Epilogue
Hannah
I crouched on a nearby rooftop and watched the building burn. The smoke burned my nose and stung my eyes. My throat felt raw and scratchy. I think I breathed in some of the chemicals as they burned.
It had been easy, even easier than I thought. Once I got the fire started, there were so many flammable and combustible materials inside the laboratory, that the place went up like a roman candle. Mini-explosions had busted out all the windows. I had disabled the sprinkler systems, and by the time the fire department had arrived, the fire was burning so hot that the water practically evaporated before it could douse the flames. I watched from above as the firemen scrambled with their hoses, feeling satisfied.
It wasn’t a permanent solution, of course. Somewher
