Gareth watched intently as one of the pedestrians made his way closer to the car than others. He kept his eyes locked onto the man as he passed at what Gareth would classify as dangerously close. He grabbed his helmet and put it on, powering it up. He waited for the scanners to calibrate, but continued watching the man to confirm his suspicion. He had been around enough government agents in his day to be able to spot them just by the way they carry themselves. He put his foot on the gas of the car, pulling out of his parking spot and onto the street, merging with traffic. He crossed the very bridge that he had just planted bombs on. This was the closest bridge that crossed the river on this side of town, and he was going to use that too his advantage. It was riskier this way, as he would have to detonate the bombs just as he pulled off the bridge. Because his satchel charges were unpredictable, he had know way of knowing if the bridge would collapse and drop him into the river with the other victims. He was already half way across the bridge and he had to think quickly.<br/><br/>He scrambled with his free hand to grab the detonator, which he eventually did after seconds that felt like nearly hours. A colored light on the small detonator indicated where his detonation range would end. It was currently orange, which meant he had only a few hundred feet left before the bombs would automatically detonate by design. That was the plan all along. No matter what happened that day, that bridge was going to come down; whether that meant he had to throw the detonator away from the bombs or press the button before dying, he was going to make an impact. Before he could finish thinking back on his master engineering and planning, he left the range of detonation for the bombs. All three of the bombs had detonated, dropping the bridge into the water below along with several cars. The heat from the fireball could be felt inside Gareth's car and the shockwave would have been felt all over the city. Gareth slammed on his brakes, as the force from the explosion sent him forward much faster than he intended to drive. After slowing his car, he slammed on the gas, speeding down the street. To his surprise, many others who were near the blast did the same thing, driving away and allowing him to blend in with the "crowd" of cars.<br/><br/>Gareth had felt as though he wasted his time. He had killed several civilians, which would later prove a point to government officials but he had not completed his actual goal. He needed those weapons to start building an organized army of anarchists. Now he might have to wait for months or even years before he could begin his assaults on the mines.