He stepped off the train, his suitcase by his side. What pitiful few possessions he still had were in that case. He'd lost the picture of his family a long time ago, not that it mattered. He had lost them a long time ago. He walked down the platform, glancing up at the Breencast above him and then at the Vortigaunt sweeping away rubbish to his right. He passed through several checkpoints and gates. He barely noticed anything. His mind was elsewhere, as it had been for some time. He passed by a timetable, barely hearing a man muttering something about trains leaving but not arriving, or was it the other way round? He didn't care enough to stop and ask; he just kept going.
He was stopped by a civil protection officer just a short distance before the station's exit.
The officer threw a can to the floor, motioning with his stunstick.
He thought to himself that the officer probably did this every day.
The officer shouted at him.
He looked at the officer and smiled. He was planning on doing this somewhere else, somewhere more public, but this just seemed... right. He took a deep breath in and brought the smile back to his face.
A stunstick flared.
The officer gave a final warning
He thought of his family, long gone now, and did what he'd been preparing for all morning, a relatively small act, but with large consequences.
He pulled a small string in his sleeve, setting off the explosive in his suitcase. It was small, but it packed a punch (Or so he was told).
You could feel the explosion from a block away; it rattled windows and shook buildings. The explosion was still fairly small, it only killed a civil protection officer and two civilians, one of which was the bomber himself, yet it heralded the dawn of a new era, one that many would seek to avoid.
