The city and its people passed by in a blur. Kyle stared out the taxi window, chin resting on his hand. He was still, aside from the impatient tapping of his fingers against his thigh, a deep frown plastered on his face. He was in a mood, which wasn't very unusual, but todays was particularly foul.<br/><br/>The day before he had been fired from his job at a grocery store. Granted, it was sort of his fault - a particularly snooty customer had heard him call her a fat cow and reported it to the manager. He should have been more careful of where he badmouthed the customers - but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be pissed off about it. The rest of that day was spent silently cursing everyone within a five mile radius of the grocery store and updating his resume.<br/><br/>Later, when he finished, he had set his laptop on the counter and paused, picking up a slip of paper. On it was an address and a time. A ‘friend’ of sorts had given it to him a few days before, along with a whispered explanation of a planned attack against the government. Kyle had put it aside, unsure about attending such a high risk operation, but now, with his anger bubbling inside him, he made the decision to go.<br/><br/>He was headed there now, eager to release some pent up anger and cause a little chaos in someone elses life, particularly the life of The Leader.<br/><br/>This wasn't the first anti-leader event he’d been to but it was certainly the most serious. The previous events had been mostly rallies and a small job in a few simple sabotage crews. As of yet he hadn't been caught and since no government goonies had come knocking on his door Kyle assumed he was currently off the radar. That was definitely subject to change here.<br/><br/>“That’ll be $5.36.” The cab driver said suddenly, jarring Kyle from his thoughts. The young man reached into his pockets and pulled out a few crumpled bills and handed them to the goblin. Not bothering to ask for change he opened the door and stepped onto the curb.<br/>He was a block away from where he was supposed to be, so as not to draw attention to himself when arriving. Kyle checked his watch as he walked over. He was a bit early.<br/><br/>Before long he reached the bridge. He glanced around but didn't see anyone or anything out of the ordinary. The instruction weren't specific, but he knew he had to stay off the bride. There was a bus stop not far away, so Kyle headed for it and sat down on the metal seat, leaned back and crossed his arms.<br/><br/>Now all he had to do was wait.