The Rules don't Apply

Prologue

A man walked up the dark, gloomy alley way. His coat matched his surroundings, dark. He had a black fedora to possibly cover his identity.

He took a left, and walked down the sidewalk. The Golden Gate bridge could be seen from where he was. Cars were slowly driving across it.

The sun hasn't even came up yet, but in a busy city like San Francisco, cars were everywhere. Cars would drive past the man on the street. The people in them didn't care who he was, or what he was doing. If only they knew he was about to blow up a building.

The man was holding a black suitcase, matching his fedora. In fact, the only "not dark" thing about him was his skin color, which was pale as the moon. His hazel eyes shined.

The sky crackled above him. He stopped and looked up. Rain fell. He started to walk, a little faster then before. It rained harder. He walked faster.

Soon it was pouring. The man cursed under his breath. He could have had an umbrella right now, but no. He left it in the taxi he took from his apartment across the bridge.

The bomb would explode if it got too wet. He had to move fast.

Beep! The man looked down at his case. The bomb was about to activate itself. The man ran. He was almost to where he needed to be. As he ran, he scanned the addresses of the many restaurants, stores and offices. Address 107 was what he needed.

The man suddenly stopped, and took a few steps backwards. There it was. The glass door read, "CL Newspaper Office". The man grimaced.

He took a key out of the pocket of his coat, and stuck into a little hole on the door. As he turned it, a small click sound was heard. He opened the door.

Ring! Went a bell, activated by the door. He closed the door behind him, as he walked into the office. He turned around to face the door again.

There was a sign that hung, that said "Sorry, we are closed. Open hours:" The man already researched the open hours online.

"Monday," he said. "Monday at 7:00 am." He looked at his watch. The little clock hands danced in their glass cage. The time was 6:03. He smiled with confidence.

"Plenty of time to set the bomb." He said with a grin.

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