Terrorism was feared. Looked down upon. Hated by society. Obviously. However people had to admire that 90% of the time, a terrorist is one of many things. Smart. They take week, months, even years to plan something so perfectly to make sure if went their way.

That's what you did. Everything you planned worked out so well.

This year's plan- January 13th - set fire to City Hall. April 28th - Invade the City Bank. July 3rd - Capture the president from the White House. November 12th - ...

That was today. Something special about today. However it didn't go so well. A well known special force group had become aware of your location and had taken you down, brought you in for interrogation.

Now you were tied to a table in a cold dark interrogation room. A man with a scruffy beard stood in front of you. Behind him was two other men, blocking the door. One with a mask and one with a mohawk. Next to you stood the last guy. One lazily wearing a blue jumper.

The man with the scuffy beard leaned down. He was shouting at you for everything you had done before today. The one next to you grabbed you shoulder tight. Frustrated with your numb expression.

"Why the fuck are you so calm!?" He demanded to know. Irritation in his voice.

You just looked up and smirked. "Because you know..in a moment..it could all" you smirked "Boom." You whisper.

A second after she said that Laswell was over coms- "John, the airport just blew up in flames!" She urgently informed.

Everyone turned and looked at you.