The day was September 7th and his name was Craig Arrons. He was your average joe, he worked at an Auto Shop and lived his daily life as a normal man, until of course, that very day. He was working regularly and a man pulls in with his car, it seemed cool, a muscle car, red, a large engine with a lot of horsepower, it was Craig's favorite car, a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro. That car, however, was less than a cool car. It was rigged with a bomb using a new kind of chemical, a chemical which no one had ever seen before, and had no idea what it did. A criminal mastermind, business tycoon, and entrepreneur, Renalds Pinter was the one who had the car rigged, the one with the evil plan, the plan that he would soon learn to regret. Evil as he may have been, everybody was fooled by his trickery.
Back to the car, rigged by a bomb, the mechanics had no idea, until our hero Craig discovered it lodged in the engine, the source of the so called "problem" with the car. By that time Craig had just enough time to yell, "BOMB!" Everyone ran, but for Craig it was too late, he had a second to think about his family and his memories, how plain his life was. Then it was all dark, at least for a couple of hours it was. He had been fused in with the car, his molecules fused in with the car's. He WAS the car. After he, the car, blacked out for a while, the other mechanics saw that there was no damage to the car, the building, their tools, there was nothing but ashes around where Craig was standing and some footprints of Craig's shoes, at least before they were burned to ashes. At that very moment everyone thought that Craig was dead, but they were all puzzled at why the bomb hadn't destroyed anything else and had only done something to Craig.
