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The car exploded, sending a ball of fire into the air. Inky, black, foul-smelling smoke followed. Alarms from nearby cars wailed adding to the confusion. Windows of the nearby building were shattered.
One of those windows belonged to the offices of The Good Guys, Inc. Freddie Han picked himself off the floor where he had been blown back by the blast. He swept bits of glass off his chest and stood up.
Tom Clary, the other half of The Good Guys, Inc., burst into the room.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. What was that?”
“An explosion of some type. We’d best see if we can help.” Putting words into action Tom went outside, Freddie following closely behind.
Outside pedestrians were wandering around, dazed by the disruption in the normal routine. Tom grabbed a man nearby who was staring at the flaming car.
“Are you hurt?” The man shook his head. “Do you have a phone?” This time he nodded. “Good. Call nine one one. Get some help.”
Freddie started working on crowd control. “Everyone, listen. Please move back. The emergency vehicles will be here soon. They are going to need room to maneuver to get the fire under control.” Under his direction the crowd started to disperse and congregate in areas further down the street.
Soon, the emergency services arrived. The fire department sprayed down the vehicle with chemical retardents, putting the flames out. The police arrived and blocked off the area. They rounded up everyone on the street for questioning. The ambulances arrived and started giving first aid to those in shock or had been injured by the blast.
Once the fire was out Tom and Freddie could see inside the car. Sitting in the driver’s seat was a burnt body.
“Things just got real. Looks like we have some investigating to do.”