Shadows and thunder, fire and lightning.
Verdant was ablaze.
In a rage, a jealous boyfriend had attacked his girlfriend and her lover with a concealed blowtorch, trapping them in a highly flammable area and burning them to a crisp.
The fire spread quickly, and by the time anyone in the crowded club noticed the smoke it was too late.
Alone in the Foundry below, Felicity was unaware of the chaos above. The club basement was protected by concrete and steel; at worst, the concrete would blacken and the steel would get hot, but she was in no immediate danger.
It was the frantic banging on the door leading from the Foundry to the club that finally attracted her attention. Cautiously, she went up the stairs to see who it was and was promptly trampled as the door was thrown back violently from the other side.
Nearly one hundred terrified club goers flew down the stairs and into the lair proper, leaving Felicity tumbling downward to land in a senseless heap at the bottom; ominous smoke and heat poured down the stairs after the patrons.
Sprawled on her back, Felicity could only watch, too disoriented to try to stop them as they began a mini riot, wrecking havoc all over the lair. The computers were destroyed, the glass cases smashed. Furniture was overturned and anything moveable - which was almost everything in the Foundry - was either taken or ruined.
They were still rioting as she drifted into unconsciousness, unable to fight off the pain of her injuries.