I'm shocked by the dust and smoke filling the air as we step out the front doors of the Tower. The cloud from the explosion seems to have moved quickly, swathing the city. All four of us, Garrett, Dee, Milla, and I, stare to the west where great billows of smoke are rising up into the air and being pushed outward by the wind. It's difficult to see the extent of the damage past the other buildings, but the sheer amount of dust flying toward us indicates that the rebels meant business ...