Hidden Charges

What a strange place to die. He could picture the thousands of people in the new pavilion tomorrow. What a sight. He sat in the tunnel and continued twisting wires together. He had already set his timer for tomorrow at four o'clock. Now, even if they caught him, his plan would be carried through. The timer would detonate the main charges, and the pavilion would fall like a house of cards. He pitied the poor bastards inside if they didn't pay the money. He would give them a chance. If they chose to ignore him, like the judge had ignored him, then that was fine. As far as he was concerned, he had a score to settle: his father's life for two hundred grand. They deserved to die...