Mass Healer, Part 1
The moon had reached its zenith by the time Sam rolled into Kansas City in search of his friends, but the scene before him now lit up the sky in orange hues reminiscent of that first chaotic night when his life as an Argonaut began.
“What in Hades...”
Sam had just driven into a wide parking lot that was littered with craters and broken debris. Fires were scattered everywhere, illuminating a sight reminiscent of battlefields from those World War II documentaries he liked to binge on.
'Looks like you’re late to the party again,' Chiron said.
He drove past several silver Wardens busses which had been overturned with their innards leaking out across the cracked cement.
“That’s an understatement,” Sam said as he parked his bike next to one of the large recovery tents that had been raised to accommodate the wounded heroes gathered inside it. “What happened here?”