And A Wee Bit Of Domestic Terrorism
The homeless man was hard at work. In the last few days, he had acquired all he would need to carry out his heroic task. In the shadows of early morning, he carefully placed the ammonium nitrate in the aluminum beer can and sealed off the top with a bit of duct tape. Then, even more careful yet, he placed the can into the backpack with the other dozen or so cans already filled. Chris didn’t exactly know why he was doing what he was doing anymore, just following the footsteps of his memories.
Years of studying the conspiracies that others laughed at, that others denied the existence of, had also led to him acquiring the skills to defend himself and save himself from the evil powers that be. Had things turned out differently, maybe he’d be somewhere else
