"You're an illusionist?" The passing air had reached a howling gale, and the acceleration abruptly cuts off, turning the flight into a descending arc, somehow slowing even as they fall towards a cordoned off area with a tent and table, and land with a jolt, the entire journey having taken a tiny fraction of the time Horizon would have taken,"Never saw one before. Want me to send you back after all this? You can help for longer before nightfall that way. The registration for the helpers is over at the tent there."
The aerial survey is brief, but the area around the former Sigma Sync labs is quite thoroughly ruined, two buildings fused together, a six story building leaning slightly from the damage done to it's supports by Steelhand's passage twice over, a small hotel behind it missing it's lobby. The entire block had been charred and cracked from some kind of large explosion, broken glass littering the area, and a puddle of stone splashed, with signs of other extinguished secondary fires.
Further away is a mass of badly damaged buildings, centered upon a multistorey car park, cleaved nearly in half. Steelhand's rampage no doubt, aided by the other Specials trying to stop him.