Flashing lights were everywhere, they wondered what was
happening. The view was blocked by the buildings so the lights quickly vanished
from view. Yells of distress echoed through the streets, but there was no
visual, no signs to indicate the imagined catastrophe.
Quickly picking up the pace they hurried to see if they could
find the destination of the lights. Winded and sweating they reached the destination.
It was as if a target was painted on the side of the building. The bomb squad
confirmed they had hit their mark.
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Red.