The windows blasted open, glass went everywhere. We would have been dead, had we been inside. That’s the beauty of a fake entry, if you live underneath it, and the first floor gets blown up, you’re as safe as the ground level’s roof, ours was titanium.
At least Sven said it was that strong. He had safe houses stashed everywhere it seemed. Monty told us this one was where his Mom had took them on vacation once.
He had asked her why it was mostly underground, and she had explained to the eleven year old genius, “It’s safer during storms.” It was logical, so he accepted it. Now the type of storm she had really meant, was raining down on the top level.
We used one of the tunnel exits to walk out two blocks down. The news that night had some cover story about a small gas explosion. We knew the truth. I’m tempted here to use some cliche around the word Stamp, but instead I’ll tell you about our delivery to them.
It’s probably what caused such an explosive response, sorry, had to do it. We sent a thumb drive containing old news reports about the death of a Chinese Ambassador, and a list of four names on it. We suspect it was the third name that made them nervous, so much so they didn’t care how we knew, they just wanted us dead.
