On the streets below the castle, Officer Morgan was helping to direct traffic around the Xanatos Enterprises building. He wasn't entirely sure why, but when the chief and the founding member of the GTF requested assistance, he had offered to help. He wasn't alone, as most of the human GTF members had answered the call, though no one seemed to have more information than he did.
Evidently there was something big happening to that castle… again… and the Gargoyles were trying to assist them. He had hoped that it wouldn't involve explosions and chunks of castle falling to the street below this time, but as the first bits of stone hit the street behind where he stood, he knew that hope was in vain.
"Move!" Morgan shouted to some of the rubberneckers and curious pedestrians, "or you'll be road pizza!"
They scattered just in time as a large single block fell and made a large divet in the street's blacktop.
"Sheezus," a smallish female officer in a GTF jacket said as the sound from above continued. She turned her head upwards and squinted her eyes as if that would help her see, "What is going on up there?"
"I don't know," Morgan said grimly, waving more people away from the scene, "but whatever it is, let's hope that the gargoyles can handle it."