The clock hit midnight, marking the 25th. Thanksgiving arrived. Roy had planned a feast for the community that morning. First, however, he had plans. Something he had to get done before Coleson left office. In Roy's apartment, Dante was there looking over the weaponry on the kitchen table. His eyes scanned the silenced Five-sevens and dark gear he had to wear. Lastly, he saw the improvised bomb on the table. He made peace about participating in a terrorist attack, as civilians wouldn't be hurt in theory.
Roy walked in the kitchen with a map. It was the floor plans of City Hall. He looked at Dante. "You know the plan, right?"
Dante sighed. "Remind me. I don't do bombings on the regular."
"Oh shut up (Friend)," Roy said back while rolling his eyes. "Anyways, we have to link Coleson to Rossi."
"Wait, why Rossi?"
"Heard it through the grapevine. There's a reason why he can get away with so fucking much. Jack mentioned it too while getting ammo one day. He's in Rossi's pocket."
Dante studied the floor plans, then glanced back at his cousin. "Why don't you wait for Jackie to do it? He's on the war path."
"He's taking too long," Roy answered. "I need to make some moves, I want this city to see who's the puppets doing the bidding of criminals."
"Ok," Dante said after a bit. "What's the bomb for?"
Roy walked over to grab the bomb, covered in wires with a timer made from old keyboard letters and a screen from a cash register. "Chaos. There's a tension in this city. I can feel it, it's so thick. I can tell something's going down soon. I don't want to end up in a COINTELPRO operation to put two rounds in the back of my head and somehow rule it a suicide. They ain't getting me."
Dante made a face of worry, looking back at the equipment. "What's the plan then?"
"We stroll in, hide from any guards, sneak into Coleson's office, plant the bomb, and steal any incriminating documents. Guns are a last resort, we'll use these." Roy pulled out a small metal club. About the size of a baton in a track race. "We kill any cops, the media would focus on that a lot more than the bombs and the files. Sound good?"
Dante nodded. "Good of a plan as it'll ever be, cuz. Let's get it cracking, then."
The two dressed the exact same, as they know it'll show on cameras. They wore all black sneakers, pants, long sleeve sweater, gloves, and balaclava with only the eyes showing. Stashing the bomb in a bookbag and weapons in a concealed holster, the cousins rode off to city hall. Roy hitched a ride from one of the NBLP members. Roy had this whole thing planned out, down to the last detail. On the ride there, Roy talked to Dante. "When the bomb goes off, we'll have a safehouse blocks away to sleep at night."
"Safehouse?"
"Yup. What would a revolution be without a few things hidden in plain sight?"
Dante huffed out a laugh. He wondered what he got himself into. He wanted to help his cousin, not be a domestic terrorist. Revolution isn't pretty. And it shouldn't Dante knew it was for the greater good.
Arriving at City Hall at night was eerie. It was silent, with the odd car driving by as few guards were posted up looking cold and bored. Miserable that they had to work on a holiday. Dante snuck in the dark as Roy walked up regularly, his mask up to make it look like a beanie. He knew where the camera was. He couldn't be seen by anyone but the cop. Dante was taking cover behind a barricade as the cop walked up to Roy. "Hey, nobody's supposed to be here tonight."
Roy had his hands up. "You don't understand, I left my keys in there."
Before the cop could respond, Dante ran up from behind and whacked the guard right in the back of the head, knocking him out. Roy tapped his chest. "See? Easy. Now let's go."
The duo pulled their masks down and ran to the back of the door that the cop was guarding. Roy lock picked it, and they were in. Sneaking by, they saw some flashlights shine against the clean white flooring. Reaching the spiral staircase, the cousins made sure to walk up each step carefully. As they reached the top, a flashlight quickly turned a corner. Roy rolled to the nearby hallway while Dante hid behind a pillar. Once the cop walked away, the men kept on, using the shadows to eventually reach Coleson's office. Getting in, they saw the personal items on his desk. A small American flag, some medals, and a picture of him and his son. Dante picked it up. Even through the mask it was clear he was pissed. Roy walked up, seeing the picture. He raised an eyebrow. Dante began to whisper. "He's the reason I'm expelled. The motherfucker lied on me."
Roy shook his head and placed the bookbag on the desk, pulling out the bomb as Dante searched for any files. After careful searching, Dante pulled a file after cracking a locked cabinet. It was a letter from Rossi, dated April 5th, 2008.
Coleson,
This Francis Rice situation is out of control, but I have a proposition for you. I need some evidence that I said this, so this is why I'm writing a letter. I'm prepared to offer a seat in the Senate and more 'recruits' that would be happy to join the police force if you do this favor for me. I want you to focus on the protesters, not me and my people. I know what you said on the news about me. I wasn't amused. Deny me, and I'll be happy to see the city burn with your popularity. The cop shortages? I know about them. I know everything, Oliver. Call me, the number is attached to the letter below. And make sure to lock this letter away. Carefully.
-Rossi
This was proof. More than enough letter exchanges to last a lifetime. Dante showed this to Roy, and his eyes popped open upon skimming through. He looked at Dante like they won the lottery. After stuffing it in the bookbag. Roy armed the bomb, giving them two minutes to escape. They rolled down the window and scaled down just in time for the ground to quake in an ear shattering boom. The night sky was painted orange as a fire broke out, the flames mighty and unbearable. Rubble rained down with flaming paper like it was snow. All the parked cars nearby blared with their alarms going off. The duo ran into the night, with Roy leading them to the safehouse, an old homeless encampment that Roy feeds in exchange for moments like that. They quickly took off and burned their clothes, changing into normal ones. As the heard the police sirens and cars zoom by, Roy pulled the file from the bookbag.
"Who you giving it to?" Dante asked.
Roy smirked. "I'll make some calls."