Post by Blkd-Tastic on Nov 6, 2010 20:38:44 GMT -5
In more ways than one... Grayback
Wires curled and snapped under skillful hands, and the building already seemed to shudder with a prelude to the loaded fate it carried. A gray hat sat innocently next to a pile of electronics and a pair of hands hard at work lacing together various cords stemming from doorways and rough gaps in the walls of the old townhouse.
The place was rumored to be haunted, making all the more perfect location for the explosive that sat heavy on its wooden floors. Grayback stood, wiping sweat from his brow. Across the bustling street, one of the town's main arteries, stood a familiar, stately comic book shop. Inside on the upper floor, he knew, there was an isolated window within an empty, disused room. The triggering mechanism would be an easy target, even from that distance, and cheaper than devising a complicated electronic radio trigger. The hard part would be getting across the street undetected.
He knew of the vigorous training law enforcement underwent as far as terrorism went, and they were no different than the methods that were used to pluck a serial killer out of a crowd. But, this was Williamsdale, and he'd be making a serious error if he though the law enforcement were actually trained. At all.
Grabbing his hat, he took the stairs two at a time, happy as a clam to be dealing with something loud and exciting again, and skipped out the back door. He glanced around the building into the small alley beyond, watching the thronging crowd, waiting for his chance. Finally there was a break in the human wall, and he slipped in undetected.
He kept a casual eye on the two policeman observing the art festival, but neither of them saw his gray attire or the particular evil gleam in his eyes; even against the backdrop of vibrant color. He stepped quickly into the comic book store, and ambled along a few aisles and aimlessly paging through a title here and there. The place at the bottom of the stairs cleared, and he went up the stairs into the shop's second level. A few more aisles and he found himself in front of a plain, unmarked door half hidden behind a shelf.
A quick glance told him no one was watching, and he slipped into the room and over to the window. He slipped on some gloves before carefully, silently prying up a floorboard and pulling out a rifle hidden there on an earlier date. He slid the stiff window up a few inches, and slid the barrel of the gun through the gap. Once the bullet hit, he knew, he'd have two minutes to get out of the building and a safe distance away in the street behind the store.
He cocked the gun with a smooth click, and angled it toward the small yellow circle he could see through the window on the opposite side of the street. He pulled the trigger, and could almost hear the bullet ping off the target a split second later.
Barely in time, he was out the door and sheltered a block away when the blast roared through the street. People started screaming, while others were silenced under the rubble of at least three buildings. Grayback smiled.
Mission accomplished.
Wires curled and snapped under skillful hands, and the building already seemed to shudder with a prelude to the loaded fate it carried. A gray hat sat innocently next to a pile of electronics and a pair of hands hard at work lacing together various cords stemming from doorways and rough gaps in the walls of the old townhouse.
The place was rumored to be haunted, making all the more perfect location for the explosive that sat heavy on its wooden floors. Grayback stood, wiping sweat from his brow. Across the bustling street, one of the town's main arteries, stood a familiar, stately comic book shop. Inside on the upper floor, he knew, there was an isolated window within an empty, disused room. The triggering mechanism would be an easy target, even from that distance, and cheaper than devising a complicated electronic radio trigger. The hard part would be getting across the street undetected.
He knew of the vigorous training law enforcement underwent as far as terrorism went, and they were no different than the methods that were used to pluck a serial killer out of a crowd. But, this was Williamsdale, and he'd be making a serious error if he though the law enforcement were actually trained. At all.
Grabbing his hat, he took the stairs two at a time, happy as a clam to be dealing with something loud and exciting again, and skipped out the back door. He glanced around the building into the small alley beyond, watching the thronging crowd, waiting for his chance. Finally there was a break in the human wall, and he slipped in undetected.
He kept a casual eye on the two policeman observing the art festival, but neither of them saw his gray attire or the particular evil gleam in his eyes; even against the backdrop of vibrant color. He stepped quickly into the comic book store, and ambled along a few aisles and aimlessly paging through a title here and there. The place at the bottom of the stairs cleared, and he went up the stairs into the shop's second level. A few more aisles and he found himself in front of a plain, unmarked door half hidden behind a shelf.
A quick glance told him no one was watching, and he slipped into the room and over to the window. He slipped on some gloves before carefully, silently prying up a floorboard and pulling out a rifle hidden there on an earlier date. He slid the stiff window up a few inches, and slid the barrel of the gun through the gap. Once the bullet hit, he knew, he'd have two minutes to get out of the building and a safe distance away in the street behind the store.
He cocked the gun with a smooth click, and angled it toward the small yellow circle he could see through the window on the opposite side of the street. He pulled the trigger, and could almost hear the bullet ping off the target a split second later.
Barely in time, he was out the door and sheltered a block away when the blast roared through the street. People started screaming, while others were silenced under the rubble of at least three buildings. Grayback smiled.
Mission accomplished.
