Shit's going down.

[sharpwit]

 Sharp jumped at the sound of the shock wave blasting through the city, the cacophony rattling him to the bone. No one else in the room seemed to fare any better (other than Jack and Primeval, who had obviously foreseen this), as nearly everypony fell to the ground, clutching their ears.
The former Inspector was the first to stand up and glare at the pair. "I'm going to ask this very slowly," he snarled quietly. His voice was no longer talkative and theatrical- rather, it was cold and efficient, like an icy knife cutting through the air. "What in the unholy name of Tartarus was that?!"