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"Son. Blain. You must know? You must stop them before they get to it? They'll kill them, all of them, those innocent people! I never should have done it, I and that wicked man Shir never should have done it. But we were young and stupid, and filled with black blood running through our hearts as we built that airport. We surely would be the ones to give the U.S. a scare . . . but now I have changed. And I am on my deathbed, asking you my final wish. Find that bomb and get it out of the airport before Shir's black hearted men use it after more than 3 decades. Do it, Blain. You must!"
Grandpappy lay drew his final breath and his arm flopped onto his grandsons. Blain's eyes grew wide with the knowledge he had attained. Grandpappy. The sweet construction worker who retired late and always had a kind word. Grandpappy had planted a bomb inside one of the walls of the airport, thick and well protected. Grandpappy.
Blain was not a usual man. He was cold and moody and a bed of evil lay down inside him. He could feel it. After coming back from his term in Iraq, after being cheated by the U.S. Military, sending him to die over and over, not risking their general hides, sending him to die, he hated the government with a overpowering loathing that he could not ignore any longer. Of course, Grandpappy didn't know this. He had only spent a few months with his grandson, where Blain hid his personality well.
At the time, it was not his thirst for knowledge of the bomb, it had come as a total surprise. It was for the money in Grandpappy's will that he had been after. But this bomb business. So dark. So deliciously dark. The thought of stiff nights soaked in his own blood on enemy's territory flashed through Blain's mind, of a time when he was still in Iraq. Hate filled his every sense, lighted the glowing embers. It roared inside him. Insanely, madly. The red hate filled his every pore. There was no controlling him now. Grandpappy wanted him to get rid of the bomb, eh? Before this Shir enemy got to it. Well, Blain would get to it first. He would be the one to remove the bomb from its case in the deep wall in the Prolonges International Airport, in an abandoned terminal a 10 minute walk from security. But after he got hold of the bomb, there was no telling what he would do with it. Exactly.
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