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the_civilian"Professor Callaghan? Prof—"
A horrible shrieking noise from above caught his attention and Tadashi Hamada spent his last moments of life throwing his arms up over his head as a beam (burned free from the Expo Hall ceiling) plummeted toward his head.
...Except his last moments were a lot longer that he'd expected. And suddenly very, very cold. Fresh air absent of any inferno of heat sliced into his lungs like a knife, making him cough hard enough to stagger him to his knees. The ground squelched.
"...What...?"
Tadashi wheezed through another coughing fit, staring around him in confusion. No flames. No science projects at risk of explosion. Just a cool evening in the unfamiliar suburbs.
Weird.
Once he could breathe again, Tadashi rose to his feet, brushing at the mud on the knees of his jeans. He clearly wasn't in San Fransokyo anymore – had there been a teleporter at the Showcase? He didn't think there had been, but he'd been too amped up about Hiro's presentation to really notice or care what everyone else had been doing. But teleportation this advanced would have been revolutionary in the extreme; surely he’d have heard something about it...
He just had to stay calm and work this out. Look at it from another angle until something clicked into place.
A horrible shrieking noise from above caught his attention and Tadashi Hamada spent his last moments of life throwing his arms up over his head as a beam (burned free from the Expo Hall ceiling) plummeted toward his head.
...Except his last moments were a lot longer that he'd expected. And suddenly very, very cold. Fresh air absent of any inferno of heat sliced into his lungs like a knife, making him cough hard enough to stagger him to his knees. The ground squelched.
"...What...?"
Tadashi wheezed through another coughing fit, staring around him in confusion. No flames. No science projects at risk of explosion. Just a cool evening in the unfamiliar suburbs.
Weird.
Once he could breathe again, Tadashi rose to his feet, brushing at the mud on the knees of his jeans. He clearly wasn't in San Fransokyo anymore – had there been a teleporter at the Showcase? He didn't think there had been, but he'd been too amped up about Hiro's presentation to really notice or care what everyone else had been doing. But teleportation this advanced would have been revolutionary in the extreme; surely he’d have heard something about it...
He just had to stay calm and work this out. Look at it from another angle until something clicked into place.
