard, all six precincts' holdings cells were filling to capacity with all of the new looters the metas and police were dragging into custody. That had created a major problem. The looting hadn't died down yet, and there were still plenty of gangs running around causing havoc. So, the commissioner made some calls and the higher ups came up with a plan.
The Lost Haven Police Department would be teaming up with county and state police authorities to transfer the criminals currently in custody to various prisons across the state. Harvey was part of a convoy that would be transferring to Main State Prison. The prison only had a capacity of nine hundred, and was already nearly full, so the prison would also be holding a transfer to other, smaller jails across the state to compensate for all the new arrivals. It was complicated stuff, most of the officers on staff didn't fully grasp the sheer scale of the operation in progress. But Harvey did, thanks to his enhanced intellect. The briefing said that this particular convoy held around a hundred and fifty of the recently captured criminals. There would be more convoys later, but this first one was the most important. Why, you might ask? Because the commissioner had decided to shove all the metahumans into the first convoy. She theorized that the first convoy was the least likely to be attacked, since the police would have the element of surprise. But Harvey knew that was total bull. The commissioner was deep in the pockets of the city's organized crime, along with almost the entire force. She definitely had something planned.
That's why Harvey brought backup. Thunderbolt put a finger up to his ear, tapping the device twice. Three taps were sent back. Good. Laura was trailing the convoy in costume, staying out of sight. When it hit the fan, and it most certainly would, she'd pop out and take 'em down. Harvey sighed internally at the thought that he wouldn't be fighting in costume like his sister. Captain Emile Hart had asked for Harvey personally when the commissioner put him and Captain Gerald Nehmann in charge of the transfer. If given the chance, Harvey would have just ducked out an joined her. He might even be able to come up with a decent excuse later. But alas, Laura wouldn't have it. They needed Harvey to keep his job, and to do that he needed to stay in character. Corporal Sal Tupp glanced over at her partner as the squad car turned the corner. "How much further to the staging area?" She asked, breaking the silence. Harvey did a quick mental check, knowing the exact answer in less than a microsecond. But he had to hold out, because answering immediately would be suspicious and awkward. Normal people didn't know the exact latitude and longitude of a random location in the middle of a street, and normal people most certainly wouldn't be able to cite that from memory the moment they were asked. [color=6ecff6]"Not too far. We should be there fairly soon."[/color]
