As the haze and the fog began to clear, Matt's senses began to return. Looking at his hand showing blood, Matt realised something bad, really bad must have happened.
Turning over onto his front, he pushed himself up onto his knees for a better view of his surroundings.
The scale of the carnage was only just becoming clear;
Windows smashed everywhere, small fires breaking out, dead and wounded groaning for help and bleeding out onto the polished marble concourse. Whatever had happened, Matt was embroiled in a major gang-fuck of a day out.
Matt began to pat himself down, checking for his gear and any other injuries he'd not yet found.
Matt puts on his armoured jacket, pull his helmet out of the satchel bag and dons it, and pulls his taser out, making it ready "just in case". Thankfully his fly-spy was still in it's miniature container on his tool belt.
He initiates a DNI through the trode net to his commlink and contact lens image link, activating the AR feed and checking for matrix signal.
//Duty rigger, This is Matthew Hunt. Contractor number 322 Reporting major incident at my location. I'm available to assist as necessary//
Matt looks to his right at the familiar person, trying desperately to place his face.
Hey, you ok? you hurt?
