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sudden nightfall
It is said that Jawaharlal Nehru, the first president of independent India, in the beginning merely joined Gandhi's freedom movement to set himself apart from his father, the very successful lawyer Motilal Nehru. True or not, doubtlessly the relationship between son and father is one of the most defining factors in a man's life.
The young man quietly slipped out of his apartment and scurried down the corridor, silent as a mouse. All he wanted was some coffee and a donut or two. He had worked all night long and desperately needed a dose of caffeine and sugar. Yes, his doctors had told him a healthy diet would increase his life expectancy, but who cares when in the end it all boils down to a week more or less in a hospital bed, wearing diapers and being attached to half a dozen beeping machines? Edward Gordon had decided months ago that he preferred to die with dignity, even if it meant that it would happen half a year earlier. There was only one thing left to do, one desperate desire he wished to fulfill before he went.
He had almost made it to the staircase when the last door on the left opened and a wheezy voice coughed: "Good morning Mr. Gordon! Up and about so early?" Edward sometimes thought how ironic it was that 86-years old, asthmatic, extremely fragile-looking Mrs. Silverman, who read the death notices in the newspaper every day to make sure she hadn't passed away yet, would most likely outlive him. "You look starved, young man!", she said accusingly. "You must eat regularly. Let me make some hearty New England breakfast for you!" Declining was impossible. Not without breaking the lonely lady's weak heart.
An hour later Edward Gordon returned to his apartment, strengthened by an indeed well-cooked breakfast, and resumed his work. The bomb was almost finished. All that was left to do was connecting the fuze with the explosive. And planting it, of course. His target was teaching at FBI academy today. It wouldn't be easy - he was a close combat specialist. "I hope it won't help him much", the young man thought, preparing the tranquilizer that was meant to put a damper on any attempts of resistance. In a few hours FBI Agent Derek Morgan would make his way from the sports hall to the parking lot. As Gordon had figured out weeks ago, this would be the best moment to strike.