You groan. You're flat on your back, being crushed by a large piece of concrete. You shove it off your chest, probing at your crushed ribs as they slowly mend. You'll be feeling that for a while.
"What the hell happened?" Lucca asks with a grumble as she pulls herself up to her feet. She offers you a hand. The air is filled with dust and debris, but there's still enough light to make out your surroundings, filtering down from a small hole peeking out onto the floor above where the council chamber used to be. A rough mound of broken timber and cracked concrete blocks have left you in a relatively enclosed space. The only other party crasher who seems to have joined you is a black-clad gunman who broke his neck during the fall.
"I guess we won't be getting any answers from him," you mutter with irritation. "There's a door over there that leads to the hallway." As you walk over to the door, you hear the fight resuming on the other side of the rubble. It seems that the majority of the council chamber's occupants ended up over there.
"I don't get it," Lucca says. "There's no sign of fire, but I do smell char. Some kind of controlled demolitions?"