He was nervous, a little
apprehensive. He wondered if the small amount of Tovex he had placed inside the
doll was too large. He had to be close, but not too close. Too close meant he
would be killed as well. But he thought, if that happened, so be it.
He stepped onto the
escalator as he elbowed the satchel around to his back. At the same time, his
other hand slid over his front left pocket, furtively feeling for the single
car key. He found it and pressed the unlock button. He never heard the
explosion.
He was at the top of the
escalator when he regained consciousness. His forehead was bleeding from
striking a step when he fell. Blood was coagulating on the floor plate where
his head lay. He rolled over and let his arms flop to the floor. His head was
pounding.
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