Gareth slowed his car and pulled into an alleyway. He was almost two miles away from the bridge- or rather what was left of the bridge. Before getting out of the car he zipped up his jacket, covering up his Kevlar vest. He got out of the car, leaving his pistol and the detonator and walked around the car, opening up the trunk. Inside was his rifle and one more explosive with a separate detonator. This planned ended with one more explosion, and a necessary one at that. He grabbed his rifle and the charge. He walked back to the driver's side door and tossed in the bomb. He left the car on that way it might draw the attention of the civilians; all that mattered any more was the casualties, since he wasn't getting the weapons.<br/><br/>Gareth left his helmet on, but he did not stick out. Many people wore helmets in this city, whether it was for navigation or communication, he would just be looked upon as another upper-class businessman who wore a helmet to show off his riches, which was far from the truth. The rifle was collapsed and placed inside of a backpack that he now carried down the street. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and called one of the guys who had contacted him about interest in his now failed project. An attachment on his phone would prevent anyone from tapping into his call, which allowed him to speak freely. He pressed the phone up to his ear. He didn't need to introduce himself to this Kyle fellow, he assumed:<br/><br/>"Meet me at the diner on the corner of Third and Washington street."<br/><br/>He still hadn't detonated the explosives on his car yet. It wasn't time.