Henry Sturges sat in the car.
Fidgeted with the keys.
Took them out of the ignition.
Dropped them onto his lap.
He had been debating with himself for the past two hours. There was no way of getting away from the damn box. He knew that. He had known that from the beginning. It hadn't stopped him from playing though.
Ending things would be easy. All he had to was put the key back in the ignition.
Turn it.
Click.
There would be no coming back from the explosion, even for someone like him. He had made sure of that. There was enough C4 in the car to level several vehicles. At least he had still been sane enough to park out in the middle of nowhere. Just because he had to die, didn't mean he had to take anyone with him.
Yes, he would die. Finally. And it would be easy.
Angels to some, demons to others.
How true that was.
