Erebus continued to watch from the shadows, at the oddly dressed individuals gathered around and introduced themselves.
"...what is this, a freak convention?" he muttered under his breath. He flew away, towards one of the tall skyscrapers overlooking the city. None of this made any sense. This city was dead, save for a few strangers gathered together.
Suddenly, he heard the screaming engines of two fighter jets up ahead. This brought great interest to Erebus; something was definatly not right, if somebody had sent two firebirds into the city.
He soared through the sky, cold wind breezing against his face as he pursued the Fighter Jets.