Chapter Five
Even the sight of the building used for the cage fights turns my stomach. All I can think about is the memories of what this place was like the last time I was here. The stench of stale blood and sweat, the cries of those forced to take part...
A shiver runs down my spine.
It's best if I don't think about it too much.
Or maybe I should. It can fuel me in the moments of doubt I have about whether or not this is the right thing to do. I've never planted a bomb before, and if I'm honest with myself, I'm not completely comfortable with it. But I can see the necessity. If I don't do this now, then who knows how long the cage fights will continue. Or how many people will die in the process. Even if we still managed to bring down the walls in a few weeks, that would be a lot of e
