Cleaning the City: Introduction

Introduction…

PANIC!
Citizens were fleeing inside their homes as flaming rubble rained down upon Betlon City. The famed Macro Tower had just exploded in an unusual green ball of flame.
How did this happen? Who caused this? Panicked whispers traded assumptions but noone fully knew what had gone on inside the tower.
It took a few minutes for the rubble to stop falling, there was only silence. The streets has become completely abandoned. Everyone was scared of what was to come…


And then…


It happened…


The soft playing of a Piano blew through the air. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata to be exact. Only, it seemed to be coming from a car radio.
Suddenly is happened, a sports car flew into the air, it's paint peeling, it's front tyres blown, the hood of the car even of fire! It slammed to the ground, the exposed wheels sparking upon impact as it struggled to keep at a fast pace.
Not far behind it was a military helicopter, silver in colour, raining gunfire down at the damaged car.
As the onlookers watched from their windows, they could only notice two things about the car. One was that it was the source of the Moonlight Sonata composition playing. And that the driver seemed to be a silver armoured man, not unlike the helicopter chasing him right now.
The silver man also seemed to be shouting something as he passed, in a cockney accent.
"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK"
The armoured man was rather damaged himself. Many parts of his armour was charred, scratched or even blown off completely, exposed skin was cut deep and the blood had even stained his chair. His one exposed eye however kept focused on the prize, the tunnel. With it he could lose the helicopter and escape to a hospital, for the injured woman in the back seat.
The woman was really young, early twenties at oldest, blue hair, pale skin and her face covered by a burned piece of paper. Her skin seemed to be reacting horribly to something, her veins were glowing a blue light, she was convulsing, she was crying in her sleep.
"Lydia! Stay with me! We're almost there! We can do this!"
The heat from the fire was getting more intense and it was harder to see through the flames, yet he couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop.
"No matter what," he thought to himself "we will get through this."
The man allowed himself to look into the side mirror, his exposed grey-blue eye widening in shock
"What the fu-. Is that a fucking homing missile!? Oh fucking fuck!"
In panicked breaths he continued, he promised himself he wouldn't stop, if he can get in the tunnel the missile may hit the wall, he'll lost the helicopter, he can save his best friend.
The tunnel was so close, he could almost smell freedom. Of course that might have just been him breathing in the petrol fumes.
"Wait? Fucking petrol leak too!?"
The car was on the verge of exploding from both angles. But he couldn't give up still. The fumes were overwhelming, the heat was unbearable, the smoke obscured all vision of the tunnel in front of him. He could hear the missile cutting through the air. Yet he pressed on, he couldn't give up, he was so close, so very close…

Bang.