May 13, 9:00 A.M. Los Angeles 9-1-1 Call Center
Detective Gumshoe stood in the main area, observing the responders. He had left the investigators to see if anyone could figure out who the Mad Bomber was. He figured that someone would see him placing a bomb in action, and would notify the police about his actions.
He thought, "I'll just wait here and figure out who the Mad Bomber really is. But that could take hours, days, or even weeks for someone to finally find him."
Gumshoe took the pocket computer out of his pocket and entered the internet browser. He searched the term "The Mad Bomber" in the search engine.
He found the article on Wikipedia that read: George Metesky, otherwise known as "The Mad Bomber", was born on November 2, 1903. He worked for the company Consolidated Edison after World War I. In 1931, while working, a blast of gases from a furnace choked him, and he developed pneumonia, and later tuberculosis.
After being denied worker's compensation, Metesky began getting revenge against Consolidated Edison by planting bombs. His first bombs were primitive, and had detonators made from pocket watches. He often left notes with his bombs, all of which were written in blocky letters and signed with "F. P."
During World War II, Metesky did not make any bombs, but after the end of the war, reinitiated his bombings. He continued doing this until 1957, in which he was discovered. He made 33 bombs, which injured 15 people. Found legally insane, he was committed to a mental institution until 1973."
Detective Gumshoe thought, "Hmm. So the Mad Bomber was deranged because he was denied sick pay. Maybe our Mad Bomber is a disgruntled employee at Amtrak or something."
Suddenly, he heard a dial tone. He took his computer and tuned to the 9-1-1 System Frequency. He listened as one of the men in the room answered the call.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
The man on the line said, "Hello. There is a man wearing a black trenchcoat outside of the Prosecutor's Offices."
"What is this man doing?"
"He is hunched over and is messing with a VCR or something."
"Okay. Does he look suspicious?"
"Yes. It looks looks he is placing a bomb."
"Do you believe that that VCR has explosives in it?"
"Yes."
"I want you to send police and an ambulance. I want to make sure no one gets hurt."
"I will send them to your location right away. Sir, what is your name?"
"My name is Anderson Fielding. I am 34 years old, and am a prosecutor."
"Could you describe your job?"
"I am a criminal prosecutor, sir. I..."
There was a loud bang, and the line went dead. A tone sounded, and a computerized voice said, "The line was disconnected. If you would like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
The responder yelled, "I need police and an ambulance down at the Prosecutor's Offices, stat! I think that the caller has been shot!"