Fingers lifted the latex gloves one at a time before slipping them on to her fingers. Followed over the latex, the thick leather gloves slipped over the top easily. Roll chair was pulled up close to the long table set out in front of her. Clothing was something she had gotten from the hospital, scrubs that she had "borrowed". Hair was bound up under a black handkerchief, a plastic and fabric face mask sat over her nose and mouth. This was the delicate part, doing the wiring and the completing the small microchips. Tiny smoldering machine was lifted in the glove and her body bent over the task. Smoke curled up in wild weird spirals that curled upwards only to dissipate close to the ceiling fan. It spun lazily keeping the air rotating in the house, a small exhaust fan sat in her open screened window, sucking the smell of soldering metal out of the house and into the quiet night air.
Each piece was meticulously prepared and done; after all it had to be perfect. Once the last piece was set aside in it's only little foam plastic case the mask was slide down off her face. Glancing back at the computer screens and shaking the mouse to wake it back up. Dead eyes traveled over the design and instructions. Honestly, she would have to thank Leon for leaving such wonderful information on his computer, although it was just another link that took the blame off her. Novack's name was on the paper work, signatures for the equipment. And while Nori had been in the military yes, there was no official paperwork stating she was trained in disarming bombs or creating any. No that had been learned in her free time while stuck on a boat in Japan. She had learned the intricate balance of how to make things go boom.
How fun would it be when the weapons would be charged to detonate all at the same time and destroy most of the street and injure hundreds of people if not into one thousand? There would be no way that the human community would take Novack's lies without wanting blood in return. That tickled her fancy more then anything. Not only would it look like Novack was to blame completely, Nori managed to create a lovely little worm program that had been inserted into the hard drive at the HF building. The day after the explosion, it would wipe the hard drives of the server except for certain material which would be available for the police when and if they came to question Novack. The program would be triggered by a simple command by Novack by Novack's own computer. It would look like a self-destruct type of software, enough to make it look like it was done on purpose. Again, a lovely trick she had spent years perfecting as she spent her time on the Navy boat in Japan's harbor.
Each section of the needed devices was loaded into a large duffle bag. Setting the bag down near the front door she moved off to change. It was only when she was gone and wearing all black, head to toe, even her head wrapped around it that she moved outside. Plastic gloves lay under the black silken gloves, her face wrapped in a type of ninja face wrap only showing the slits of her eyes. The drive to town was fast. Map was stuffed into the hem of her pants and the forehead light was pulled on over her head. Climbing out of the truck she glanced around. Choosing to park on a deserted back street she walked six or seven streets down, through alley's and back walks. Finally when she was far enough away from her truck, crow bar was used to pry the manhole cover open. Sliding down into the small space she climbed down one handed. Duffle bag was set down before she climbed back up using her shoulder to close the man hole cover. Light was flicked on as the map was drawn out of her pants. It was a sewer map, and lifting the duffle bag she moved down her needed path. It would take at least a half an hour to get to the section of the main road she was looking for. Setting the duffle bag down she started to set up.
First the devices, one at a time where set down the length of either side of the sewer, tapped with precision so not even a damn tsunami force wave would knock it off the gas line. Six where set at this side and then turning the corner she set the other six. Her face and clothing was damp with sweat but she continued. Next was the actual C-4. It was pressed into the tops of the device on each till she had just enough left for the last explosive. Once the outer 12 where done, the final 13th were placed just under the open space that was directly below the intersection. That would be where the live bands would be playing on the stage. Pressing it to the gas line she pressed the C-4 to it as well. Feet carried her back to her duffle bag, one by one; she inserted the chip, the little counter turning on. Twice gloved finger tips punching in the exact time she wanted them explosives to go off. Each one was done without hurry and rush, programming the time and date in before she moved on to the next. It took a full two hours before she was done. Every piece of equipment she had brought with her was set in the duffle bag making sure she left nothing behind with her finger prints on it.
The trek back through the tunnels was quiet and calm, her foot steps nearly silent. Finding her way back out of the sewers, climbing up she pushed the grate off the top of the hole and climbed out slowly. The metal complained for a minute before it was slid back over the hole. Path was the same as she had moved before, through the darkness and the alley ways, back to her truck. Once inside she started it up glancing at the dashboard clock before pulling away from the curb and heading back toward her secluded house. Back at the house, clothing, map, every piece of evidence that she had of her evil doing was either burned in a fire pit in her back yard or the computer programs and files where wiped clean, deleting any trace of them. The last dregs of the ashes from the fire pit where ranked up and the ashes where ground down to powder before being flushed down her toilet.
It was only when the light was starting to crawl into her house that she realized she had worked all night and now it was morning and it was time for work. Sleep could be caught up later on in time, for now she moved to bath and get ready for work. Oh yes, to the place where she was damning to all hell.
