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The clicking sound of the lighter echoed through the silent street, shattering the stillness of the night.
He was standing in front of the building as he started it, He smirked, as he heard the distant hum of two helicopters flying overhead, their rotors whirring in unison. The sound roared with a thrill.
He stood in the shadow of a sleek, modern high-rise, The building's angular lines and futuristic design seemed to loom over him
With deliberate slowness, he withdrew a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, the paper rustling softly as he pulled it out. He placed the cigarette between his lips, feeling the familiar shape and texture of it.
Then, with a practiced motion, he brought the lighter to life, the flame casting a warm glow on his face.
He lit the cigarette, taking a few strong draws until it was well lit, the ember glowing bright red in the darkness.
The smoke curled around him, a wispy tendril that vanished into the night air. As he exhaled.
The helicopters flew overhead once more, their searchlights casting an otherworldly glow over the rooftops.
He watched them, as He knew what was coming. The clicking sound of the lighter still echoed in his mind, A reminder of spark that had been lit,
A spark that would soon ignite into a firestorm.
As the helicopters flew overhead, a strange, eerie silence fell over the scene. Then, without warning, a hatch opened on the underside of the aircraft, and a great amount of liquid began to pour out, cascading down onto the not so huge building like a waterfall.
The liquid was clear and odorless, but it seemed to glow with an otherworldly light as it flowed down the sides of the building. It was as if the very fabric of the structure was being bathed in an ethereal radiance.
He watched in rapt fascination as the liquid continued to pour down, the building was shimmering, The helicopters hovered above, their rotors whirring steadily as they emptied their cargo.
As the last of the liquid drained from the aircraft, the helicopters banked and turned, disappearing into the night sky. The building stood alone.
Bathed in the eerie glow of the liquid, which seemed to be seeping into its very pores.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the building, As he inhaled the cigarette, the strong smoke enveloped his face, obscuring his features.
With a swift motion, he lit the square-shaped lighter and hurled it towards the building. The lighter soared through the air, leaving a trail of sparks behind it, before landing with a clang on the liquid-soaked surface.
Instantly, a strong fire erupted, as if the liquid had been waiting for the spark to ignite. Flames began to lick the walls and windows of the building, casting an eerie orange glow over the night sky. The fire crackled and roared, consuming everything in its path.
