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The cool night air was completely silent as a sleek, black, sedan rolled to a halt on a street corner. The dim lights flashed off as the driver removed the keys. The car sat, unmoving for several minutes. Then, all four doors opened in unison and four men stepped out.

The slammed shut the doors and began to walk down the street, three of them slipping pistols out of their coat pockets. Three of the four were dressed in long, black coats draping down to their feet. The unarmed one, near the middle, was dressed in normal business suit. He was slightly frantic, his eyes moving this way and that, expecting the worst to happen. His name was John Otomal.

The walked around the corner and continued till near the end of the street. The night air hung, almost completely silent. Nothing but there footsteps echoing and crickets chirping could be heard.

They suddenly halted in front of what looked like an abandon wear house. One by one they made their way up to the chain-link fence. There were rusted chains wrapped around the gate held together by a pad-lock.

John was lost. What am I doing here? He thought to himself. I start cursing out the government and I end up here, at an abandon wear house? It didn’t make any sense to him. One man slipped out a key and opened the lock, then looked either way before opening it.

After the chains and lock were undone, the all went through the gate. John noticed thick barbed-wire on top of the fence, and continued in.

Then, two of the others drew their own keys and used them to open a heavy, steel door on the side of the wear house. John was pushed into complete silence as the door slammed behind him, and he heard the locks click. Someone grabbed his tie and began to lead him through the pitch-dark wear house. A faint, red light flicked in the distance. Then, more, pale blue lights began to glow. John could tell it was some kind of console, like an alarm pad, giving off the light. As one of his captors punched in the code another wrapped a blindfold around him.

Minutes later he felt himself falling; he panicked, but then hit the ground with a bone-spilting thud. Someone grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and raised him to his feet, then whipped off the blindfold. The men then pushed him through a labyrinth of underground passages, until a sudden light broke out, sting his eyes.

He was in a small, underground room with a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. A withered old table was placed in the center of the room; matching chairs were at either end. A man sat at the table, an AK-47 in front of him. “Sit” he commanded. John sat cautiously, eyeing the gun. I am Kikiltor Hennad, the leader of our…how would you say organization. The Havads.”

He spoke in a slight accent. He wore a turban, with a beard hanging down. He appeared to be old, and had a scar across his left cheek. “Tell me… John, is it true that you hate our government?” “Um….well...yes?” John answered meekly, expecting to be shot. “Very good. We have been looking for new members. And tell me, have you ever worked for the government?”

The questioning continued for fifteen minutes. “You are fully qualified to join John. But you need to pass your final test…” The man who had driven John and the others here stepped out of the shadows and placed a box in front of John. John peered in over the rim. It was full of Explosives.

“W-w-hat am I supposed to d-do with these?” John slowly stuttered? Kikiltor laughed. “What else, but blow up the building we found you in?” “You want me to blow up my office?” “Yes, that’s exactly what you’ll be doing. You see, we’ve abducted several other men from the same building, so by blowing it up, they’ll just be confirmed as dead, as will you. Then you’ll start a new life, one with the Havads.”

Those were Kikiltor’s last words to John before they led him out of the warehouse. “Wait a second, he didn’t even tell me where he wanted these to be when they exploded or when to blow them up or anything.” The guard threw him into the street with the three men who lead him here. “Figure that out yourself, that’s how you show us if you’re any good.” The lead john back to the car, and within a minute, they were gone.

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John spent the next three days carefully plotting out his attack. He had tested all the possible locations he could place his explosives. Every spot seemed reasonable. He calculated the time that the most amount of people would be in the building. He elaborately developed every aspect of his plan. It ran smoothly and perfectly. This would work great. The last thing he did was make sure to place a bomb under his desk. The desk he wouldn’t be at when the bombs went off. Perfect.