It smells muggy under the bridge, and even the frosted autumn air nor the beautifully illuminated sprays of water fountaining off the edges cannot cleanse it of the suffocating stench. Three figures stand in the shadows--- One woman, judging by the shape of her, taller than all the rest, and two stockier men--- whispering among themselves, though they are entirely alone. A camera in the left crevice of the bridge's underside has been taped up and connected to various wires so that the three can have a private conversation, well censored to all unwanted ears and eyes.
"Did it work?" the woman, who had a raspy voice, demanded.
Both men nodded, making the woman cackle.
"Stupid little authorities, stupid little detectives, with all their gullible lackeys, following the most obvious leads and suspecting all the wrong people. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she singsonged like a little girl presented with a chocolate cake all covered in pink frosting. "But we're going to use it to our advantage, aren't we now, boys?
Once again, the men nodded.
"And now dear Alexandre Bisset and his little family have been picked apart, I have so much time on my hands, so many plans to plan and buildings to blow..."
A wicked little smirk spread across her lips.
"... Starting with this very one over us."
The two men looked to one another so fast that their necks nearly snapped. They patted each other down searching for the bomb, stopping only when the sound of a train approaching at high speed filled their ears.
"Bye-bye, boys!" the woman waved just as the train rushed past her.
And then she was gone, and so was the train, miles away now.
60 seconds later the mystical Banpo Bridge went up in flames.
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Split
Mystery / ThrillerThe circus hides its secrets; The secret hides in the mystery; The mystery hides in them all. And all of it could shatter into chaos like thousands and thousands of mirrors. It could all just... Split.
