Who was it? Homecoming
5 senses had placed on the wheel. We walked down that avenue was once a great pedestrian street with a slowness that was exasperating, but we could not afford to have haste. As I imagined, not every trace of life in 20 blocks around flocked to the ground zero of our vengeance. On the one hand it is possible that our skyscrapers around seeing a lot more freedom, but then was significantly hinder our return. The
had left, right, and everywhere where Muhammad gave the three voices, most of them migrated with amazing tenacity to where their instinct tells them. Precisely the place from which we returned. Almost all the streets were crowded with nomads, the roads were almost impassable.
continually improvise new routes we had to return to constantly find bottlenecks that would not let us go further. Some because of abandoned vehicles, sometimes because the streets were cut, but most times come across the face with the rights protesters of the nameless. Events with the solidarity that we would rather not.
It had been about 15 minutes after we separated from our colleagues in the van. At this stage and at home would be extremely distressed by not knowing anything of us, especially after hearing the explosion that caused terrible. Surely would be imagining the worst. Had the walkie reconnected, but I returned rather than static, although we were not in coverage.
"Sure must be worried. Natalia must be climbing the walls, sure, my friend commented with resignation.
"And he's crazy enough to search again. -Add - Do not worry, as we are close enough we can talk to them on the walkie.
could not get out of my head just told me what Michel. The diesel does not burn at room temperature. According to him, if you throw a lit cigarette butt into a drum of diesel, This will shut down without ever turning on the fuel. It was something that was not willing to check, but trusted his word. Not sure if that feature is something that diesel is on everyone's lips but I did not know and given my background I was strange not to have fallen into such detail.
In fact, I remember that during my troubled teen had ever made a firebomb with diesel, we used only gasoline. Motor oil, gasoline, tar, gasoline, gasoline-melting wax, soap, gasoline, gasoline-gel ... Heck, a young man could recite the "manual of the little bastard" from memory and never have I come to realize that gasoil word rarely uttered.
The thing was clear, what was in the bottles I put in the trunk of my car was not oil, if not petrol. However I was quite sure I introduced oil in them, took the deposit of a TDI that was in the parking lot of our block, there could be nothing if not the owner was completely stupid. And he was sure that I chose (now that was a completely wrong choice) by not wasting diesel fuel, we would need as much as we had to escape from the city. It was clear, there could be another explanation.
- Who did it? I wondered to myself in quietly lost in my thoughts.
- What?
"Someone changed the oil in the bottles before we left. - I played - I thought nobody had seen me put them in my car, but it is obvious that someone knew or imagined that I meant something else.
- There could be more obvious that supported the thesis that "my friend. - Did you discuss it with someone?
"Of course not, no one wanted to intrude on this. "I replied.
was silent for a moment. Michel took two corners and fold back east on a narrow lane and dirty but free of the presence not dead, we were not away.
could not get it out of his head. Who could it be? Natalia Michel and no, that would be safe. To have imagined what I meant, I would put his head under water until I remove the idea from your head until she stopped kicking. But then ... suddenly it was clear. It could not be someone else, but then ... Why?
"We're very close," said my companion, breaking the calm.
"Yes, perhaps sufficiently answered by turning the Waki.
The small device began to crackle with power. Although he returned no more than a thick layer of noise and parasites but as we approached a slight galvanic voice began to be discernible after static. -***
chel, Conrad Conte *** *** *** Me, Where is ***, please reply *** est concerns, answer.
As we approached the voice of small Marta became more intelligible. Would soon be in coverage.
"I hear you, we're fine, we get from time to time, do you hear? "I said through the small device with the hope that we were already close enough to satisfy the limitations of that toy.
-Conrad, are you okay? Where the hell you had you been? Where have you gone? What was that explosion? "Little Martha seemed to burst into tears.
"We're well, we took a detour through that ... I thought I had seen that more survivors, lied to a sarcastic look on my partner - The explosion also have heard, must have been close but we have no idea that there may be been. Do others have already arrived?, Have arrived safely?
"Yes, for 10 minutes, we are all good we can be, although almost kill us with fright, said a new voice was heard over the airwaves, it was our new partner, speaking on the other walkie probably also a bundle of nerves. It was a relief to know them. Michel
turned south at the next crossing, which took us directly overlooking the street parking on our block, we were so close to home that we could almost touch it with the fingertips.
"Great, get ready to open the door, get in 10 seconds.
-Conrad, we have a problem, "said the little voice contorted Marta - When removing the gates to let in the van, two of those freaks saw us and come over here, right now we have next door.
MIERRRRDA .... It was what we needed and now can not open up. A deafening roar
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