10.00am, a Internet cafe, Santa Monica - Two weeks after Chapter One
The morning sun was already melting the streets and a sweaty Alex wiped a sheet of sweat from his forehead. As he approached the Internet cafe, he felt a strange sense of danger, although there was nothing to be worried about. No charges had been filed against him, and Jane's trial wasn't for a month or two, so he didn't have to worry about anyuthing connected to the events of a fortnight ago.
Minutes later, car alarms shattered the quiet like the bomb planted inside the cafe had shattered windows. Sirens could be heard in the distance as the unconcious Alex laid on the floor, his body bloodied. Inside the cafe, flames licked at every surface and tiny explosions could be heard as the computers were destroyed.
10.15am, a house in Los Angeles - Two weeks after Chapter One
This was no ordinary suburban house in the leafy outskirts of LA, this was the base for one of Jane's more immoral associates. Clutching the phone with gloved hands, he confimed to Jane that his plan had succeded, that Alex Myers would cause her no more problems. He laughed as he recalled his handiwork coming to fruition, as the explosion shattered the peace and quiet of that street in Santa Monica. Placing the phone back in his pocket, the mysterious terrorist looked out of the window as if he were expecting company.
10.30am, St John's Hospital, Santa Monica - Two weeks after Chapter One
Still unconcious, Alex was led in a hospital bed. His injuries weren't as severe as the paramedics had thought, but the dried blood on his pale skin and the cuts and bruises made his injuries look bad. Sat next to his bed was a worried Jack, who had been called by the FBI. He looked anxious, and if someone was watching him, it was as if Jack's own son was in the bed. He looked down at the floor for a few minutes, until a noise from the bed made him jerk his head back up.
Alex groaned as his eyes slowly opened and his body reminded him of what had happened. As he realised where he was, he looked around the room. Noticing Jack, his eyes widened with surprise as Jack smiled with relief.
"Did that really happen?", Alex enquired, his voice croaky adn dry. Jack poured some water ionto a plastic cup and helped a grateful Alex sip from it.
"If you're referring to the bomb, then yes, it did, Alex. That, however is the least of your worries right now", Jack assured him.
"Noone died, did they?", Alex asked, anxious. He knew that the bomb was meant for him, and he also knew that he would hate himself forever if someone had died in the explosion.
"Nope, noone else even got injured, Alex", Jack replied.
'This just makes me want to testify even more, Jack", Alex stated, his voice full of determination.
10.40am, Central California Women's Facility - Two weeks after Chapter One
Jane was sat at the edge of her bed, deep in thought. Considering her current situation, she was rather relaxed and seemed glad to be in jail rather than being on the run as a murderess. She had no remorse or regrets, though, and if she had the chance to change her actions, she would refuse it immediately. The trial was scheduled to go ahead in a months time, and she had no delusions about her prospects. The mountain of evidence against her would put her behind bars for the rest of her life.
11.00am, a house in Los Angeles - Two weeks after Chapter One
The gloved terrorist was leaving his base, ready to cross the country and wait for a new assignment. He hated waiting around and he especially hated it when his intended victims survived. Knowing that Alex was alive meant that he had to get out of California fast, even though he was sure that Alex had not seen him. Closing the door behind him and turning to face the street, his thoughts turned to his destination and his next job.