It was done. A quick and clean vendetta, delivered righteously just as he intended. Now came the hard part, escaping, could he do it? He fleeted the streets of New York, he had to get to the bus station. He did, he got into the bus, it was crowded except for one double seat in the back, which was by a person who was oblivious, staring at the window, listening to music, he slid by their side and sat down, breathing softly, it was only then that he noticed the scared look on the persons face as he had accidentally dropped his gun against them, he cursed internally and pressed the gun against them "Dont move. Dont alarm anyone." He didnt want to hurt civilians but he had to escape...this would be a long journey.