“Two a.m. this Saturday. The cops will have their hands filled with drunks enough to overlook us should anything happen,” Jack tells Kevin then sighs and starts to walk away.

“I’ll bring some flashlights,” Kevin happily adds.

Jack stops, turns, and leans very close to Kevin. “We do this my way. No talking about it to anyone. And wear clothes that don’t make any noise when you move. Now where is a good entrance?” Jack says sternly.

“Hmm. There is a grate by the sidewalk out the north doors. It’s under a light and beside a bench.”

“That will work. Meet me two benches down at two and don’t be late.” Jack breaks eye contact and smoothly slips away.

“Jeez,” Kevin says to himself.

I have four days to get ready. And then it will be all over. I need this to be over. Jack walks into the south lounge and falls into a chair. Why did I have to throw that switch and ruin so many people’s lives? How many have I killed? Kevin has no idea what I am doing. I can’t let another one die!