What was that smell? It had the melicious odor of burning rubber and smoldering roadkill! The plumes of black, thick smoke going over the cityscapre were truly frightening, though for Magnus, on the fucking weekend, when he was supposed to be RELAXING... it only meant he had more shit to do. Faaaantastic. With a growl and a shake of his head, the fennec crushes the canned soda in his hand and tosses it into the nearby bin, then leaps off towards the source of the smoke, knowing full well the state of the fire department, how understaffed and underequipped they were, he felt they would be needing all the help they could get. He'd already tackled one inferno already, what was another, right? The fox arrives with a loud thump, glancing around to look for the panicked masses in the area. Thankfully the only presence was of wandering wilds, disorganized, chaotic... that was at least all that he could see. The stench of burning latex was absolutely overpowering, so the fox reaches into his pack, and pulls out what appeared to be a face cover, slipping it over his muzzle, as well as a pair of goggles to ward off the ash and soot in the air from irritating his eyes. He wasn't equipped for this, he had no hydrowhatchamagallit nanomagic, nor any of that thermal huckery fuckery either. The best he could do at this point is pick up his comm unit and relay the details to his own department, summoning those able to assist with the potentially injured from the massive blaze. What the fuck was burning in there anyway? Mountains of latex and sillicone?

Poppy had only come feeling that there was something that might have gone wrong. That the smoke billowing in the sky might have been just from some massive fight. The burning inferno infront of her was... not what she had expected to see. Not what she had hoped to see. No. None of it was in anything she had hoped for. Instead, a blistering heat washed off the building, the sound of ferals skittering every which way, moving away from the burning mass of a building, and even worse, some still fighting it. Like a fire like this is something you can fight. It's more a force of nature to try and avoid, to try and prevent. This... This was a nightmare made manifest. It took Poppy a few moments to shake herself from the awestruck horror as much as the concern of the situation. "Uh, fire. Right. The... firemen are on their way. I... I gotta do something. What... what can I do." Looking over the situation, she tried to discern what, if anything, she could even do. Ferals, smoke, burning flesh... No, don't think about that. Swallow. Breath. Move. She shook her head, looking about. Someone who was shoudting into a comms. People were on the way, information being given. Her feet moved before she could think of it. The building itself might be forefet, but those at the edges, she might be able to help. Ferals who skittered away and hid near the building, near the alleys... They were still in danger. And so, she moved on, nearer the building, yelling and trying to at least spook the ferals near the cover nearest away. This was not her forte... but damn it, she had to do /something/

Fenia's wings strained as she arrowed through the air, eyes narrowed to try to pick out anything.. anything aside from that greasy pillar of smoke staining the sky. It was in a mostly uninhabited area?.. maybe?.. Although, odds are there would be ferals there at least, and the thought makes her try to fly even faster. She ponders a cautious circle of of the inferno before landing, but the thought of potential injured drives her to the ground as quick as she can, landing lightly and glancing around. The smoke and smell of burning latex hit her like a wall, and she reflexively stops breathing before she makes herself continue. As unpleasant as it might be, it would not choke /her/, and being able to smell would be useful. She looks around again for other agents or bystanders, but then moves to her task, moving forward and trying to find signs of any injured, or to see if there was any way to contain the blaze.

Len has arrived on the scene, as well, drawn by that massive smoke cloud. It's impossible to miss, after all. The goat has no fire training to speak of, so the most he can do is really be a bystander. Oh gods, he's well over 300 feet away, and can still feel himself blistering from the sheer heat, and the smell... Gods, the smell! Murder on his sensitive caprine nose. He nearly gags, but decides to try and help herd away the ferals along with Poppy.

A large firetruck peels around the corner and drives up into the parking area for the loading docs. A large armored and badge wearing chimera rolls out of the front seat and after engaging the trucks engine to start priming the pumps. He looks to the small grouping of agents trying their best to help. He carries down three hoses, and starts attaching them. He looks over to the familiar fennec and shouts, "Magnus! Get these lines run if you can!" throwing the large canvas hoses as far as he can toward the street, clearly in need to be run to a fire hydrant. He takes the third hose toward the sides of the warehouse. There was no way they were going to stop this fire, at this point it was a loss and it was just about trying to simply contain it from spreading to the other nearby buildings. Meanwhile the feral presence has mostly found itself clear of the inferno, the only ones left were either injured or insane. They hunker down and hiss or growl at any approach to help, some lashing out with burned paws, others clearly unable to take a sentient form again, just pooling about like a half-humanoid-formed puddles of latex.

It was done nearly before the chimera was done speaking, Magnus had grabbed those, run them, attached them, and run back in record times, if there were records for such a thing anyway. Figures, with so many fire breathing mutants running around, was it any surprise that the place had caught fire? They needed more regulations for these sorts of things. "Miru's gonna have a field they over this. I doubt her newspaper has had anything to report on in a while." He'd growl softly, spotting the others who'd arrived, herding the feral presence away by means of sight and sound alike. "ANYBODY HERE GOT SOME OF THAT MEDICAL NANOWHATEVER THAT LETS YOU CHECK FOR SURVIVORS?!" he'd call out, then lift his finger and point it at the burning building. "I need to know if there's anyone left alive in there! We DON'T have forever to save them!" He'd warn, voice practically booming over the chaos in the area.