Blessed memory to all victims 9/11.
Chapter 1. And the Hell Came Down to the Earth.
April arrived far earlier and with no hurry entered the elevator. The reporter felt a little worried, she happened to interview such a highflyer and she silently repeated in her head the questions she intended to ask in the conversation today. Today Harry Zilberstein, a businessman and the owner of the World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan invited her for a conversation, and she felt with all her nerves burning envy and even hate of her less successful colleagues, Vernon even bote sarcastic aloud in what poses she would go interview.
The journalist was to go to the top of the North Tower to the restaurant "Windows on the World" but she had seen the queue for the high-speed Elevator which connected the atrium with the roof, so first she decided to use an express elevator get to sky-lobby1, and then transfer to the local passenger lift. The doors closed and the cab swung up, but suddenly she heard:
'Miss O'Neill!' - April turned around and noticed a large asian-looking man in a fashionable classic suit.
'It's me.' April assumed that this office macho recognized her as a local celebrity and smiled affably.
" 'Don't you recognize me?' the rough male voice did sound very familiar, 'Well, you have a short memory, miss O'Neill, not like a fish."
The thought hit her like a bullet, and she wondered if she was still asleep, but since she wasn't, her crazy assumption was probably true.
'Shredder?! Did you wash your cape and it's still drying at the Technodrome?' joked April sharply.
'I would rather challenge you to a duel for sarcasm, but the future Lord of the world has more important things to do!
" 'I still don't see – she sighed, 'Haven't you got enough of playing soldiers when you were a ki?..' "
Before she could finish, Shredder snatched a cup of coffee from a drowsy passenger and splashed it on April from head to foot. Just then the doors opened, and the ninja waited no longer.
April hovered (as well as all the witnesses), realizing the entire epic fail of the situation. The Elevator went downstairs. Of course, there was no question of a reportage like this, but the reputation of channel Six could still be saved. She quickly called Vernon, and as it turned out this bastard was hanging around here near the Sphere at Plaza Fountain, April have never thought that she would be so happy to see this scoundrel. Irma came running after him, because Vernon was prevented from using the camera by his "crown". She would tell Mr. Thompson later; she had no moral strength at the moment, and her boss would probably fire her. " 'I hate you, Shredder! I HATE YOU! I wish you are rolled up by turtles in pizza, damn you with your Technodrome! "- April sobbed alone sitting in a service van that she had to park in a couple of neighborhoods from World Trade Center during this working day. At first, she wanted to call the turtles, but then decided that Shredder, finding how much he had upset her, would not be afraid even of death from the paws of the green, so she would calm down, "put on" an icy calm and be merciless in her revenge.
It roared dramatically, in a flash it deafed her with the sound of crash, and then burst with such incredible force that the ground swayed under her feet. April got out of the van and gasped – the skyscraper that the reporter had left only half an hour ago was in flames, and there was a bottomless black hole instead of the upper floors in the building, from which thick dark gray smoke poured out, spoiling the cloudless sky over Manhattan.
"Oh my God! " April exclaimed, and tended to call 911, but as she saw the fire trucks rushing by, she dialed another number. There was no answer on the other end, but she kept calling her best friend. It was her fault that she got there. Finally, Irma picked up the phone. 'Hell…hello (sounds of cough), - in addition to Irma's cough, there were many other voices and noises. 'Irma, you're alive!' April cried. 'Ape... cough-cough... ril... such a stench, I can't breathe, smoke ... cough ... it hurts my eyes'. 'Irma, keep calm you will be saved as soon as possible, I see a helicopter here, it's the lifeguard who came to your rescue.
It wasn't just the noise that made it difficult to talk, and soon the connection was lost, when April remembered that she was still a leading reporter for channel Six, and fortunately there was an extra camera in the car. She immediately began her duties, trying to find the most favorable angle of the fire. The accident quickly gathered terrified people around, and the police had to cordon off the area so as not to shock observers even more.
Suddenly, April noticed that black dots were separating from the tower and rushing down, and when the journalist approached and saw what IT WAS, the girl vomited profusely. As soon as she continued shooting, she saw people falling down again, and the vomiting started with renewed force.
The roar in her ears was louder than ever, and the crashing sound made April fall flat on her face and cover her head with her hands, and when she dared to look up, she saw that the South Tower was also rammed and on fire. Once important documents turned into the scattered paper rain, and the citizens began to panic, the security forces could barely cope with the people who lost their minds from shock, and, catching the moment, April broke into the Plaza. What was going on here! Her nose was immediately filled with air poisoned of chemical fire and human flesh. The area around the fountain of the Sphere was dotted with smudged human remains and all sorts of debris. People were still running from WTC, many of them were stained with ash or dust, except the most curious bystanders, who came here together with the journalist. In contrast to this apocalyptic scene the song "She's Always a Woman to me" continued to play on the Plaza. The reporter 's entire body was turning inside out, but there was simply nothing left to vomit, and with the last of her strength, she filmed this inferno and moved the camera lens up, and her equipment witnessed the flight of another jumper.
Meanwhile, the Northern skyscraper was burning like a giant torch, destroying the building's paneling, and April noticed a dangerously dangling piece that threatened to bury all suicidal spies under it. Unwilling to die, the girl got out of there and continued shooting at the safest distance. Here, from afar, the twin Towers glowed with a black, poisonous flame that rose ominously, and for a moment it seemed to her that she saw the face of the Satan himself.
The whole city of New York seemed to be crying, but she was wrong, the whole world was mourning, and slowly she heard sobs and curses directed at the terrorists…
Suddenly one of the towers-skyscrapers leaned and began to shrink like a giant house of cards, and in less than two seconds it was gone. Soon the same fate befell the second twin. So in less than two hours an entire neighborhood was wiped off the Earth. The collapse of the skyscrapers created a huge toxic cloud of combustion products and dust, and it rapidly expanded, absorbing everything around. April realized that she was in danger of death, and therefore had to get out of the way, and opening her second wind, she ran away. She ran as fast as she could, feeling the poisonous smog about to grab her in its deadly grasp, when suddenly her foot slipped, she hit her head, and then it felt very painful and light…