"Be careful! If you get injured, those guys in insurance will do their best not to pay anything!"
"Where's the tape?!"
Dozens of people now surrounded the aftermath of Adam and Bjorn's battle, and there were yellow tapes fluttering everywhere in the morning breeze, sectioning off whatever remained of the building. And even after three days, the cleanup crews were still pulling chunks of concrete due to the sheer destruction of their fight.
"Jesus H. Christ…" The fire chief wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Still can't believe we still haven't found any casualties. Whole damn building comes down, and nobody dies."
The neighborhood had practically been transformed into a maze of emergency vehicles and different agency tents. Most of these tents, however, belonged to the IBAA.
