"The Robloxian Transit System Mass Transportation Device will arrive at the East End Deposit at 9:54:40. Next stop, Central Landing Pad Station at 10:07:55. Now a message from the Admin Department of Safety. Passengers must stay in their seats with seatbelts safely fastened at all times. Repeat, passengers must stay in their seats with seatbelts safely fastened at all times. Coffee will be served to you shortly by the steward or stewardess manning this vessel. Have a safe trip."

Rain, falling from a sky as gray as granite, splattered on the thick, glass windows of the transport vehicle. Passengers sat silently listening to the clanking of the train on the railway. Mulligan was one of these sullen people, slouching in his leather seat and staring out at the tall, shining buildings of New Robloxia.

However, he was different from most of the Robloxians on the train. He had a different goal in mind. At one side of him was a briefcase. Mulligan held the handle of said briefcase gingerly, as if worried it was about to explode. He was thinking inside his head, contemplating a plan that he hadn't been involved in organizing, but was merely the one to execute it. And, in his pocket, a cold weight was present.

"The Robloxian Transit System Mass Transportation Device has arrived at the East End Deposit. Please disembark in an orderly fasion. We remind you not to draw any firearms or incendiary devices if you are dissatisfied with this trip. May we also remind you that all leftover items will be vaporized upon full emptying of this vessel. Have a nice day."

The passengers filed out, still silent, jostling each other, and passed through the exit and into the rain. A rocket sailed over Mulligan's head, but it was a mere surveillance craft. Nevertheless, it made him quicken his pace and blend in with the crowd as they gradually streamed towards the East End Deposit.

At the checkpoint, guards with M1 Garands slung over their shoulders were scanning the newcomers. Mulligan held the bag's handle tighter as the line drew ever so slowly forward.

What am I going to do? I can't just let them take the bag... the Associates will have my head for it.

His palms sweaty, he braced himself for the guard's scanner. The red beam quickly flashed over to his head, then fanned out and slowly glided down his shoulders, back, hips, legs, and finally his feet, whereupon a DING came from the scanner and the guard gave a grunt of surprise. Mulligan looked to the guard, who was scrutinizing the suitcase.

"May I ask you what's in the suitcase?" the guard inquired.

"No, no, it's nothing, just a new ream of paper, nothing else."

The guard shook his head. "The scanner detected there was a metal object in the suitcase. Scanners don't lie."

"Uh, no. The scanner must be wrong. Yes, wrong."

"I'm sorry. We've seen every trick in the book. Now, I'm not asking you to tell me what's in the bag. I'm demanding that you give it to us so we can search it."

Mulligan clutched the bag to his chest. "No," he pleaded. "They'll kill me..."

Both the guards levelled their M1 Garands in his direction.

"We will kill you, you're right," the guard said. "But only if you refuse to surrender the briefcase."

"I can't," Mulligan whispered.

"John, take aim," the guard ordered the other guard.

Mulligan had no choice. Blood was going to be spilled this day. But it wouldn't be his. He'd use the oldest trick in the book, but one the guards wouldn't be prepared for. He took a deep breath, pretended to resign himself to his fate, sad expression and all; then he ducked just as the guards fired from opposite directions.

"What? N-" the guard with the scanner cried out, then fell to his knees, his head in shards on the floor and blood pooling around his feet. The other guard was dead as well. Mulligan, ignoring the suddenly panicking Robloxians, picked up an M1 Garand and started running. Alarms screamed on all sides, blazing red. As he ran, Mulligan opened the briefcase and took out a red box. It was a bomb, a putty-based incendiary explosive with an added flame effect so that the evidence would be destroyed with the bomb. His feet falling lightly, Mulligan ran up the stairs to the second floor and the boiler room elevator.

He emerged on an open catwalk thousands of blox over the city. In the corner of his eye he registered the presence of a security craft. He only increased his speed.

When he made it to the other end he looked behind him. The craft had landed on the catwalk, and security guards were disembarking, M1 Garands and all. But it didn't matter because he had arrived at the foot of the massive boiler tank. He started to prime the bomb.

"STOP!"

A security guard entered and fired a shot at Mulligan. Mulligan rolled away and, from the floor fired his own retaliation shot. The guard flew back through the doorway and over the catwalk into oncoming traffic. The bomberman finished the priming of his device and placed it down out of sight in a shadow. When the rest of the guards entered, he was standing nonchalantly before the tank, holding the M1 Garand limply by his side, the tip barely scraping the floor. The senior guard held his gun in front of him, not an M1 Garand but a Desert Eagle shiny and new.

"Put your damn hands up!" the senior guard ordered.

"No," Mulligan said flatly. He shot the senior guard in the chest and charged into the ranks. He was immediately cut down by several rounds of Garand fire. As his vision faded to red, then to black, then to white, he smiled. At least the Associates hadn't done the job for the security guards. Then he died. The security guards kicked the body, and then looked around the room.

"Where's the bomb?" a security asked.

"We need to find it," an officer replied. "Bravo, Husky, take opposite corners."

Two guards ran to find the bomb. But it was futile, as from the right corner there came a white glow.

"Rescinding orders," the officer barked frantically. "Get back, get back! It's gonna go off! We did what we could! Get mo-"

The bomb detonated with the boiler in a dazzling ball of molten metal and plasma. The security guards were vaporized instantly, along with the body of Mulligan, the reinforcements waiting in the parked security craft, and the East End Deposit.