This follows SRT-One's encounter with High-Energy Event Number two, the nuke. For everyone's information there were 3 HE Events that night. The first was Kiloton's re-entry into our Space-Time continuum. The huge wash of energy and high energy particles was the EMP that knocked out so much of the electrical infrastructure of the region.

The second was our friendly rampaging energy monster going critical producing about a 10 K-ton explosion. Although mostly clean (Fusion?) there was still some radiation and of course an EMP.

The third and final event was Kiloton's transformation back to Gus Glenn. Drained by efforts of no less than 20 supras and caught in a trap he lost the energetic cohesion that let him maintain his own 'critical mass.' The remaining power/energy was still an huge amount of energy. Think of it as left over/unused fuel in the form of charged particles, or perhaps closer to a nuclear 'frazzle/frizzle'.

I'm not a nuclear physicist and so I know there just has to be all kinds of WTF reactions from those who know more than I. However in my humble defense this is how my muse presented the scene to me. I merely tried to rationalize what she showed me as best as I could. :)

Oops! Here is the part John! Got off on a tangent

In Route to Area 61

Pyotr and his team silently watched the huge fireball climbing into the desert night sky as they raced to his sister‘s rescue. He was using his telekinesis to fly them all as fast as he could. It wasn’t anywhere near as fast as his dear sister could travel, but was considerably faster than any ground vehicle and most helicopters could manage.

Pragmatic old Soviet military doctrine had prepared them for what to do if nuclear weapons were employed. They had all served or trained under those who had the expectation that nuclear weapons would be used and they were prepared for that eventuality. True, he never expected to see them used here, but his home was nicknamed Mutant-stan because of its many mutants. It was a very tempting target for their enemies who hated and abhorred them.

Quickly, as they’d been trained, Pyotr dropped to the ground, where they all went prone. He reformed his protective globe into a low well-sloped dome around them.
Like a tsunami, the shock wave towered above them as it rushed upon them. With a mighty roar it fell on his team and all of them covered themselves just in case Pyotr’s TK screen failed. This was one of those things you couldn’t practice against the real thing, and you really, really hoped you never would actually have to.

The superheated storm of air, sand, and rocks thundered as it rolled over them.

In a space of a few very long heartbeats later, he released the breath he’d been holding. He’d passed the test.

No one wanted to ask if it was still necessary that they continue. Pyotr was one of the very few who knew just how tough his adoptive sister truly was. Point in fact, she had already survived such an experience before. It’d half-killed her, but thinking about that made him think. The strange nature of this entire matter, beginning with Val’s alter-ego being arrested, and brought back to this place where she had her genesis. And now this; two enormous events; one a powerful EMP and the other a nuclear explosion.

His friend Ivan remarked as they stood. “I know we weren’t supposed to start any wars, but it looks like Valentina has begun one without us.”

Arghun replied, “I know she can be temperamental from time to time, but who would be foolish enough to try this? Don‘t they know her at all?”

Everyone turned at looked at the dark wiry man.

Blinking at the attention, he kept on. “It will take more than that to kill her. It will only make her angry. We should hurry to save the poor misguided fool before she shows them Kuzma’s Mother!” he said, as the fireball rose higher into the sky behind him.

As they continued staring, he blushed, deliberately taking their incredulous expressions that anyone who could do such things had to worry about anyone, wrongly. “Not that I’m saying your sister, Pyotr, is anything other than a kind hearted paragon of virtue.”

Pyotr began laughing first and the others joined in.

“Come now,” he told them. “Let us go rescue these imprudent Americans from my sweet sister. Like our friend Arghun said, we have to save them from their folly!”

Big thanks to Faraway for helping me with colorful Russian metaphors! Kuzma's Mother indeed!

Hugs!

Grover