Tony passed through a burning corridor and raised a hand to hold up a falling steel beam.
There was a security guard beneath it.
Part of the guard's chest had caved in. He was still alive, his eyes wide open. Whether that was good luck or bad was anyone's guess.
"It wasn't me, it wasn't my fault..." He clutched the armor's arm. "The boss said the warehouse had been cleared out... he said they were just filming a show... God, it wasn't my fault."
Tony dragged him out.
"What used to be stored here?"
The guard coughed up blood.
"I don't know... he told me not to ask... said he'd replace me if I did... God, forgive me."
Tony handed him over to the firefighters outside.
The firefighter who took him said nothing, simply dragging him toward the triage area.
His expression seemed to say that another person hadn't died, another rescue could be added to the reported count.
"JARVIS, the warehouse owners."
"Ownership of the warehouse passed through three layers of shell companies. The previous tenants were temporary brokers for remnants of the alien war. Those items were registered as low-reactivity inert wreckage. Scans of the scene indicate that at least six items still retain high-energy reactions."
"Did the production team know?"
"There is no evidence that the production team possessed a complete list of the hazardous materials. The team concealed the content of the shoot and did not report the use of alien equipment, explosive special effects, or superpowered performances to the fire department."
"The warehouse owner knew what he'd stored."
"Yes."
"The production team knew what they'd brought."
"Yes."
Tony kicked open the next door.
Inside was the main filming stage.
It should have been a place for lights, cameras, heroes making their entrance, villains falling, and