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After the van had stopped in a shed, Maya set about preparing to destroy evidence with fire. In the shed, a few motorcycles were present, and a car. But one of the bikes had been taken by Ethan, and the car by Maya. Ethan was already gone, and Maya would have been as well, if the Chemist hadn’t answered a ringing phone left in Maya’s bag. She answered, and Maya quickly took over the situation, in typical Maya style, demanding who was calling and what they wanted. Sighing, Vincent took off his overcoat, and wrapped his Martini-Enfield with it, and pulled out some twine he brought to complete the look. Not expecting to fool everybody, he was expecting to fool normal bus users to make them believe it was only some curtain rods.
Leaving the shed before Maya found the firebug in her, Vincent walked for a while until he found a bus stop. He found one not too far away, and waited for a bus to come. He didn’t wait long, and boarded, paying the fare with his bus pass. Sitting in the back, Vincent had time to think about what went wrong. The operation wasn’t nearly as smooth as it should have been. They didn’t find out what that factory had really been making (Vincent doubted that the data he recovered would hint to anything sinister). And two of their own were dead, including Katy, the organizer of all this. Maybe there was a leak somewhere in the leadership, and hopefully it would be plugged before it reached Vincent.
As the bus stopped and announced its current location, Vincent broke his thought train and alighted. His apartment was only a couple blocks away, a short walk. Arriving at his apartment, Vincent gently set down his wrapped rifle, and turned on the computer. New Vision didn’t have anything about the attack, the BBC mentioned a fire in New York that may have been the attack, but CNN and Fox were going crazy over the attack, both sides going on and on about how the attackers disgraced the American people and how they hoped the terrorists were brought to a swift death. Vincent missed the days when CNN and Fox were the polar opposites of each other. Checking his email, Vincent noticed he had gotten a few new ones, including one from his broker, talking about new stock options. After replying to them, Vincent showered, then sat down to watch a new History Channel documentary.
Leaving the shed before Maya found the firebug in her, Vincent walked for a while until he found a bus stop. He found one not too far away, and waited for a bus to come. He didn’t wait long, and boarded, paying the fare with his bus pass. Sitting in the back, Vincent had time to think about what went wrong. The operation wasn’t nearly as smooth as it should have been. They didn’t find out what that factory had really been making (Vincent doubted that the data he recovered would hint to anything sinister). And two of their own were dead, including Katy, the organizer of all this. Maybe there was a leak somewhere in the leadership, and hopefully it would be plugged before it reached Vincent.
As the bus stopped and announced its current location, Vincent broke his thought train and alighted. His apartment was only a couple blocks away, a short walk. Arriving at his apartment, Vincent gently set down his wrapped rifle, and turned on the computer. New Vision didn’t have anything about the attack, the BBC mentioned a fire in New York that may have been the attack, but CNN and Fox were going crazy over the attack, both sides going on and on about how the attackers disgraced the American people and how they hoped the terrorists were brought to a swift death. Vincent missed the days when CNN and Fox were the polar opposites of each other. Checking his email, Vincent noticed he had gotten a few new ones, including one from his broker, talking about new stock options. After replying to them, Vincent showered, then sat down to watch a new History Channel documentary.