Gareth jumped off the side of the bridge, rope secured firmly to his harness. He had waited on the side of the bridge for nearly three hours, waiting for the right moment to jump without drawing any attention. After the morning traffic had cleared and things had slowed down, he made his move. He now rappelled down to where he would arm the three satchel charges. His intentions were clear: take down the bridge as a truck carrying weapons. Once downed, he and an extraction team would secure the weapons and distribute them to other "anti-leader" anarchists in the area. That was the plan, at least.<br/><br/>He removed from his bag one of his signature satchel charges and a drill. He drilled a hole in the concrete pillar that held up the bridge, and then secured the explosive to it using a plastic screw with would melt during the combustion of the weapon. He repeated this process two other times, and then began the long climb back up the rope. One hand in front of the other. It goes without saying that Gareth was tired long before he back at the top. Several minutes later he hoisted himself on the bridge, where he lay catching his breath for what seemed like hours. He stood up and brushed himself off, reeling up the rope and putting it and the harness in his now empty backpack after carefully  removing the detonator switch.<br/><br/>Even if the bombs did not detonate as planned, which they were known to do, he had put out an underground "advertisement" of this attack, hoping to draw in backup reinforcements in case things went to shit. He made his way off the bridge at got into his car, which was just inside the signal range of the detonator, where he now sat waiting for the truck to arrive.